Woman's enterprise., 1921-09-16
How very strange, and sweet it

How very strange, and sweet it
sounded, how it recalled TO Charles
Winston his mothers voice, for she
was singing that very song the day he
told her of his intention of going away
and he remembered, with high Ct
regret how the old melody died on her
lips, and the sad look came in her
eyes.
Charles sat and thought. Who could
it be that had the heart to sing in this
home, where man and wife sat gloomy
and silent, and the song that had come
like revelation to him made no i'm
preston on either, save to cause a
look Of annoyance to pass over the
face Of the man.
Tired and sleepy, Charles would
have welcomed an invitation to retire
and as such thing seemed foreign
to mine hosts mind, he said, "Sir, l
was told l could get accommodation for
myself and horse for the night and
presuming he has been put to bed,
would like to follow suit, for he and
have had rough ride to-day.'
The words seemed to bring the man
out Of deep lethargy, turning to his
wife, he askded in a gruff voice, "Has
the lass stabbed the horse?"
No answer was given, for as the
question was asked the door was op-
ened wide, and a young girl stood on
the thL eshold, and stared at the
stranget with open wonder.
just on the verge of womanhood, she
stood With disheveled locks. black as
the background which threw her out
in sud bold relief; wide dark eyes
vhichhas keen look of fear in them
she mak lie picture so weird and beau.
tifuls that Charles Winston was daz.
z1ed\
"CJme in, lass, and prepare room
for the stranger; is his horse sta.
bled?'
eyes, father.'
swell, 60 and make him as comfort.
able as possible-stay, give the gen.
tleman the small room to the left, he
must sleep we'll tonight"
After few minutes had elapsed the
| girl returned, and told the man in low
pleasant tones the room was ready.
As Charles took the candle and fol
lowed the man to the room assigned
him the girl cast on him such lool
of infinite pity from her dark, mag
netic eyes, that his heart beat faster
and bowed his parting goodnight with
as much reverence as if he were in the
presence of those grand danes bacl
home, that loved to spoil him.
| Left alone, he stood and surveyed
his abode; how bare and cheerless il
seemed compared with his cozy room
at home; but regrets were vain;
quickly removing his heavy boots, and
slipping watch and pistol under his
pillow, he lay down to sleep. His was
restless sleep, dreams of Irma, Of
home, then Of pair of dark eyes
magnetic, full Of compassion.
! Hark! what was the rafting sound
that came against his window pane
Aroused now to full consciousness:
he sat up and listened, thrice the rat.
Ting sound, each time it became loud.
er. Springing noiselessly up he crep'
to the window, raising it gently, he
heard the same soft voice, saying in q
whisper.
"Raise your window quickly" Not
knowing why, he obeyed instantly, anl
was nearly knocked down by a col
Of rope, which had a piece of paper
attached to it, upon which was scrawl.
ed in an uniformed hand, the words
leave here at once, you are in great
danger; fly for your life. Don't for.
get, Sheilah."
Charles Winston was no coward, but
the brave man is not he who feels nc
| fear, for that were foolish, and IRA.
tional. So slipping on his boots, and
buckling on his pistol, he made one
end Of the rope secure to the window
and swung down, trusting in the girls
integrity.
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