\ THE ENCHANTED BARN , copyright ISIS, by J. B. Up p tricot t Co. “Not a room in the whole place as dear ami cozy and homey as rhwl” sighed Carol happily, sinking into the old denim-cov ered couch before the fireplace in the barn living room that Mon day night after she got home. “I declare, mother, 1 don’t see how Elizabeth stands it. Ilpr mother is nice, but she's hardly ever there, unless she has a swarm of people dinnering or teaing or lunching. Site hardly ever has time to speak to Eliza beth, and Elizabeth doesn’t seem to care much, cither. f>he almost seems to think more of that old nurse Susan that took care of her when she was a baby than she dot's of her mother. I’m so glad 1 was sent to you instead of to her!” .And Carol suddenly slipped across the room and buried her face in her mother’s nock, hugging and kissing her, leaving a few bright tears on her mother's happy face. i '< »».im a wuiiuri iui i cm i. iu Mrs. Hollister to find her child unspoiled by tier first experience of the world and glad to get bade, to her home, after all the anxiety her mother heart had felt. Carol presently sat up and told them minutely all about bet- visit. The grind concert that Sidney had taken them to Friday evening in the Academy of Musie, where a world renowned pianist was the soloist with the great symphony orchestra; the tennis and riding Saturday morning; the luncheon at a neighboring instate, where there were three girls and a brother who were “snobs” and hadn’t at alt good manners; the party in the evening that lasted ho iife (hat they didn’t get to bed till long after midnight; the beautiful room they slept iu, with ever/ imaginable article for the toilet done in sterling silver with Monograms; the strange Sabbath, with no service in the morning because they woke up too late, „ arid no suggestion of anything but a holiday—except the vesper service in a cold, formal chapel that Faro! hs I begged to go to; just a lot. of worldly music and entertaining, with ft multitude of visitors for the end of it. Carol told of the beautiful dresses that Fiir.oiheth hail loaned her, coral crepe de ehsie accordion plaited fur the concert, white with an 01 gugo sash for the luncheon, pale, yellow with a black velvet girdle for the party, a little blue silk affair and another lovely white organdie for Sunday, and all with their accompanying silk stockings and slippers and gloves, atid necklaces and bands for her hair. It jvas most won Uerful to her, an" as they list ened they marvelled that their Carol had conic hack to them so gladly, and rejoiced to see her nestling in her brown linen skirt and middy blouse close beside her mother’s chair. She de ’ cbimFhe’rself satisfied with her flight into the world. She might like to go again for a glimpse now and then, but she thought sne wouiu rattier nave iMizaneui out to Glenside. She hated to lose any ot' the time out here, it was so pretty. Besides, it was lonesome without, them all. About that time Shirley picked up the morning paper in her of fice one day to look up a mat ter for Mr. Barnard. Her eye hap -petied to fall on the society coinum and catch the name of Sidney Graham. She glanced down the column. It was an ac count. of a wedding in high cir cles in whifch Graham had taken the parr of best man, with Miss Harriet Hale—in blue tulle and while orchids as maid of honor —for his partner down the aisle. She read the column hurriedly, hungrily, getting every detail, white spats, gardenia, and all, until * along with Graham’s, just, .undoC those of the bride and groom, and her face was both haiulHome and haughty. One cdulFlell-that by,the tilt of chin, the abort upper lip, the cynical curve of mouth and sweep of long eyelash, the extreme effect of her dress and the arrangement of hor hair. Ouly a beauty could have stood that hair and not been positively ugly. Shirley suddenly real Used what sho was doing and turned over tlm page of the piper with a jerk. 20 that tore the sheet from top to hot tom, going on with her search for the real estate column ami the item she was after. All that morning her typewriter keys clicked with mad rapidity, yet her work was strangely correct and perfect. She was working under a tense strain. By noon she had herself in hand, realized what she had been doing with her vagrant thoughts, and was able to laugh at Miss Harriet llale—whoever or whatever she was. What mat tered it, Miss Harriet Hale or somebody else? What was that to Shirley Hollister? Mr. Gra ham was her landlord and a kindly gentleman. He would probably continue to be that to her to the end of her tenancy, without regard to Miss Hale or any other intruding Miss, and what did anything else matter? She wanted nothing else of Mr. * Graham but to be a kindly gen tleman whenever it was her ne cessity to come'in his way. But although her philosophy was on hand and her pride was aroused, she realized just where her heart might have been tend ing if it had not been for this little jolt it got; and she resolved to keep out of the gentleman ’a way whenever it was possible, and also, as far as she was able, to think no more about him. Keeping out of Sidney Gra ham's way was one thing, but making him-keep out of her way was quite another matter, and Shirley realized it every time he came out to Glenside, which he did quite frequently. She could not say to him that she wished he would