Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1935-03-07
CHAPTER VI-Continued

Meg she looked at him SuSpi.
ciously.
II want to know why you're not
coming back to the academy
She flushed. She was pretty girl,
with rather handsome eyes and an in
dependent manner. Mother has too
much to do. She needs me home.
Wait, I'll fetch her and Pop-or maybe
you'll come into the kitchen. It's
warmer"
Farmer Wexford and his wife re-
ceived him cordially, but seemed dis
inclined to talk about their daughters
desire to give up the pursuit of an
education.
sally thinks she'd better stay
home" was all the satisfaction Payne
could get; so he switched off to crops,
and, thinking that he had quite full
filed his obligations Of inquiry, he
rose to go.
I'll step piece with you," said
Mrs. Wexford.
Wilton was surprised, but glad Of
this turn Of affairs.
II have to take some mash to the
black pig on the lot" she explained
to her husband, but she would in no
wise permit Wilton to carry the
mash.
When they were some distance from
the house, Mrs. Wexford slackened
her pace. 81 didn't have to feed that
pig; he's oyerfed now. But l knew
well enough Sally would never tell
you; and her father thinks it all nom
sense. But she has a queer faculty
she sees things-that amt there"
Mrs. Wexford turned her bright eyes
upon him, then looked toward the
dark mass of the academy in the dis
lance. II don't expect you to believe
1t any more than her own father does
but twice while she was at school
she says she saw the four Bracebridge
children-once in one Of the halls,
once on the grounds. She's awful
sensitive about her way of SEEM
things invisible to other people. The
second time it happened she come
home and she says, Nom, 1 can't go
OaSh dSdlus 1ucLC SOulCllluS
over there. l hate the place. | can't
60 back coaxed her to tell me what
was wrong, and then she told what she
had SEEN"
"Mrs. Wexford" Wilton remarked
impatiently, IF a story is once started
1t never dies-and the step from be-
heving a rumor, and then actually
imagining ghosts or noises, is exceed
ingly short"
The wild grunts of the nearby pig
now filed the air. Mrs. Wexford
emptied the mash into the trough, and
then and only then answered Wilton.
you see, Sally is what they call
It's long word"
"Clairvoyant?
'"That's it."
tits a pity" Wilton commented,
thinking 1t best not to argue the point.
Your daughter is very intelligent, and
learns quickly; it's pity to give up
the chance for a winters education
because of silly stories"
But them wax figures. You can't
TAX them away" Mrs. Wexford re-
marked shrewdly.
Mr.. Haskell has locked the figures
In"
so / hear-but what Sally sees is
not wax"
I'm sorryI That's all can say"
He babe her goodby and departed
thoughtfully.
A Sunday calm brooded over the
academy. Arthur and Janet had gone
Tor a walk. Mrs. Denver was seated
with Payne In the library, knitting and
glancing from time to time out Of the
high, narrow windows toward the lake.
Balder was out in boat fishing, and
Haskell was watching him from the
shore,
That's lonely mana queer, lone
" man. Some days l am afraid Of
him and some days I'm sorry for him.
He's going to lose everything In
year or two"
Some one passed the door. "Who
was that?" Mrs. Denver asked.
Il wasn't looking"