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I THE ENCHANTED BARN
“Now we’re almost home, Mrs.
Hollister,” he said pleasantly.
“Just put your arms around my
neck once more, and we’ll soon
have you beside your own fire.”
He lifted her and bore her in to
the wide couch before the crack
ling fire that Elizabeth had start
ed just before she went to look
out the door the last time.
Then into the blazing light of
the transformed barn they all
stepped, and every one stood
back and stared, blinking. What
was this? What wondrous per
fume met their senses? What
luxury! What flowers 1 What
hangings!
They stood and stared, and
could not understand; and be
tween them they forgot to won
der what their mother was think
ing, or to do a thing but stupidly
stare and say, “Why!” and
“Oh!” and “Ah!” half under
their breath.
“Just phone me if you need
anything, Miss Hollister, please.
I shall be glad to serve you,”
said Graham, stepping quickly
over to the door. “Mrs. Hollis
ter, I hope you’ll be none the
worse for your ride”; and he
slipped out the door, and was
gone.
x ue sumiu ux tne ear auni^
purring its way backway down
the-slope brought Shirley out of
her daze; but, when she turned
and understood that he w'as gone,
the ear was just backing into the
road, turning with a quick whirl,
and was away before she could
make him hear.
“Oh, He is gone!” she cried
out, turning in dismay to the
children. “He is gone, and we
never thanked him!”
George was out down the road
like a shot; and the rest, forget
ful for the moment of the invalid
who had been the great anxiety
all day, crowded at the door to
watch him. They could hear the
throbbing of tlie machine; they
heard it stop down the road and
start again almost immediately,
growing fainter with every whir
as it went farther from them. In
a moment more George came run
ning back.
“He’s gone. He meant to, I
guess, so we could have it.all to
ourselves right at first. Eliza
beth and the man were down the
road waiting for him. They’ve
been dolling the place up to sur
prise us.”
“Oh!” said Shirley, turning
to look around, her cheeks grow
ing rosy. “Oh! Isn’t it beauti
ful?” Then, turning swiftly to
the couch and kneeling, she said,
“Oh mother!”
“What does it all mean,
daughter?” asked the bewild
ered mother, looking about on
the great room that seemed a pal
ace to her sad eyes.
But they all began to clamor at
once, and she could make noth
ing of it.
Oh bhirley, lo_ok at the cur
tains! Aren’t they perfectly
dear?” cried Carol ecstatically.
‘‘Perf'ly deah!” echoed Doris,
dancing up and down gleefully.
‘‘And here’s a card, ‘With love
from Elizabeth’! Isn’t it sweet
of her? Isn’t she a perfect dar
ling?”
“Who is Elizabeth?” asked
Mrs. Hollister, rising to her el
bow and looking around.
‘‘Gee! Look at the flowers!”
broke in George. ‘‘It’s like our
store at Easter! I say! Those
lilies are pretty keen, aren’t they,
Shirl?”
‘‘Wait’ll you see the dining
room!” called Harley, who was
investigating with the help of
his nose. ‘‘Some supper table!
Come on quick; I’m starved.
Hello! Hustle here quick. Here’s
another sign-board!”
They followed to the dining
room. Harley, still following
his nose, pursued his investiga
tions to the kitchen, discovered
the source of the savory odors
that were pervading #he place,
and raised another cry so appre
ciative that the entire family,
with the exception of the invalid,
followed him and found the sup
per steaming hot aud crying to be
eaten.
After the excitement was
somewhat quieted Shirley took
command.
,. ‘‘Now, children, you’re get
ting mother all excited, and this
won’t do. And, besides, we must
eat this supper right away be
fore it spoils. Quiet down, and
bring the hot things to the table
while I get mother’s things off.
Then we will tell her all about
it. There’s plenty of time, you
know. We're going to stay right
u
here all summer.”
‘‘Aw, gee! Can’t we bring
mother out to the table?”
pleaded George. ‘‘Harley and I
could lift that couch just as
easy.”
‘‘Why, I don’t know,” said
Shirley, hesitating. ‘‘You know
she isn’t strong, and she will
worry about your lifting her.”
‘‘Oh Shirley, let her come,”
pleaded Carol. “We could all
take hold and wheel the couch
out here; you know the floor is
real smooth since those new
boards were put in, and there are
good castors on the couch.”
Mother! Mother 1 Y ou ’re
coming out to supper 1” they
chorused, rushing back to the
living room; and before the in
valid realized what was happen
ing her couch was being wheeled
carefully, gleefully into the bril
liantly lighted dining room, with
Doris like a fairy sprite dancing
attendance, and shouting joy
ously :
“Mudder’s turnin’ to suppy!
Mudder’s turnin’ to suppy adiu!”
The mother gazed in amase
ment at the royally spread table,
so smothered in flowers that she
tailed to recognize the cracked
old blue dishes.
vunureu, 1 insist, sne raised
her voice above the happy din.