not come. She could not he rude to him when he came. There was no way of showing him pointedly that she was not thinking of him in any way but as her landlord, because he never showed in any way that he was expecting her to. He just, happened in evening after eve ning in his frank, jolly way, on one pretext or other, never stay ing very long, never showing her any more attention than he did her mother or Carol or the boys, not so much as lie did to Doris. How was she to do anything but sit quietly ami take the whole thing as a matter of course? It really was a matter to deal with in her own heart alone. And there the battle must be fought if ever battle there was to be. Meantime, she could not but own that this frank, smiling, merfy young man did bring a lot-of life and pleasure into their lives, dropping in that way, and why should she not enjoy it when it came, seeing it in no wise inter ferretk with Miss Harriet Hale’s rights and prerogatives? Never theless, Shirley withdrew more and more into quietness when ever he came, and often slipped into the kitchen on some house hold pretext, until one day he boldly came out iido the kitchen after her with a book be wanted her to read, and was so frank and companionable that she led the way back to the living room, and concluded it would be better in future to stay with the rest of the family. I'tl.’ l l. . l_ V a i • 1 i ►'Mil UU ill I'V II V 1VI11 until ever of letting her heart stray out after any impossible society man. She had her work in the world, ami to it she meant to stick. If there were dreams she kept them well under lock and key, and only took them out now and the,n at night when she was very tired and discouraged and life looked hard and long and lonely on ahead. Shirley had no intention that Sidney* Graham should ever have reason to think, when he married Miss Harriet Hale or some one equivalent to her, that any poor little stenog rapher living in a barn had at one time fancied him fond of her. No, indeed! Shirley tilted lu*r firm little chin at the thought, and declined to ride with Gra ham and Elizabeth the next time * they called at the office for her, on the plea that she had prom ised to go home in the trolley* with one of the office girls. And y*et tlie next time she saw him he was just as pleasant, and showed no sign that she had de clined his invitation. In fact, the whole basis of their acquain tance was such that she felt free to go her own way anil yet know he would be just as pleasant a friend whenever she needed one. Matters stood in this way when Graham was suddenly obliged to go west on a trip for the office, [ to be gone throe or four weeks. Mrs. Graham and Elizabeth went to the Adirondack* for a short* trip. and.the people at. Glenside settled down to quiet country ! life, broken only by a few visits i from their farm neighbors, and a j call from the cheery, shabby pas- , tor of the little white church in : the valley. CH APT Eli XVI. , Graham did not seem to for get his friends entirely while he was gone. The boys received a ! number of post-cards from time to time, and a lot of fine views of California, Yellowstone Park, and Grand Canon, and other spots of interest. A wonderful picture book came for Doris, with Chinese pictures, and rhymes printed on crepe paper. The next morning a tiny sandal wood fan arrived for Carol with Graham's compliments, and a few days later a big box of oranges for Mrs. Hollister with no clew whatever as to the send er. Shirley began to wonder what her purt would be and what she should do about it, and pres ently received—a letter! And then, after all, it was only a pleasant request that she would not pay the rent, about Vhich she had always been so punctual, until his return, as no one else understood about his affairs. He added a few words about his pleasant trip and a wish that they were all prospering—and that was all. Shirley was disappointed, of course, and yet, if he had said more, or if he had ventured to send her even a mere trifle of a gift, it would have made her un confortable and set her question ing how she should treat him and it. It was the perfection of his behavior that lie had not over stepped a single bound that the most particular might set for a landlord and his respected ten ant. She drew a deep sigh and put the letter back into the en velope, and as she did so she spied a small card, smaller than the envelope, on which was an exquisite bit of scenery, a colored photograph, apparently, and un derneath had been pencilled, “One of the many beautiful spots in California that I am'sure you would appreciate.” Her heart gave an unforbidden leap, and was promptly taken to task for it. Yet when Shirley went back to her typewriter the bit of a picture was pinned to the wall back of her desk, and her eyes rested on it many times that day when she lifted them from her work. It is question able whether Shirley remem bered Miss Harriet Hale at all that day. The garden was growing beau tifully now. _ There would soon be lettuce anti radishes ready to eal. George had secured a num ber of customers through people at the store, and was planning to take early trips to town, when his'produee was ripe, to deliver it. They watched every night and looked again every morning for signs of the first pea blos soms, and the little green spires tu unicm tups, 11 nr sipaise nuns, beginning to shoot