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Show l\UI&Ott'l ~tnt.nl) Gllll 1Rose anll Sll11er irrelevance, "this used to be a very pleasant time of the year at Holly Springs." A great light broke in upon Allison. "Aunt Francesca!" he cried. He put his arms around her, lifted her from her chair, and nearly smothered her in a bear-like embrace. "God bless you ! " "He has," murmured Madame, disengaging herself. "My foster son has been a dunce, but his reason is now restored." The two o'clock train to Holly Springs did not leave town until three, so Allison waited for an hour in the station, fuming with impatience. Both Colonel Kent and the Doctor had offered to accompany him, individually or together, but he had brusquely put them aside. u Don't worry," he said. "My name and address are in my pocket and also inside my hat. 1 'II check my grip and be tenderly considerate of my left hand. Good-bye." When he had gone Colonel Kent anxiously turned to the doctor. "Where do you suppose -and why--" "Cbercbe; Ia femme," returned the Doctor. "W~at makes you think so? It 's not "It's about the only errand a man can go on, and not be willing to take another chap along. And I 'II bet anything I 've got, ex- Ube bouse 1l1!1bere 1o11e :JLI"ell cept my girl and my buzz-cart, that it isn't the fair, false one we met at the hour of her elopement." "Must be Rose, then," said the Colonel half to himself, "but 1 thought nobody kne_,; where she was." "Love will find a way," hummed Doctor Jack. "I suppose you don't care to go for a ride this afternoon?" "Not 1," laughed the Colonel. "Why don't you take Juliet? " "All right, since you ask me to. I wonder," he continued to himself, as he went toward ~.adame Bernard's at the highest rate of speed, JUSt how a fellow would go to work to find a woman who had left no address? Sixth sense, I suppose, or perhaps seventh or eighth." Yet Allison was doing very well, with only t~e fi_ve _sen~es of the normal human being to atd hun m h1s search. He left the train at the sleepy little place known as "Holly Springs," and walked up the main road as though he knew the way. . "Half a mile," he said to himself, "and a httle brown house in the woods with a brook singing in front of it. Ought to get to it pretty soon." The prattling brook was half asleep in its narrow channel, but the gentle murmur was audible to one who stopped in the road to listen. It did not cross the road, but turned 357 |