“I insist on knowing immedi
ately what all this means. Where
are we, and what is this? A
hotel? And who was the person
who brought us here? I cannot
eat anything nor stay here an
other minute until I know. Peo
ple can’t rent houses like this for
$10 a mouth anywhere, and I
didn’t suppose we had come to
charity, even if I am laid up for
a few days. ” -
Shirley could see the hurt in
her mother’s eyes and the quick
alarm in her voice, and came
around to her couch, smiling.
“Now, mother dear, we’ll tell
you the whole thing. It isn’t a
hotel we’re in, and it isn't a
house at all. It’s only an old
barn!”
“A barn!” Mrs. Hollister sat
up on her couch alertly, and
.looked at the big bowl of roses in
the middle of the table, at the
soft, flowing curtains at the win
dow and the great pot of Easter
lilies on the little stand in front,
and exclaimed, “Impossible!”
“Hut it is, really, mother, just
a grand old stone barn! Look at
the walls. See, those two over
there are just rough stones, and
this one back of you is a partition
made of common boards. That’s
only an old brown denim curtain
over there to hide the kitchen,
and we’ve got the old red
chenille curtains up to partition
off the bedrooms. The boys are
going to sleep up in the hay-loft,
-and it’s going to be just great 1 ’ ’
Mrs. Hollister looked wildly at
the stone walls, back at the new
partition, recognized one by one
the ancient chairs, the old book
case now converted into a china
closet, the brown denim curtain
that had once been a cover for
the dining room floor in the lit
tie brick house. Now it was
washed and mended, and was do
ing its faded part to look like a
wall and fit into the scheme of
things. She darted questioning
glances at the wealth of flowers,
and the abundantly set table,
then settled back on her pillow
but half satisfied.
“They don’t have curtains in
a barn!” she remarked dryly.
“Those are a present from
Elizabeth, the little sister of the
i landlord. She was out here with
him when he came to see about
things, and she got acquainted
with Carol. She has put up those
curtains, and brought the flow
ers, and fixed the table, for a
surprise. See, mother!” and
Shirley brought the card on
which'Elizabeth had printed her
crude welcome.
Mrs. Hollister took the card as
if it were some sort of a life-pre
server, and smiled with relief
“But this is a great deal to do
for strangers,” she said trem
blingly, and tears began to glit
ter in her eyes. “They must be
wealthy people.”
“Yes, mother, I think they
are,” said Shirley, “and they
have been most kind.”
“But, daughter, wealthy peo
ple do not usually take the
trouble to do things like that for
nothing. And $10 a month for
a barn could be nothing to
them.”
“I know, mother, but he seems
very well satisfied with the
price,” said Shirley with a
troubled brow. “I-”
“Something’s burning!”
yelled Harley at' the top of his
lungs from the kitchen, and im
mediately they all rushed out to
rescue the supper, which took
that moment to assert itself.
“Now, mother,” said Shirley,
coming in with a big tureen of
soup, “we’ve got to eat.this sup
per or it will spoil. You’re not
to ask another question till we
are through.”
They all settled expectantly
down at the table, Doris climbing
joyously into her high chair, call
ing :
“Suppy! Suppy! Oh goody!”
Such a clatter and a clamor,
such shouting over the sandwich
es and such jumpings up and
down t» carry something to
mother! Such lingering over the
delic^Sus ice-cream and fresh
strawberries that were found in
the freezer! Think of it! Real
strawberries for them that time
of year!
Then, when they had eaten all
they coxdd, and began to realize
that it was time to get mother to
bed, they pushed the chairs back,
and all fell to clearing off the
table and putting things away.
It was Carol who discovered the
big roasted fowl and the bowl of
salad set away in the tiny ice
box ready for tomorrow. How
had Elizabeth, who never kept
house in her life, known just
what would be nice for a family
that were all tired out with mov
ing, and needed to lie back and
rest before starting on with liv
ing!
I he dishes were almost washed
when the cart arrived with the
last load of things, and the dray
man helped George to put up
mother’s bed.
They wheeled the couch into
the living room after the big
doors were closed and safely fast
ened for the night. Before the
glowing fire Sbirley helped
mother to undress, then rolled
her coueh into the bedroom and
got her to bed.
“Do you mind very much that
it is only a barn, mother dear?”
questioned Shirley, bending anx
iously over her mother after she
was settled.
“I can’t make it seem like a
barn, dear; it seems a palace!”
said the mother with a tremble
in her voice. “I’m glad it’s a
barn, because we could never af
ford a house with space like this,
and air!” She threw out her
hands as if to express her delight
in the wide rooms, and drew in
a breath of the delicious country
air, so different from air of the
dusty little brick house in the
city.
“Daughter!” she drew Shirley
down where she could whisper
to her. “You’re sure he is not
looking on us as objects of chari
ty, and you’re sure he under
stands that you are a self-re
specting girl earning her hon
orable living and paying her
way? You know this is a wick
ed, deceitful world we live in,
and there are all sorts of people
in it.”
“Mother dear! I’m sure.
Sure as anybody could be. He
has been a perfect gentleman.
You didn’t think he looked like
one of those—those people—that
go around misunderstanding
girls, did you mother?”
The mother remembered the
gentle, manly way in which the
young man had lifted her and
carried her to and from the car,
and her heart warmed to him.
