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He Went Prowling Around for
Treasures and Found
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BY CLARISSA MACKIE.
“And be sure to call upon Claudia
Morey,” admonished Ella Delorme, as
her brother's touring car swept away
from the house. “I’ve writen to
her—”
Harry Delorme did not hear the
remainder of the sentence. He waved
his hand in farewell and applied him
self to guiding the machine carefully
through the suburban streets until
he reached the open cauntry.
Here he speeded blissfully along
the well-oiled highway in pleasant an
ticipation of a two-weeks’ tour of old
New England villages Delorme was
something of a china collector and
his vacations were usually spent in
leisurely prowls after treasures for
his constantly increasing cabinets.
"When am I going to stop collect
ing?” he would ask his critical friends
who warned him of the expense of
riding his hobby with such enthusi
asm. “When am 1 going to stop —
oh, when I get married. Of course I
couldn’t afford to do both.”
“Get married,” snifTed the friends
Incredulously, “why Delorme would
rather look at a Delft bowl this very
instant. He wasn’t thinking about
Claudia Morey who was a echool
friend of Ella’s and who lived in the
quaintest of all the New England
villages which he was to visit He
had never seen Claudia, but he plo
tured her as a tall, statutesque young
woman with pale blonde hair, regular
features, a Bostonese manner of icy
perfection, and a Now England con
science. All of which goes to show
that Harry knew more about Delft
than he did about women —or about
the New England conscience which is
merely a dearly loved superstition
and no longer exists In fact
The roads were fine, the car ran
without friction, the weather was per
fect, constables were few and far be
tween and life was very sweet to
Harry Dejorme as he drove through
New England!
He left the village of Old Pond with
a feeling of gratitude to that ancient
place, for here he had found a gold
luster pitcher and he was on the
trail of a Lafayette platter and an
Apostle pitcher.
“You’ll find ’em in Cadham,” said
the old lady who had sold him the
luster pitcher. "My sister lives next
door no Mrs. Bruce and Mrs. Bruce
has got no end of truck that’s or’y
fit for the junk man! I’d rather have
three dollars than ll:a' ci,l pit her
you’ve gel, ”ov.-~ r; y /:
satisfied. Yes, Cadiiam’s lirsi turn to
the left after you pass the bridge.”
I* So Harry Delorme took the first
the Jcft after he passed the
end of the long covered bridge that
spanned the river at this point. He
had learned that by passing through
Cadham he would reach Wynham and
that was the place where Claudia
Morey lived, lie was glad ftiaT he
could prowl around Cauham before
calling on Miss Morey. He didn’t
want to talk about Browning just at
.prea^T.
"Cadham was a fascinating place of
old-fashioned houses set back from
the street in ample dooryards. Once
or twice he stopped and inquired for
the Bruce place and In every instance
he was directed to the other end of
the village where he found It at last,
a long, low, white-painted house of
many gables, set on a hill In the
midst of well kept lav^fts.
It was a quiet midsummer afternoon
and the place seemed deserted save
for a young girl swinging beneath an
embowering apple tree. She wore a
checked gingham dress of blue and
white and a blue and white sunbon
net and down her back there hung a
thick braid of hair.
It was a charmingly pretty little
face that looked at him out of the
depths of the sunbonnet—dark and
piquant, scarlet-lipped, creamy
skinned with great lustrous eyes soft
ened by curling black lashes.
“Make a handsome woman, by
jove," muttered Harry as he brought
his car to a standstill on the drive
way beside the apple tree. He swept
off his hat and turned toward her.
“Good afternoon,” he said politely,
“I wonder if this is Mrs. Bruce’s
place?"
“Yes, it is,” answered the girl
sweetly, as she brought the swing to
a standstill.
“Is she at home?”
“No, she has gone over to Wynham.
Can I do anything for you?”
Delorme smiled down at the diminu
tive form looking at him from Berious
eyes.
“No thank you. . I suppose I may
wait awhile?"
The little girl’s face turned very
pink and she seemed to be struggling
with several emotions —perhaps in
dignation—or was It amusement?
Delorme never knew.
—“Why.. UIS sur° grandma has
Would you—would you like some root
beer?” she asked politely, hesitating
just as any shy little girl would in
proffering refreshments to a strange
man
“That’s mighty kind of you and
root beer would taste just right." ac
cepted Harry heartily as he ran his
car around to an out-of-the-way place
near the house. “I'll try your swing
if you don’t mind."
"Oh. I don’t mind —help yourself,”
she said as she skipped toward the
house.