up. Every day brought, some new wonder. | They almost forgot they had ever ; lived in the little old brick house, j until George rode by tlvpre on his bicycle one noon and report ed that it had been half pulled down, and you could now see the outline of where the stairs and ! closets had been, done in plaster, on the side of the next house. They were ttd very silent for a minute thinking after he told that, and Mrs. Hollister looked around the great airy place in which they were sitting, and then out the open door where the faint stain of sunset was still linger ing against the horizon, and said: i “We ought all to be very thankful, children. George, get j the Bible and read the 34th Psalm.” Wonderingly George obeyed, and they all sat listening as the words sank into their souls. “Now,” said the mother when the Psalm was finished and those last words, “The Lord redeemeth the sovd of His servants and none of them that trust in Him shall he desolate”; “now let us kneel down and thank Him.” And they all knelt while she prayed a few earnest, simple words of thanksgiving and com- ! mended them to God's keeping. By this time Mrs. Hollister j was so well that she went every day for a little while into the gar den and worked, and was able to do a great deal in the house. The children were overjoyed, and lived in a continual trance of daliglit over the wild, free life they were living. Carol's school had closed and Carol was at home all day. This made one more to help in the garden. George was talking about building a little pigeon house and raising squabs for sale. The man who did the ploughing had given him a couple to start with, and told him there was money in squabs if one only went about it right. George and Harley pored over a book that told all about it, and talked much on the subject. the weather was growing warm, and Shirley was wishing her vacation came in July or August instead of the first two weeks in September. Somehow she felt so used up these hot days, and the hours dragged by so slowly. At night the trolleys were crowded until they were half-way out to Glenside. She often had to stand,-and her head ached a great deal. Yet she was very happy and thankful—only there was so much to be done in this world, and she seemed to have so little strength to do it all. The burden of next fall came occasionally to mar the beauty of the summer, and rested heavily upon her young shoul ders. If only there wouldn’t be any winter for just one year, and they could stay in the barn and get rested and get a little money ahead somehow for moving. It was going to be so hard to leave that wide, beautiful abiding place, barn though it was. One morning nearly four weeks after Graham left for California Shirley was called from her desk to the outer office to take some dictation for Mr. Clegg. While she was there two men entered the outer office and asked for Mr. Barnard. One of them was a short, thick-set man with a pretentious gray mustache parted in the middle and combed elaborately out on his cheeks. He had a red face, little cunning eyes, and a cruel set to hig jaw, which somehow seemed ridicu lously at variance with his loud, checked suit, sporty neckt^p of soft bright blue satin, set with a scarf pin of two magnificent stones, s diamond and a sap phire, and with three showy jewelled rings which he wore on his fat, pudgy hand. The other man was sly, quiet, gray, un obstructive, obviously the hench man of the first. Mr. Clegg told the men they might go into the inner office and wait for Mr. Barnard, who would probably be in shortly, and Shirley watched them as they passed out of her view, won dering idly why those exquisite stones had lb be wasted in such an out-of-place spot as in that coarse looking man’s necktie, and if a man like that really cared for beautiful things, else why should he wear them? It was only a passing, thought, and then she took up her pencil and took down the closing sentences of the letter Mr. Clegg was dictating. It was but a moment more and she was free to go back to her own little alcove just behind Mr. Barnard’s office and connecting with it. There was an entrance lo it from the tiny cloak-room, which she always used when Mr Barnard had visitors in his office ana inrougu ims way sue now went, having a strange repug nance toward being seen by the two men. She had an innate sense that the man with the gaudy garments would not be one who would treat a young girl in her position with any re spect, and she did not care to come under his coarse gaze, so she slipped in quietly through the cloak room, and passed like a shadow the open door into Mr. Barnard's office, where they sat with their backs toward her, having evidently just settled down and begun to talk. She could hear a low-breathed com ment on the furnishings of the office as indicating a good bank account of the owner, and a coarse jest about a photograph of Mr. Halliard’s wife which stood on his desk. It made her wish that the door between the rooms was closed; yet she did not care to rise and close it lest she should call attention to her self, and Of course it might bfe but a minute or two before Mr. Barnard returned. A pile of en velopes to be addressed lay on her desk, and this work she could do without any noise, so she slip ped softly into her seat and be gan to work. 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