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When we moved into the ram
bling old house Felix bought of
a spinster who had lived there
alone with one servant for twen
ty years, I insisted on calling our
new country home "Bleak house,"
thinking, maybe, that such fitness
might shame my husband into
fixing it up right away, so we
could name it "Idlewild" or "Red
Nest," or something artistic. But
Felix is a sort of poetic man he
ought to have been ah artist in
stead of a broker and he said it
was "Idlewild" enough fdi him
the way it was.
It was Marian who volunteered
to remain with me that night
Felix had to stay in town. Well,
Marian isn't a giant nor a stoic,
being only five feet two, and sin
gle, but I couldn't refuse such a
We didn't go to bed until 12
Marian went right to sleep, and
I just couldn't. You'd have
thought I drank a quart of cof
fee for supper and. we had even
eaten onions to make us sleepy.
There's a beech just a few
yards from the house, and it is
lovely in the fall, I'll admit. I was
lying near the window, and it was
a pretty dark night; just'a bit of
the moon showing. Nervous and
sleepless, I pushed back the cur
tain to take a peep at the tree.
(Somehow a tree seems so pro
tective). I heard someone com
ing around the house ! I dropped
the curtain; Jthe ivy rattled. Oh,
should I waken Marian ? I never
salw anyone sleep so soundly.
Heavens, she had begun tonore.
Or was it that thing, or man, or
whatever it was? Oh, Mercy!
There came a thump against the
dining-room window. "Oh, Mar
ian. Marian there is there is
a man after the silver he'.s at
the dining-room window " I
said in gasps that were whispers.
The angel Gabriel, I thought
right then, would have to blow
more than once to wake Marian
Crowley. "Marian, Marian "
At last she awoke, and I could
only say, 'A man a man "
"Where? Can't you hear him?"
One of the small panes of glass
crashed in, and with a scream
that would have done duty for a
madman, I buried myself in the
covers, hoping to die. AH of the
things I had ever done passed be
fore me. I was suffocating. An
other pane went pretty soon, but
I didn't hear it. Marian did; and
she's a born investigator, I've
since found, andfull of daring
if she is small and single. She
was nearly scared to death, but
while her teeth were chattering
she got into a kimono and slip
pers, and made for the dining
room. She said if he were out
side, breaking glass to get in, he
couldn't get hold of her.
When Marian came back she
sat on the floor and moaned so
that I kept from suffocating after
all, and found strength 'to ask if
she found out anything. "Oh,
oh," she rocked on her knees,
there in the middle or the floor.