Yet her fears lingered as she
watched her sweet-eyed girl.
“No-o-o,” she answered slow
ly; “but then, you can’t always
judge. He certainly was a gen
tleman, and he was very nice
looking.” Then she looked
sharply at Shirley.
“You won’t go to getting any
notions in your head, dear
child?” Her eyes were wistful
and- sad as she searched the
sweet, weary face of the girl.
“You know rich young men fol
low whims sometimes for a few
days. They don’t mean any
thing. I wouldn’t want your
heart broken. I wish he was an
old man with white hair.”
“Oh mother dear!” laughed
Shirley with heart-free ring to
her voice, “did you think you
had a young fool for a daughter?
He was only being nice because
he is a perfect gentleman; but
I know' he is not in the same uni
verse as I am, so far as anything
more than pleasant kindliness is
concerned. We shall probably
never see him again now that we
are settled. But don’t you think
I ought to go and telephone
thanks to his little sister? They
will be home by this time, and it
seems as if wre ought to make
some acknowledgment of her
great kindness.”
“By all means, dear; but how
can yon? Is there a pay-station
near here? I thought you said
this was out in the country.”
“Why, we have a telephone of
our own, .muddy dear! Just
think of the luxury of it! Us
with a telephone! Mr. Graham,
had it put into the barn when he
was making some repairs, so he
eeuld communicate with his
workmen; and he said if wo
would like it we might keep it.
It is one of those ‘pay-as-you-go’
phones, with a place to drop
nickels and dimes in; so we are
perfectly independent. Mr. Gra
ham thought it would be a com
fort to you when George-er I had
to stay late in town.”
‘‘How thoughtful of him! He
must be a wonderful rich man!
By all means telephone at once,
and tell the little girl to say to
her brother from me that I shall
esteem it a privilege to thank him
personally for all that he has
done for my children, sometime
when he is out this way. Think.
A real rose by my bed!” She
reached out a frail hand, and
touched the exquisite petals lov
ingly. ‘‘It is wonderful!”
So Shirley went into the living
room to telephone, while all the
children stood about to watch
and comment and tell her what
to say. Doris sat on a little cush
ion at, her feet in awe, and lis
tened, asking Carol with large
ayes: ‘‘Is Sirley tautin to Dodf
Vy doesn’t see sut her yeyes?”
for Shirley’s conversation over
the telephone sounded to the lit
tle sister much like a prayer of
thanksgiving; only she was not
accustomed to hearing the joy
3us laughter in the voice when
people prayed.
Then Doris was put to bed in
tier own little crib, and the light
in mother’s room was switched
!>ff amid Doris’s flood of ques
tions.
v ai manes it ngiu» v y mu it
io avay? Will it turn adin?”
At last she was asleep, and the
sther children tiptoed excitedly
about preparing for bed, going
up and downstairs softly, whis
pering back and forth for this or
that they could not find, till
piiet settled down upon the tired,
happy household, and the bull
frogs in the distant creek droned
aut the nightly chorus.
CHAPTER XIII.
It was beautiful to wake the
next morning with the birds
singing a matin in the trees, and
a wonderful £abbath quiet over
everything. Tired out as she
was and worn with excitement
and care, Shirley was the first
to waken, and she lay there quiet
beside Carol for a little while
with her eyes closed, listening,
and saying a prayer of thanks
giving for the peace of the place,
and the winder that it had come
into her life. Then suddenly a
strange luminousness about her
simply forced her to open her
eyes.
The eastern window was across
the room from her bed, and the
sky was rosy, with the dawn, and
flooding the room. It was the
first time in years she had
watched the sun rise. She had al
most forgotten, in the little dark
city house, that there was a sun
to rise and make things glorious.
The sun had seemed an enemy
to burn and wilt and stifle.
But now here was a friend, a
radiant new friend* to be waited
for and enjoyed, to give glory to
all their lives. She raised her
self on one elbow and watched
until the red ball had risen and
burst into the brightness of day.
Then she lay down softly again
and listened to the birds. They
seemed to be mad with joy over
the new day. Presently the
chorus grew less and less. The
birds had gone about their morn
ing tasks, and only a single
bright song now and then from
some soloist in the big tree over
head marked the sweet scented
nil i»vinn +l>n mormniv
In the quiet Shirley lay and
went over events since she had
first seen this spot and taken the
idea of living in the barn. Her
heart gave thanks anew that her
mother had not disliked it as she
had feared. There was no sense
tha£ it was a stable, no odor of
livihg creatures having occupied
it before, only sweet dusty clov
er like a lingering of past things
put away carefully. It was like
a great camping expedition.
And then all those flowers ! The
scent of the lilies was on the air.
How lovely of the young girl out
of her luxury to think to pass on
some of the sweet things of life!
And the gracious, chivalrous
man, her brother! She must not
let him think she would presume
upon his kindness. She must not
let even her thoughts cross the
line and dwell on the ground of
social equality. She knew where
he belonged, and there he should
stay for all her. She was heart
free and happy, and only too
glad to have such a kind land
lord____
(To Bo Continued Nest With
