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Show I "BILLY'S DIARY" gjBy ACNES GRAHAM DROGAN Cjj), 1MI. t-i i n NwFptr Vnlon ) Jasmine i .line Into the clearing Where the o'd spiuig house stood, nnd paused !-( in leiiltlitiiiK emoiion. Memotle i. ime to lier across Hie . your, memories of lender sweetness, memories "f ch solution, it wax liere that she ii.nl spent many happy hours In her childhood here that great lone lines') Ini'l n-'luuiird her. And now that she h.id mine hack fur a icw of the pi. ie, ii! was still both srry and lal. Down the iM.nl further hi.v the old mansion 1 1 t hud been .liciitii'i' s home and the home of her gr m-i r.r (JIUS. It i . there thai her ' 'g ' Uldtlier, P.1.1111; out or life ,i I ! I fchlld cnliie run II, heilienlhi d liei u fniit orphiur 1 ,iniii:iiier t gii-iit Aunt I Mllltreiit' cue- the jiiuiik iimiMut who hud 11 imed tier Imlty .ln-.n.ne her "lllth v li te iluner." Aunt Mi 1 i-nl s slender lin'iune, tiC'i'i Mi''" 1 t foi the upkeep of the great -Id h .me. expired with her ifohUjkiunl 1 here Inn! been liitlu nionej Ut'foSliiiiiiie lifter paying the nmrt gdue". So nil unttiilned, the clrl went out inio ih litisy world to earn her llvelihoiid umf Miln ns lier tlrsl hoiim-eiiiimi It a nn ndvertihe ment coin eiiini" the "While Inn" for summer ;mmh ulikli caught Jat mine's ee ,11 Hie city paper, tbe White Inn, us pit lured there, was her own loi hiitiie.siend. So .laNiuliie, puekllie hntilly, went out to spend her luiiil eiiiiied two weeks vacation In the :iti I plnrr. The hermit's dwelling on Hie spot where the old sprluglmtiM- had hceit, was 11 tuple of newT-fnlii'i.; .merest to White Inn guest. I 01 the hermit, it wns soli), freiiili'lili'l loi hiiiely cnbln eer. i.m mer, living then- III solitary exile. E11 el 1 giH-M :ii one Unit or another, made 11 tup up the womleii way to sc him in hi-, u'lirileii. And the lier mlt, who miv viiiiiu ami good look-I look-I lng, III 11 floiilli4l., fothlihltllg III. HI ner, peisUieinlv Ignored Iheni one nnd all, lie l .-"id In l.hnkl, 11s n modern heriiilt' slnmlil. mid cooked his own food If nol i'neily ner 11 keitle. nt lout on mi oil stue. .Iiisiuliie, had not ira-.eltd over the bramble, path "out of 'ini,.-i in sec him, hut to view. Ill-lend the old spring house. Ami ns she snt on the liemill'i-gniileii bilieh, he teenlleil with n smile whlcli hi ought I011I1 n lulely despondent dimple, 11 tormei lslt of hers' to this self same plm-e In 11 fiiraWA) time. She had gone to the spring home to be ficed fi 1,111 Ami! Melllcent's stern iihservatiic, a lotiel ulrl wlihotit piny-mate piny-mate or filend, and she bad come forth as "Jim," chosen companion of the nicest boy In the world ; nnd this Is how ii happened. .Inimhie. upon entering the spring houe, hud found, lying upwind. 11 elnel.v written little book. On Us bright led cover way the word "Diary," nnd on tbe very llrst page was inscribed In boyish lettering letter-ing "Billy JIN Book." Before the little girl in the emnbrle frock realized real-ized what she was doing, she hud read two complete pages of the "Diary." It w.is wllill.N interesting ; her blue i(s widened over the marvelous ml-ventiiies ml-ventiiies of Billy, In "Ills Book" and she looked up diced!)' when an nugry vnli e loused her. "Nervy!" greeted the voice, "what do ni mean by rending my writing?" Jasmine was muifriiid, she even clusptil the red book closer In de (lanie. "I didn't mean to Mart," she calmly told, lit"' Indignant boy before her, "but when I started, I couldn't itop. It's all so splendid. I'm going B finish the story." The boy's anger vanished. "To think that" alf those wonderful things' happened. to.sJtiHt a boy like you !" .Tnsinluc'Vxpljalned. And when nttbe end of 11 eonipnn-leiuihly eonipnn-leiuihly long, "hiip.v tiinutiier, Billy went uwoy to school, nnd to college, and perhaps ihver.lo -rethrn, .liismlne was given the little red book to keep ns a lasting, memento of their Joyous tlim s together. She Mill kept It Arid now, to. make the 'nieinorv of those past enchnnted days complete Jasmine dieu the little IkioI; from her ling mid sat smiling-over1 il's pages it wns no sound wjileh milde her gl.mee up. but Just the'eoiischuisiiess of n pres nice near. The hermit was stmiding hehtml tin-bench, tin-bench, reading omt .liismliie'q shoulder, shoul-der, the' boyish scrawl. When their ejes- met, itivoluninrlly both smiled, Then the imin's hum! went out to her. "You I the hermit of spring house!" The man nodded. With ipilck stride he enteied the cnbln, nnd returning put into .Ins-mine's .Ins-mine's hand n book of fmnlllnr cover 1 It was one of the season's best sellers Jasmine hnd seen It dls-pln.vfd. The I nut bor reached over suihlenlv to In !crll e somethlni: on tbe tl.v lo.if "Bit y," he wrote "Ills Bool, " Bi-iienih the honk's title was printed the author's au-thor's full name, William ('hiilmers When Jasmine's two glorious weiks were ut nn end, very regretfull.v she carried the book back to the spring bouse, "It Is n wonderful romance," she old him sighing. Tlie hermit wus locking (he spring houe door. "I am going with jou," he remarked, happily, "to the clly for you see, lusmlne, my own white Mower, 1 am loltig to ask you there, to help me In the building of lasting romance of our own." |