The Yale expositor., 1920-06-10

second-stOry shutters. My aunt was
established on the premises. and her
coming and the circumstances OF her
advent constituted good joke Of
which l and not she was the victim.
When l reached my quarters In the
garage / sat down and laughed until
Flynn appeared frightened by my
noisy mlrth that had penetrated to his
quarters.
| wakened early, rang n bell con-
Meeting my rooms with the chauf-
feur's end of the garage as warn
ing 10 the Flynns Ia prepare hreak-
fast. and was dressed when the Irish
man came in with the tray. In the
absence Of morning paper l chung
TO him for company.
81 trust you will not be leaving,
sOrr," he remarked, cycling my half.
packed trunk.
Every soon, Flynn"
"rhen Elsie and I will he going
too, sorr. It's most uncomfortable
they're making us-Dutch and the
rest. That Antoine and his army
keep pesterin' us and calm us Huns
ITS most disagreeable we find ii,
the wife and me-"
Suffer and he strong-that's the
watchword We will hope that Mrs.
Bashford is woman of sound sense
and tact who will exert herself to
restore peace on her property. When
| call 10 pay my respects and make
my adieus shall speak 10 her OF the
situation and vOuch for your loyalty.
You haven't suppose, seen the widow
yet-she's probably sleeping late"
"Quite the contrary. sOrr She's
been mp and around for an hour an
more. She's been all over the place
and stopped for a squint at the garage,
her and the pup"
"She been here, inspecting the
garage" asked, CHANGING at my
watch. II was not yet eight o'clock.
The banter died ont OF me clearly IL
had been my duty 10 he on hand 10
pilot her over the estate, or at least
to receive her at the garage. Just
what was the lsdy's frame of mind
as to things generally. Peeved, was
she over the row last night?"
"Oh. no, sorr; quite cheerful an
friendly. She's ordered big car
from New York and told me il would
be coming mp to-day and TO make a
place for It,"
Here was news indeed. destroying
all my hopes that she meditated only
brief soiOurn. The purchase Of
machine meant definitely that she
would remain for some time, perhaps
Of coffee. swallowed II. grabbed my hat
and stick. and asked enlightenment
rs 70 the course taken by Mrs. Bash
ford when she left the garage.
"She took the lower road, sorr,
toward the Sound and stepped off
quite brisk-like."
1t was the sereneSt Of September
mornings, and | hurried away. think,
Ing the cloudleSS blue arch. the
twinkling sea, and the crisp air might
serve TO soften my aunt's displeasure
at her hostile reception. From the
Conservatives | caught a glimpse Of
a woman on the heach--a slender.
agile woman, throwing a ball for the
amusement Of a fox-terrier. The two
were having no end of good time.
She laughed joyfully when the ball
fell into her hands and the terrier
barked his discontinue aud eager
ness for chance To redeem himself
Antoine'S equivOcal statement as &c
Mrs. Bashford's age was ridiculous
Instead of the middle-aged woman
whom | was prepared To meet, here
was beyond question vigorous,
healthy being whose every movement
spoke for youth and the joy of life,
II might, after all, he the maid Of
whom Antoine had spoken. | reached
low stone wall that separated the
lawn from the beach just as she
effected a running pickup Of the ball.
She turned swiftly and flung it straight
at my head. Involuntarily | put up
my hand and caught ii just as she
saw me end cried out--a cry of warn
ing and cCntrition. | tossed the ball
~ lIlt Jug.
"What mus: you thinl; of me-" she
exclaimed. II was blinded by the
sunlight and | didn't see yOu-really
l did not :"
81 had no business being in the
way" ! laughed, noting first heI
glowing color, her violet eyes
amazingly fine eyes they were--heI
fair hair with its golden CLINT, heI
plain black gown with lawn collar
and wristbands. 1t was her age, how
ever. that reused me to instant spec
ulation. twenty-five, | decided, was a
maximum more likely she was not
more than twenty-five. and If had
been told that eighteen was the total
of her years | shouldn't have had the
heart to dispute IL.
Bob Singleton | said and stupidity
added. and you are Mrs. Bashford?"
| unahIa for tho life of mo Tn avoid