Once inside the house she peeped
at him through the shutters and took
from he" pocket a letter written
splashing black characters. She read
a paragraph from the letter and looked
once more at the smartly dressed
motorist who was swinging enjoy
ably in her swing.
"Don't expect Harry to take any
notice of you," read the paragraph;
“he is the rudest thing where girls
are concerned; but If you were a
Staffordshire bowl or a two-eared
jug or an old clock, why he would
just fall down and worship you.
“Hum!” breathed the little girl as
she put the letter away and went
down cellar after the root beer.
When she approached Harry across
the lawn he stopped the swing and
looked at her with widening eyes of
appreciation. What he saw was a
small girl In blue gingham, hatless,
with black hair parted in the middle
and softly framing an exquisitely
tinted face. For the moment, Harry
did not notice that the little girl car
ried an old Sheffield* tray on which
was a bottle of home-made root beer
misty with the cellar coolness; a
small glass of crystal clearness and a
Lafayette platter on which were
some crisp ginger cookies.
He could not take his eyes from the
girl’s face. Girls had never looked
like that before —no girl he had ever
seen had been so beautiful. He
stopped under the reproachful glance
she cast at him and he took the tray
.and set It down pn the rustic table
built against the tree.
"You are very kind —the tray is too
heavy for you to carry,” he said.
“Here is your swing—shall I take
the chair?”
"As you like, sir, I shall sit on the
grass,” she said demurely as she did
so.
Delorme looked at her with a puz
zled frown. “How old are you, little
girl?” he asked bluntly.
She flushed again and hesitated.
“I’d rather not tell, sir,” she said at
last, plaiting the end of her hair rib
bon with little sun-browned fingers.
“Well, I can guess,” ventured De
lorme seriously; “you can’t be more
than thirteen —well. I’ll wait six
years,” he added in a musing tone,
stoslrg away at the distant moun
tains. v
She looked up startled. “What do
you mean, sir?" she asked in a dis
pleased lone." ' > ..4 *•£*<***?*
“i £eg your pardon,” he said sin
cerely, r, I \yas thinking out loud —a
bad habit of mine. I have seen some
thing that I have looked for all my
Jife and I find that I must wait six
years before 1 venture to try to pos
sess it. Now, let us talk about dolls
while I taste your root beer.”
“Aro you fohd of dolls?’ ’asked the
maiden demurely.
Before Delorme could answer this
question a carriage drove swiftly Into
the yard and paused beside the apple
tree.
In the carriage sat a white-haired
old lady who looked pleasantly at De
lorme while she called to the little
girl:
“Claudia Morey! How many times
have I told you that If you put on
that little girl dress of yours you
would surely be caught unaw-ares!”
“I know It, grandma,” said'Claudia
demurely, “but it does make me feel
like old times to come down here and
visit you and pretend that I’m a lit
tle girl again. By the way, grandma,
let me present Mr. Delorme, Ella’s
brother —you knfow Ella wrote us he
was prowling around for treasures
and might drop In here any time.”
Delorme talked awhile with Mrs.
Bruce who drove on to the house aft
er obtaining his willing promise to
remain a few days. When the car
riage had disappeared around the
corner toward the 'barn, Delorme
truned to look at Claudia.
That young lady was standing by
the trav rather nervously uncorking
the root beer bottle. As she poured
some of the foaming brown liquid into
the crystal tumbler the neck of the
bottle struck the glass and there
sounded a deep, musical bell note.
“That’s my great-grandfather’s tod
dy glass—pure rock crystal,” she said
hastily. “It’s a real treasure.”
Harry Delorme had no eyes for the
toddy glass though yesterday he
might have coveted It.
There was only one thing he want
ed to look at and that was her lovely
face. charming In its swift changes
from mischievous delight to girlish
demureness. But her eyes could not
meet his though somehow she knew
that the sun was shining on his rud
dy brown hair—S3 like Ella Delorme's
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“And this is a Lafayette platter,”
she said hastily for the silence was
becoming ominous. “And you will be
delighted to learn that we have an
apostle pitcher and —”
“Never mind all that. Miss Claudia,”
said Harry Delorme.
"Why, I thought you were crazy
about old china,” protested Claudia
whirling about to face him.
“I used to be," returned Harry
calmly: “but I’ve found anew and
most fascinating study, Miss Claudia
—and because you have deceived me,
I’m going to Bay one thing to punish
you.”
“And that is?” she asked with
crimson cheeks and shy eyes.
“That is—l'm glad that you are
not thirteen,” he said abruptly, for he
knew that he had found the treasure
he had been so long seeking.
(Copyright. 1313. by tb* McClure News
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