White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1928-11-23


she seemed to be possessed even to
the point of unwomanliness. For she
fairly danced before me, her blue
eyes sparkling with mischief; and
she insisted:
"You must come In, mister. You just
must"
"Why do you speak like thatT l
whispered. "Why do You call me
mister?"
And grasped her hands and
gripped them till her grimace re-
minded me was not handling red
savage.
"No; ri tell you nothing out here
In the road" she cried. "a vestry-
man will be rebuking US. Besides, It's
not comely that you should hold my
hands. Comel'
released her, and followed her
under the grinning mask and through
the cool doorway. In the hall | halted
and cautiously seated myself In q
spindle-Iegged chair, and demanded:
"NOw tell me-"
"Oh, Webster, It would be so ro-
mantle If you weren't sd stupidity mat.
ter-of-fact Why shouldn't / call you
'mister'?"
Josephine, the devils in you. Have
you anything to say or not?"
rose as If to leave.
With q sigh at having her game
cut short she primly began:
Il have a young ward, a refugee
from the Braddock rout She came
here In a most scandalous condition
dressed as mani She gave your
name and said you would come to
find her. She gave me your name,
but she always speaks of you as
mister. How Is that for mighty re-
spect?"
aAnd now? Where is she? nut.
tered.
"Why, now she should be In the
garden, gathering posies for the table
You see Mr. Hewitt bought this place
three days after Braddock and poor
Busby marched away. He was a con
6rmed bachelor. He lived here alone
until our marriage year ago this
summer. Mistress Elsie from the be
ginning would come here to walk In
the garden because 1t had been your
home. 1t promised rare scandal.
MIR. Hewitt appealed to me In great
alarm. had to marry the poor man
or else Danish the wild thing. Now it's
perfectly proper for her to walk In
the garden as much as she will. I've
lost my interest in you, Webster. You
know the way down the hall?"
An tdiotic question. The door. open
ing into the garden, was the one !
had passed through thousands of
times in the old days.
you've been good to her, Joseph
Inc. You must have been mighty good
to her, or she would never have
stayed"
Rubbish couldn't have driven
her away She was always looking
for mister to come. She would have
made camp in the oarden and lived
like an Indian" Then with much sad
ness she added: II hate that word
indian You understand, Webster
I'm sorry"
"Hs last words, Joe," blundered
giving her Busby's message after oil
go find her." she brokenly
whispered And as made down the
hall saw her hand travelling up the
Dalustrade, clinging to 1t tightly to
aid her weary feet.
But sorrow was not for me this
day. | was selfshly alive with the
Joy OF anticipation. burst through
the doorway as If pursued by Pontiac
himself Next | came to plungne
halt and found myself bowling awk,
wardIy before dainty creature In
founces and lace.
~ beg your pardon" i stammered
Il was looking for young lady
"Oh, mfsterl You've come back !!
she sobbed. And the armfuI OF
flowers was dropped and miracle
was worked; tor found the lovely
thing in my arms, her voice whimper-
ing over and over: "Oh. mister
| You've come back ]"
1.-THE ENID