The Washington times., 1929-02-12
Happiness Prevails in Linn
berlost When the Angels
Father MarrieS the
Bird Woman


TITS the stiff stocks that are,
left after the whea; is cut--and
as for color 1t looks like q fine.
large Indiana pumpkin after n
frost. Lovely, isn't it,"
Terence reprovingly, wv hy
can't you be serious?'
Il am serious, that's what 10
the matter with me-"
This is your country, and we
are your people, buL you do not
seem a bit like us.
NO? Well, that's because ! had
1s years American training. It
was darn good training. TOO. Only
trouble is, haven't stuck to il
tight enough" Freckles could
not help laughing at KathleenS
expression.
"I think this is a lovely place
you have everything here"
That's exactly the point;
don't want everything; ! want
to work for something / haven't
got"
"I cannot understand that at
ALL"
mo. I don't suppose you can"
Terence. / would like to be
better friends with yon-T wpi'l6
like IF you'll excuse me-"
Freckles interrupted. I'D like to
remove few layers of dust.
Come, Chum'' and F'reckleS poe
and walked into the house, Chum
following.
Kathleen walked to the farthest
end Of the garden, and stood
peering through the hedge. She
was thinking of Terencs-how
pessimistic he was. and Aew un-
proachable-surely there was
some way to pierce that outer
masl of cold Indifference. He
seemed unhappy; why did he
keep so aloof; surely re would
like friends: it must be some one
in America; she had seen letters
addressed I'm a feminine hand.
She heard Chum barking. and
looked more closely through the
hedge. Terence in a bathing suit!
His bathrolle bllowed henind him.
and Chum was swapping at q
bathtOwel, which swung trom his
hand.
The other sleeve was fluttering
aimlessly in the breeze. Kathleen
shuddered The missing aand was
terribly distasteful to her, but she
was intrigued by the thought of
his country house, his wealth and
social position. This was her
chance; she would follow him, and
prove to him that the sight of
his arm was not offensive to her.
She buried into the house to put
on her suit.
Freckles loved to swim. but he
would not wear a bathing suit. in
public. IIe had found secluded
spot at the foot Of the cliff Just
back of Uncle Maxwelrs house: a.
narrow, winding path led down to-
it, and there Freckles and Chum
went alone for their swim. The
clear. cold water refreshed and
invigorated Freckles as, nothing
else did.
Kathleen, was rushing ont of
the house when she met Aunt
Ellen coming from the garden
with a basket of roses.
Why, Kathleen, where are you
going to swim?"
81 don't know-I'm going to fol-
low Terence, watched him out
of sight over the cliff.
Does he know you are COM
ing?"
mo. he would not have wanted
me-but sometimes men don't
know what they want-anyway,
I'm going ITO follow him
Aunt Ellen looked dubious, as
she watched Kathles dash
through the garden and out the
gate. Aunt Ellen sighed; the two
of them were becoming something
OF problem; her thoughts were
disturbed as she arranged her
roses, Terence's words the eve.
ming of their last talk ran through
her mind; she did not know what
he had said to Uncle Maxwell;
he must remember that Terence
had O'More blood In his veins;
If he was driven too far, he
might do something rash. Yes,
she must speak to Maxwell. but
how she dreaded 1t! She went ia
his study, and knocked tinidIy
on the door.
Meantime ) Kathleen followed
Terence: the path down. the cliff
was steen and difficult: little
stones rolled under her feet. and
she slipped on smooth rocks: when
she glanced down, she was terri.
fled by the distance to the water.
Suddenly, rounding an abrupt
turn in the path she looked
down and saw him. He was
poised to dive from some high
rocks. Chum barking and splash.
ing in the shallow water below
him. Absorbed in talking to his
dog. Terence did not see her.
What a fine specimen OF man.
hood he was--talI and muscular
and straight as an Indian.
Abruptly he diyed: his lean body
cut the water in perfect "tack.
knife. leaving scarcely a ripple.
Kathleen stood. fascinated when
she suddenly realized hat he had
not come up! Sorean1ing fran.
tical1y to cilnnl Find. him.- find
him" she, raced stumbling and
slipping down the treacherous
path.
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