Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1919-10-28
Ibid You Want to Keep Them All
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spur of the Catskills you would surely
come as often as you could. He
stopped at the two tall white posts
that marked the entrance to the Bas-
comb lane.
"Guess it's too late for me to drive
way up there, cause dad don't like
the horses out so late. There amt
any light up at the house, neither.
"Oh, can find my way" Guen said
positively. Bring up my suitcase and
typewriter the first thing in the morn
Ing, won't yeu, Bennie? I've only got
few things in this bag, and l need
the rest"
He was right about there being no
light In the farmhouse, and yet 1t
could only be about half past ten. The
white shapes of the tent colony showed
here and there along the winding lane
and down toward the glen. She had
asked for the same one as last year,
because you caught the sound Of the
waterfall there and the pines over
shadowed 1t. 1t was easy to find, too,
because 1t stood alone just at the edge
of the ravine. She would just steal
in and not disturb any one until morn
ing.
The flap was down and seemed to be
fastened. She set her handbag down
on the ground and began to tumble
with 1t, when all at once there came
the quick switch of light from fash
light inside the tent.
"Who's there?" called male voice,
and Guen gasped.
Haven't you make mistake" she
faltered. "This is my tent"
"I was under the impression 1t was
mine," came the answer In somewhat
of q growl. "Wa,t minute and I'll
be out there"
But Guen never stopped to argue
the point. Catching up her bag she
fled back along the lane to the house
and raped for admittance.
"Land, child" laughed Mrs. Bas.
comb when she heard what had hap
pened. II suppose pa got you both
sort Of mixed up on your dates. Hes
a real nice young man, run up for a
rest. He always used to. come here
when he was boy, and after the
war he wanted to get his grip back.
I believe he was wounded little bit.
Anyhow, we told him to come along,
and he must have got your tent. I'll
put you right to bed for the night and
we'll fix 1t in the morning"
But In the morning by the time she
was up and out Of doors her tent was
ready for her. Mr.. Bascomb had hur-
ried the former occupant out and was
all smiles and apologies. She did not
see her fellow boarder until the noon
meal. when all members Of the tent
colony went up for lunch to the main
house. He stood near the water pail
by the screen door laughing with Mrs.
Bsscomb, and Guen recognized even
the turn of his head at that first
glimpse.
And he was even telling about her,
how he had met her down In New
York before he had enlisted. and she
had told him all about this resting
place for tired bodies and spirits.
IT used to think often, over on the
other side, that II I was ever lucky
enough to get back was coming up
here to rest awhile In one OF those
tents by the waterfall" he said.
Guen looked down at her plate. he
was not adding how she had sent him
away from her and told him to learn
to be worker and fighter instead OF
Just dreamer. he was not telling
them what she had already heard
from their mutual friends-how he had
won his war cross and had returned
with many honors.
She had. wondered II he would try
to find her, or would only remember
how she had sent him away from her
and told him he was only drifter.
And nnK aha had found him ip her