The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1945-12-28

Sound, long about daylight Sat'day
morning" He added resentfully:
sI'll have Bob's ma to support,
guess. 1t amt likely he'd saved
anything" He shut the hood.
Mrs. Tope said quietly: "Shall we
60 on?" So the inspector climbed
in beside her, but as they moved
away he protested:
Don't you hurry me all the time,
ma'aml like to get the flavor Of
the country as I 60 along. / like
to talk to folks" And he said in
quiringly: "You acted kind Of
madl"
~ was" she admitted. "when no
spoke Of Mr.. Holdom."
Know him, do your"
II know who he is" Mrs. Tope,
before her marriage, had been the
effective head of the Jervis Trust,
with an active interest in business
and finance; and she explained:
Hes the floor specialist in the Led
forge stocks, and he's crook"
Slowly they drove on, stopping
now and then to look across the hills
and down the deep bright valleys.
They assembled q steep grade, and
at the top she. checked the car. Tope
looked to see why she slowed down,
and discovered beside the road q
large white-paintedi sign, on which
black letters cried invitingly:
COME IN AND MILL AROUNDi
He chuckled, and moment later
saw by the brook the gray wealth
cred structure Of an old mill, neat
and In repair. An arched entrance
and gravel drive offered admis-
sion.
Mrs. Tope said: ''This must be
the place your young friend Adam
Bruce told us about. It looks clean.
Shall we try it,"
"Pd like to try that brook below
the road" he admitted, so she
turned in and stopped by the Mill
door.
Tope surveyed the surroundings
with that quick interest any new
scene always provoked in him. The
Mill was on their left. Beyond it by
the stream side there was turfed
terrace, an open hearth, picnic Ia
bles. A gray-haired man sat on one
Of these tables and played VIC
lin; and girl stood near by, her
shoulders against the trunk of a
tree, watching him and listening. A
State Trooper in uniform bestrode
his silent motorcycle-to which q
side car was attached-in the drive
near them, and his eyes were on
the girl.
Beyond, the mil1pond was visible,
and a spring-board; and two small
boys so much alike that they were
clearly twins were diving, swimming
ashore, climbing on the board and
diving again, chasing each other like
squirrels in a cage. A bald-headed
little man in a bathing suit sat with
his feet in the water; and an ample,
comely woman with knitting in her
hands, seated on boulder near by,
turned an interested eye on the car
and the newcomers. Small cabins
were scattered among the trees.
LAG 0SGAC was RS0CC404s Oub
abruptly its peace was shattered.
The trooper kicked his motorcycle
into life with series of explosions
Of entirely unnecessary violence,
and he wheeled his machine, dart
ed past the little car, turned into the
highroad and raced away. The girl
looked after him with amused eyes,
and so saw these old people in their
car, and came toward them.
"Have you room for two lodgers?"
Mrs. Tope asked.
"Oh, yes, plenty" she assured
them. There's hardly anyone here.
Not many people travel these days"
Tope remarked: "That policeman
don't really enjoy the violini"
The girl laughed softly. ''Ned's
not very musical" she agreed. "But
it was rotten of him to start his mo-
torcycle right in the middle of Mr..
Vade's fiddling. I shall tell him
so!''
''Be back, will her"
"Oh. he always comes back!"
Mrs. Tope looked around with an
appreciative glance. "You run this
placer"
The girl said readily: 'Oh, yes.
| I'm Bee Dewain. Mrs. Priddy cooks
for us, and she's been famous for
her biscuits and waff1es ever since
was a child. Earl-he's Mrs.
Priddy's husband-does the chores,
and rakes the drives, and cleans the
cabins. But / keep the books. and
generally run things"
Flows the fishing?" Tope in
quired.
Earl Priddy brings in q good
mess, now and them"
Mrs. Tope asked: MAY we
choose our cabin?"
They're all just alike, inside, only
those up there on the knoll are near
er the road of course, with cars GO
ing by"
81 shouldn't like that" Mrs. Tope
decided.
'"Then why don't you take Fara-
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