The herald-advance. (Milbank, S.D.) 1890-1922, 1919-05-23

All lHio WOuIu appear 10 De rCASOh
ably definite were it not for the note
regarding the color of his hair. It
leave to me the simple task OF com
pleting the very admirable description
OF Mr.. Barnes by announcing that
Miss Tilly's hair was an extremely
dark brown.
Also 1T is advisable to append the
following biographical information:
Thomas Kingsbury Barnes. engineer,
born in Montclair, N. j., September
70. 1885. Cornell and Beaur Arts,
Paris. Son Of the late Stephen s..
Barnes, engineer, and Edith {yalen-
tine) Barnes. Office. Metropolitan
building, New York city. Residence,
Amsterdam mansion. Clubs: LACK
OF space prevents listing them here).
Recreations, golf. tennis and horse
back riding. Fellow of the Royal Geo
graphical society. Member Of the
Loyal Legion and the Sons Of the
American Revolution.
Added to this, the mere announce
ment mat he was in a position to in
dulge q fancy for long and perhaps
aimless walking tours through more
or less ou~t-of-the-way sections Of his
W country, to say nothing Of excur
sions in Europe.
He was rich. Perhaps not as riches
are measured in these Midas-iike DAVIS.
but rich beyond the demands of ava
rice. His legacy had been an ample
one. The fact that he worked hard at
his profession from one years end to
the Other-not excluding the six
devoted to mentally productive jaunts
lis proof sufficient that he was not
content to subsist on the fruits Of an
other mans enterprise. He was a
worker.
The first fortnight Of a proposed
six weeks jaunt through p New
England terminated when he laid
aside his heavy pack in the little bed
room at Harris Tavern. Cockcrow
would find him ready and eager to be-
| gin his third week. AT least 50 he
thought. But. truth is. he had come
to his journeys end: he was not to
sling his pack for many a day to come.
After setting the mind of the land
lord at rest Barnes declined Mr..
Rushcroft's invitation to quar- "A cor
dial with him in the taproom, explain-
Ing that he was exceedingly tired and
intended to retire early.
Instead of going up to his room i'm
mediately, however, he decided TO
have q look al the weather. His un-
easiness concerning the young woma
of the crossroads increased as he
peered at the wall of hlacknesS loom
ing up beyond the circle of light. She
was somwhere outside that sinister
black wall and In the smotherins
grasp of those invisible hills, but was
she living or dead? Had she reached
her journeys end safely? He tried to
extract comfort from the confidence
she had expressed in the ability and
integrity of the old man who drove
with far greater recklessness than one
would have looked for in a wild and
irresponsible youngster.
He recalled with a thrill the imperi.
GUS in which she gave direc,
tons to the man, and his surprising
servility. 1t suddenly occurred to him
that she was no ordinary person; ha
was rather amazed that he had o
thought OF it before.
Moreover, now that he thought of it
there q ever in the agreeable re
joinders she had made to his offerings
the faint suggestion Of an accent that
should have struck him at the time
hut did not for the obvious reason that
he was then not at all interested in
her. Her English was so perfect that
he had failed to detect the almost i'm.
perceptible foreign favor that nov
took definite form in his reflections.
He tried to place this accent. Was
it French or Italian or Spanish? Ger
tainly 1t was not German.
He took a few turns up and down
the long porch, stopping finally at the
upper end. The clear, inspiring clans
OF q hammer on an anvil fell sud.
denly upon HIS ears. He looked at his
watch. The hour was nine. certainly
an unusual time for men to be at work
In q forge. He remembered two men
in the taproom who were bare-armed
and wore the shapeless leather aprons
OF the smithv.