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Almost immediately after the double tragedy and the birth of little Alix, David Windom moved out of the house and took up his residence in the riverside village of Windomville, a mile to the south. The old house was closed, the window shutters nailed up, the doors barred, and all signs of occupancy removed. It was said that he never put foot inside the yard after his hasty, inexplicable departure.

"The next issue of the Sun will contain the formal announcement of the engagement of the most popular and beloved young lady in Windomville. No doubt it will be old news by that time, next Thursday, but publication in the press gives it the importance of officialty." "We may congratulate ourselves, however, that we are not to lose her," said Mrs. Pollock. "She is to remain in "

Thane," said the poetess of Windomville. "Alix Crown said last night she was coming to the meeting this week, and I'd so like to surprise her. Now please say you will do it." "I really wouldn't know what to talk about," pleaded the young man.

A dog don't care who he belongs to, Court, but he's mighty darned particular about who belongs to him." "I can't understand why he never seemed to like me," mused Courtney. "Well, maybe," began Charlie soberly, " maybe, after all, he DID sort of know that he was Davy Strong's dog." For three days Windomville talked of nothing but the "dog murders."

"I wish you wouldn't always try to be funny, Charlie Webster," snapped Mrs. Pollock. "Mr. Thane and I were discussing a serious matter. If you can postpone " "I defy anybody to prove that there's anything funny about being kissed by practically half the grown-up population of Windomville with the other half lookin' on and cussin' under their breath." "Don't pay any attention to him, Mr.

She said she was going to spend the night at the Jordans'. She kissed her mother good-bye, just as she always does, and we ain't seen or heard anything of her since. Nobody in Windomville saw her. Bill Foss is afraid she may have been waylaid by hoboes down along the river road. If if THAT happened there'll be something worse than lynchin' if I ever lay hands on " Thane broke in with an oath.

Early in the war her house was headquarters for the local Red Cross workers, the knitters, the bandage rollers, and so on, but after the entry of the United States into the conflict, most of her time was spent away from Windomville in the more intense activities delegated to women.

Over night it had blossomed. Courtney Thane alone was aware of this amazing transformation. It was he who felt the thrill that charged the air, who breathed in the sense-quickening spice, who heard the pipes of Pan. All these signs of enchantment were denied the matter-of-fact, unimaginative inhabitants of Windomville. And you would ask the cause of this amazing transformation?

The little package, minus the wrapping paper, was locked away in his trunk. Charlie Webster, emerging from his office at the dinner hour, twelve noon, espied Miss Angie Miller hurrying toward the Tavern. He hailed her, not ceremoniously or even gallantly, but in the manner of Windomville.

The air was full of British aeroplanes from London clear to Palestine. What is he doing here?" "Recovering his health. He has had two attacks of pneumonia, you see, and a touch of typhoid. His family originally lived in this country. The old Thane farm is almost directly across the river from Windomville.