Emmons County record. [volume] (Williamsport, D.T. [i.e. N.D.]) 1884-current, 1919-06-05

'.Fierce night" said Putnam Jones.
removing the corncob. pipe from his
lips. Then, as an afterthought,
''Where'd you walk from todayi"
II slept in q farmhouse last night
about fifteen miles south Of this place,
I should say"
''That'd be a little ways out Of
East Cobb" speculated Mr.. Jones'. &
''Five or six miles,"
"Goin' over into Canada7" J,
"No. shall turn west, 1 think, and
strike for the Lake Champlaln coun-
try"
II suppose you've travelled right
smart In Europe7"
"Quite Q bit, Mr.. Jones'"
"Any particular partf'
NO." said Barnes. suddenly divin-
ing that he WAS being pumped" Zone
end to the other, you might say"
'What about them countries down
around Bulgaria and Roumanin? I've
been considerable interested in what's
going to become Of them II Germany
gets licked. What do they get out Of
1t, either way7"
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 Inn
part He pulled at his pipe. nodded
his head from time to time. and occa-
slonally put a leading question. And
quite as abruptly as he introduced the
topic he changed 1t.
"Not many automobiles up here this
time o. the year." he said. II was
little surprised when you said fell
Ter had given you lift Where from"
1.-THE crossroads a mile down. He
came from the direction Of Frogg's
Corner and was on his way to meet
someone Mt Spanish Falls. It ap-
years that there was a misunderstood
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 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
she2"
"she wore VEIL" said Barnes sue
cinctly.
''Young?"
Il had that impression. BY the way,
Mr.. Jones, what and where Is Green
Fancy?"
"Well." began the landlord, lowering
his voice. 'it's about two mile and a
half from here, up the mountain. It's
a house and people live In 1t, same as
any other house. That's about all
there is to soy about It,"
"Why is 1t called Green Fancy?"
Because it's a green house," re-
piled Jones succinctly. Screen as a
gourd. A man named Curtis built 1t
couple o. years ago and he had n
fool idee about paintin' It green.
Might ha' been little crazy, for all
/ know. Anyhow, after he got 1t fin
ished he settled down to live in 1t,
and, from that day to this he's never
been off'n the place."
'Tsn't 1t possible that he isn't there
at all?''
"He's there. all right. Every now
and then he has visitors-just like
this woman tDday-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. II you, know
what that is"
Further conversation was inter
rupted by the irregular clatter of
horses hoofs on the macadam. OF
to the left u dull red glow of light
spread across the roadway and a
mans voice called out. "Whoa, dang
vel"
The door of the smithy had been
thrown open md 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, at
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