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ACCORDING TO THEIR LIGHTS
narrowchested, undersized man for one who stands sturdily six-foot two. Where a girl is quick to believe the best of a good looking man, another man finds, in those same good looks, very grave grounds for susp icion. And the teleg r a m only confirmed his doubts.
" Imperial — Washington— Sculpture — Ling u a 1 , " he read aloud, with a dark look after the tall figure striding down
the straggling street to the hotel. "Wot sense is thar to that? 'Pears like it's plumb foolishness — or spytalk ■"
Eric Allen scowled as the mysterious message was sent dancing across the moonlit miles to New York. "I'll lay he's a rev'noo feller," he muttered, gnawing his sulky lip, "an' he 's makin ' up t ' Grace Snowden with his cursed, snuggerin' city grins "
The small scrap of a brown creature, sitting, barefeet crossed, on the warm rocks, scuttled down with the swift grace of a wild thing, as Bob Mason's broad shoulders came in view above the steep trail. So intent was he on his thoughts, that the sound of her scramble did not draw his eyes to the crouching figure among the leaves. He flung himself down beside the rocks, and drew out his pipe, with a long breath of con
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ERIC ALLEN SCOWLED AS THE MYSTERIOUS MESSAGE WAS
tent that had in it the beatitude of the arching blue sky, the warm, fragrant sunshine and the far, shimmering distances.
' ' A whole mountain all to myself ! ' ' he gloated, bending to draw his match across the granite. "Crusoe
had nothing on me Hullo there !
A footprint in the sand!"
On the moss, a battered primer jeered up at him, in the loud, raw colors that — to the childish mind — constitute art. "A first reader, as I live ! So Mr. Friday, or Miss Friday, is getting an education! Bah! It's a sin and a shame for that shiny old slug — civilization — to leave its inksplotched trail across the face of Nature like this ! ' '
His upraised arm, poised to hurl the ugly little book out into space, was caught in a fierce grip from behind.
" That-air 's mine, stranger!" said