The Glenwood post., 1919-05-31
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Barnes Il . place called Green Fanoy.
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CHAPTER Has the storn Usvs.
safety of the girl, trsvelInE over the
Fancy is something Of a house Of nys-
q sosity. A~AA ""''n Ar00A'' HaFn'S curl
Barnes spent the next ten minutes
expatiating upon the future of the Bal
kan states. Jones had little to say.
He was interested, and drank in all
the Information that Barnes had to i'm
part. He puffed at his pipe, nodded
his head from time to time, and occa-
sionally put leading question. And
quite as abruptly as he introduced the
topic he changed it.
"Not many automobiles up here this
time O. the year." he said. II was
little surprised when you said a fel-
Ter had gwen you lift. Where from?"
"The crossroads a mile down. He
came from the direction of Frogg's
Corner and was on his way to meet
someone at Spanish Falls. 1t ap-
years that there was misunderstand-
ing. The driver didn't meet the train,
so the person he was going after
walked all the way to the forks. We
happened upon each other there, Mr..
Jones, and we studied the signpost to-
gether. She was bound for a place
called Green Fancy"
did you say she?"
eyes. was proposing to help her
out of her predicament when the be-
lated motor came racing down the
slope"
What for sort of looking lady was
she1"
"She wore a veil." said Barnes sue.
cinctly.
"Young7"
II had that impression. BY the way,
Mr.. Jones, what and where is Green
Fancy2"
"Well," began the landlord, lowering
his voice, "ft's about two mile and a
half from here, up the mountain. It's
house and people live in 1t, same as
any other house. That's about all
there is to say about it."
"Why is 1t called Green Fancy?"
because it's green house." re-
piled Jones succinctly. Screen as a
gourd. A man named Curtis built 1t
couple o. years ago and he had a
fool idee about paintin' it green.
Might ha' been little crazy, for all
I know. Anyhow, after he got it fin
ished he settled down to live in it,
and from, that day to this he's never
been off'n the place"
Isn't it possible that he isn't there
at allf"
"He's there. all right. Every now
and then he has visitors-just like
this woman today-and sometimes
they come down here for supper. They
don't hesitate to speak of him, so he
must be there. Miss Tilly has got the
idee that he is recluse, if you know
what that is"
Further conversation was inter
rupted by the irregular clatter of
horses hoOfs on the macadam. OF
to the left dull red glow of light
spread across the roadway and Il
mans voice called out, "Whoa, dang
vel"
The door of the smithy had been
thrown open and someone was Lead
ing forth freshly shod horses.
A moment later the horses--pranc-
ing, high-spirited animals - their
bride bits held by strapping black
smith, came into view. Barnes looked
in the direction of the steps. The two
men had disappeared. Instead of stop
ping directly in front of the steps the
smith led his charges quite distance
beyond and into the darkness.
Putnam Jones abruptly changed his
position. He insinuated his long body
between Barnes and the doorway, ut
the same time rather loudly proclaim
ing that the rain appeared to be over.
"Yes, sir" he repeated, "she seems
to have let up altogether. Ought to
have nice day tomorrow, Mr.. Barnes
nice, cool day for walkin'."
Voices came up from the darkness.
Jones had not been able to cover them
with his own. Barnes caught two or
three sharp commands, rising above
| the paving of horses hoofs, and then
a great clatter us the mounted horse
men rode off In the direction Of the
| crossroads.
Barnes waited until they were muf-
fed by distance and then turned to
Jones with the laconic remark:
"They seem to be foreigners. Mr..
jones'"
Jones' manner became natural once