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Show Growing "" llllll llose anll Stll'cr hummed along the dusty road, making a soothing, purring noise. Pensively she looked across the distant fields, whence came the hum and ~hir of reaping. There was a far-away look m her face that the man beside her was powerless to understand. She was making swift readjustments as best she might, and, wisely, he left her to herself. As they approached Madame Bernard's, Juliet turned to him. "l was just thinking," she sighed," how quickly you grow up after you get to be twenty-one." He made no answer. He swallowed hard and turned the car into the driveway. Aunt Francesca came out on the veranda, followed by Mr. Boffin, as Juliet jumped out of the car. She had the crumpled note in her cold little hand. Without a word, she offered it to Madame Bernard and waited. The beautiful face instantly became soft with pity. "My dear child," she breathed. "My dear little motherless child!" Juliet went into her open arms as straight as a homing pigeon to its nest. "Oh, Aunt Francesca," she sobbed, "will you take me and make a lady out of me?" "You're already a lady," laughed the older woman amid her tears. "Come in, Juliet dear-come home ! " 349 XXIV ttbe bouse ill!lbere 'lLove 'lLtveb IT was past the middle of October, and Alii- 1\utumn son's injured hand was not only free of tts bandages, but he had partially regained the use of it. Doctor Jack still lingered, eagerly seizing every excuse that presented itself. "l suppose l ought to be back looking for another job," he regretfully observed to Alh-son "but l like it here, and besides, l want to hea'r you play on your fiddl~ before l go.': Allison laughed and hospttably urged htm to stay as long as he chose. Colonel Ke~t ad.?ed, heartily, after an old Southern fash10n : My house is yours." Crimson and golden leaves rained from the maples, and the purple wind~ of Autumn sw~pt them into drifts at the roadstde. Amethystme haze shimmered in the valleys and lay, cloud-like, upon the distant hills. Through the long aisles of trees a fairy patter of tmy furred feet rustled back and forth upon the fallen leaves. Only a dropping nut or a busy squir-rei broke the exquisite peace of the forest, |
