The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1920-06-26
Revelations
of a Wife
CHAPTER Xxx.
81 ADELE GARRISON.

Through the Fields to Putnam Manor
by the way, Madge, shall we get
some sandwiches and fruit before we
start? There's a little shop across
from the station. You wait here and
I'll go back for them
| Nonsense, Dicky," I retorted. eve
ate such heavy breakfast that know
/ shan't want anything to eat until
late in the afternoon. Are you hun
gry?"
I should say not, now. But was
AFRAID you might want something be-
fore we get back to Putnam Manor"
| What is Putnam Manor?s
THE old inn told YOU about. where
they serve the best meals in the coun-
try 1t dates back to revolutionary
times. believe George Washington
watered his horse there"
oh, Dicky, how absurd you are!"
"Wel, isn't that as much claim to
distinction as some of those places
have? demanded Dicky. But, really,
this is a great old place, big house
with a glass windowed tower on top,
set in grove Of beautiful trees. There
are rooms, and now that the summer
rush isn't on we can have our dinner
on table drawn up in front of the
log fire in the great hall"
What a wonderful picture, Dicky.
Are you sure the place is open now p
OF course. The old landlord, Fore
man. is fixture there. He has run
the place for years. Bully old chap.
regular mine host of the INN sort of
fellow. Lots Of men I know come
down here and stay with him during
the summer. He has his walls COW
cred with drawings the fellows have
done for him. There are two or three
of mine there, / guess. He never takes
anything down."
'Dicl<y. How perfectly thrilling, I
know l shall enjoy this day better than
any we have ever had"
He's quite a judge of antique, old
Foreman, regular antique himself by
the way. He spends all his spare cash
in fitting up the place in keeping with
its time flavor. He has one old
sideboard in the dining room he paid
$500 for. In the barroom, which is ex-
actly like an old taproom Of revolu-
tionary times, he has all sorts of old
swords and flintlocks- and other colonial
junk. It's as good as a museum to
see, his collection is"
How long since you have been
there!
Oh. early last summer: just before
met you. / have been so busy since
then I haven't had time to do any of
the things l used to do" He grinned
mischievously. Il don't know why +
didn't bring you out here last summer.
at that; wasn't quite sure how you'd
like it, I guess"
You might have known would have
enjoyed anything like that" returned.
But, Dicky, I really think you ought
to go back to the station and inquire
whether the place is open or not. ANY,
thing might have happened in this
time"
IF that isn't just like a woman. !"
Dicky exclaimed, with every evidence
OF evaporation. spoil everything with
demands to look up this or find out
that / tell you that place is open.
has been for years. Come along through
this stile and forget your trouble for
a WHILE"
Dicky was evidently bent upon sur
prising me with some picturesque ia
vored nook of his, so I resolved to ask
no more questions until he revealed it
in all it's glory.
We went down the path into the
woods which, bare as the trees were
of leaves, had the effect of closing us
in.
This must be the forest primeval in
the summer time" said
1t is" Dicky returned Now shut
YOUR eyes and take my hand Don't
open them until I tell you.
| obeyed him within, and he led me a
few feet farther down the path, then
made an abrupt turn, and, taking me
by the shoulders. placed me in the
position he wished.
Now look" he said, proudly.
opened my eyes, gave one glance,
and exclaimed in wonder 'Dickyi I,
never saw anything so beautiful in
my life,"
At my feet was brook with water
so clear that I could see every clean
pebble in its bed. There was not a |
weed, leaf or stick on its surface. to
mar its clearness. The sun shining
upon its ripples gave them the effect
or dancing, and as I watched the
stream flow swiftly by and heard it's
nurmur, I felt that I had seen the
most beautiful bit of nature in my .
experience.
Well! I guess Tennyson's brook had |
nothing on this, eh, Madge?"
Dicky's voice broke in on my silent +
admiration.
Let US walk up as far as we cam"
said enthusiastically.
That's just what I want to do"
oicky returned. II know every bend
md curve of it. Many sketch I've i
made here. It's fine now, but you sim /
'iy must see it in summer, when the
Wild flowers are thick along it's num-
'erless banks and the woods are
,reen."
1T must be wonderful" I agreed L
heartily, and we wandered along the
'ank of the stream with it's number
ess twists and turns, saying little,
Tut enjoying every new beauty Of it.
AT one point the stream widened
nd ran under a rustic bridge over
which another road wound.
This is known as the kissing