Quill's Window

reet at the upper edge of the town. There were four classrooms and three teachers, including the principal, Miss Angie Miller, who taught the upper grade. Graduate

n the old schoolhouse was destroyed by fire in the winter of 1916, Alix Crown contributed fifteen thousand dollars toward the construction of this new and more or less modern structure, with the provision that the town board should appropriate the balance needed to complete the building. On completion the schoolh

she was able to quote them. Besides, she had made a study of Dickens and Thackeray and Trollope, being qualified to discuss the astonishing shortcomings of those amiable mid-Victorians in a most dependable manner. She made extensive use of the word "erudite," and confused a great many people by employing "vicarious" and "didactic" and "raison d'etre" in the course

their works" before the Society, and while none of them had been able to accept, each and every one had written a polite note of regret to the secre

ly an hour while Mr. Hatch, the photographer, prepared and foozled three attempts to get a flashlight picture of the gathering

o recuperate and to regain his once robust health. After looking the world over, he chose the health-giving climate of his native state,-ahem! I should say, his father's native state,-and here he is not only thriving but enjoying himself. I take it upon myself to announce that he l

come in. She was so late that he began to fear she was not coming at all. The little thrill of exultation that came with her arrival was shortly succee

to the description of scenes and events somewhat remote from the actual fighting zone. He confessed that he knew practically nothing of the work of the American Expeditionary Force, except by hearsay, as he did not come in contact with the American armies, except an occasional unit brigaded with British t

ll that sort of thing, you know. It wasn't as bad as you'd think,-except for the gas, which isn't what you would call palatable,-and I came out not much worse off than a chap who has been through a hard football scrimmage. Knee and ankle bunged up a little,-and a dusty uniform,-that's about all

st upon Alix Crown. It was his means of informing her t

applause to cease. Mr. Mavity invariably claimed the ecclesiastical privilege of speech. No meeting was complete, no topic exhausted, until he had

know of the conflict now raging in Russia, and the amazing rebellion of De Annunzio in Fiume, and the-er-as I was saying, the possibility of the Kaiser seizing his bloody throne and calling upon his minions to-ah-er-renew the gigantic struggle. The history of the world records no such stupendous sacrifice of life on the cruel altars of greed

Courtney's s

g definite to support the general contention that "we aren't through with the Germans y

hat did I

lfway from her seat a

think it will c

n just turni

am afraid you will hav

" said Courtney

in the Sun. He was of the opinion that the Germans had had all they wanted of war. I tried to convince him that he was all wr

the war except what he saw in the hos

was under fire most of the time. He was not in a base hospital. He was attached to a field

may differ as to the next war, I do not hesitate to say that Dr. Strong saw infinitely more of the last one than I did. It may sound incredible to you, ladies and gentlemen, but my job was a picnic compared to

ing that distance," cr

to think of falling," said

began to despair of meeting Alix Crown. He could see her over near the door conversing with Alaska Spigg and Charlie Webster. Then he saw her wave her hand in farewell to some one across the room and bow to Ch

ng himself from the group and leaving a profound sentence uncomp

t a moment

. Presently a benevolent hand was laid on his shoul

nterested she was in your remarks. Miss Crown, my very dear friend, Mr. Court

with an abashed smile. "Formally, I mean. I have a very dis

ed Mr. Mavity, ele

to curve slightly in a faint smile. The merest trace of

hane," said she. Then, impulsively, she extended her hand

e piece of impudence, for which I am so heartily as

the subject. "Thank you for giving us the pleasure. It is just such adventures a

d the world be like if God had

slapping him on the back. "

u again," she said. Nodding to Mr. M

bout your splendid defence of David Strong. It was fine. And you, sir, were-ah-what sh

tor who was up at the front," said Courtne

emember," she replied, and he detect

Mr. Mavity tactfully.

, good night, A

ng, the flustered parson lowere

was here. Something to do with money matters,-nothing of consequence, I as

I think Alix is too silly for words about it. Especially with his mother living in the same house with her. Now,

conscience by being nice to a blacksmith's son. You see, his own daughter ran away with a blacksmith's son,-and you've heard what happened, Mr. Thane. David was in my class for two years before he went up to High School,

nversation longer than she liked. "Up to the time the old man died, we used to take it for granted that some day they would get married

dreadful word. I am sure Alix is incapable of actually hating any one. And as for David, he is kindn

er came up at

own,-the French guy that-" The scowl on Courtney's brow silenced the genial Charlie. He

e Miller sniffed and said, witho

ts it. There isn't su

her eyes flew wide op

to a man who was sidl

he pernicious

rd her, the most disinterested spectator would have ob

ahead of the hurrying photographer. When Miss Angie reached the door,-she had lost some little time because of the seats and the stupidity of Mrs. Primmer who blocked the way by fir

ed her from behind as she stood gl

walk home with y

en she simpered. "I'm really not a bit afraid. Still,"

rmation in Miss Angie Miller as she strode homeward at the side of the tall young New Yorker, her hand