55 LIBRARY UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA SANTA CRUZ THE ENCHANTED BARN 1 VI OTi? ..)!* I V1J HTUH BOOKS BY GRACE LIVINGSTON HILL AprU Gold Happiness Hill The Beloved Stranger The Honor Girl Bright Arrows Kerry Christmas Bride Marigold Crimson Roses Miranda Duskin The Mystery of Mary Found Treasure Partners A Girl to Come Home To Rainbow Cottage The Red Signal White Orchids Silver Wings The Tryst The Strange Proposal Through These Fires The Street of the City All Through the Night The Gold Shoe Astra Homing Blue Ruin Job's Niece Challengers The Man of the Desert Coming Through the Rye More Than Conqueror Daphne Deane A New Name The Enchanted Barn The Patch of Blue Girl from Montana The Ransom Rose Galbraith The Witness Sound of the Trumpet Sunrise Tomorrow About This Time Amorelle Head of the House Ariel Custer In Tune with Wedding Bells Chance of a Lifetime Maris Crimson Mountain Out of the Storm Exit Betty Mystery Flowers The Prodigal Girl Girl of the Woods Re-Creations The White Flower Matched Pearls Time of the Singing of Birds Ladybird The Substitute Guest Beauty for Ashes Stranger Within the Gates The Best Man Spice Box By Way of the Silverthorns The Seventh Hour Dawn of the Morning The Search Brentwood Cloudy Jewel The Voice in the Wilderness BOOKS BY RUTH LIVINGSTON HILL Mary Arden (with Grace Livingston Hill) Morning Is for Joy John Nielson Had a Daughter Bright Conquest The Enchanted Barn BY GRACE LIVINGSTON HILL GROSSET & DUNLAP PUBLISHERS NEW YORK By arrangement with J. B. Lippincott Co. Made in the United States of America COPYRIGHT, 1917, BT THB OOLDBN BtTXA OOMFAHY COPYRIGHT. 1918, BT J. B. MPPINOOTT OOMPAKY THE ENCHANTED BARN CHAPTER I SHIRLEY HOLLISTER pushed back the hair from her hot forehead, pressed her hands wearily over tired eyes, then dropped her fingers again to the typewriter keys, and flew on with the letter she was writing. There was no one else in the inner office where she eat. Mr. Barnard, the senior member of the firm, whose ste- nographer she was, had stepped into the outer office for a moment with a telegram which he had just received. His absence gave Shirley a moment's respite from that feeling that she must keep strained up to meet bis gaze and not let trouble show in her eyes, though a great lump was choking in her throat and the tears stung her hot eyelids and insisted on blurring her visior now and then. But it was only for an instant that she gave way. Her fingers flew on with their work, for this was an important letter, and Mr. Barnard wanted it to go in the next mail. As she wrote, a vision of her mother's white face appeared to her between the lines, the mother weak and white, with tears on her cheeks and that despairing look in her eyes. Mother hadn't been able to get up for a week. It seemed as if the cares of life were getting almost too much for her, and the warm spring days made the little brick house in the narrow street a stifling place to stay. There was only one small window in mother's room, opening against a brick wall, for they had had to rent the front room with its two windows. 6 THE ENCHANTED BARN But, poor as it was, the little brick house had been home; and now they were not to have that long. Notice had been served that they must vacate in four weeks; for the house, in fact, the whole row of houses in which it was situated, had been sold, and was to be pulled down to make way for a big apartment-house that was to be put up. Where they were going and what they were going to do now was the great problem that throbbed on Shirley's weary brain night and day, that kept her from sleeping and eating, that choked in her throat when she tried to speak to Mr. Barnard, that stared from her feverish ej r es as she looked at the sunshine on the street or tried to work in the busy monotony of the office. They had been in the little house nearly a year, ever since the father died. It had taken all they could scrape together to pay the funeral expenses, and now with her salary, and the roomer's rent, and what George got as cash-boy in a depart- ment store they were just barely able to get along. There was not a cent over for sickness or trouble, and nothing to move with, even if they had anywhere to move, or any time to hunt for a place. Shirley knew from her experience in hunt- ing for the present house that it was going to be next to impossible for them to find any habitable place for as little rent as they were now paying, and how could they pay more ? She was only a beginner, and her salary was small. There were three others in the family, not yet wage-earners. The problem was tremendous. Could it be that Carol, only four- teen years old, must stop school and go to work somewhere to earn a pittance also ? Carol was slender and pale, and needed fresh air and nourishing food. Carol was too young to bear burdens yet ; besides, who would be housekeeper and take care THE ENCHANTED BARN 7 of mother if Carol had to go to work ? It was different with George; he was a boy, strong and sturdy; he had his school in the department store, and was getting on well with his studies. George would be all right. He belonged to a base- ball team, too, and got plenty of chances for exercise; but Carol was frail, there was no denying i'v. Harley was a boisterous nine-year-old, always on the street these days when he wasn't in school; and who could blame him? For the narrow, dark brick house was no place for a lively boy. But the burden and anxiety for him were heavy on his sister's heart, who had taken over bodily all the worries of her mother. Then there was the baby Doris, with her big, pathetic eyes, and her round cheeks and loving ways. Doris, too, had to be shut in the dark little house with the summer heat coming on, and no one with time enough or strength enough to take her to the Park. Doris was only four. Oh, it was terrible, terrible! and Shirley could do nothing but sit there, and click those keys, and earn her poor little inadequate salarv ! Some day, of course, she would get more but some day mig&t be too late ! She shuddered as the terrible thought flashed through her mind, then went on with her work again. She must shake off this state of mind and give attention to her duty, or she would lose even this opportunity to help her dear ones. The door of the outer office opened, and Mr. Barnard entered. "Miss Hollister," he said hurriedly, "if you have those letters ready, I will sign them at once. We have just bad word that Mr. Baker of the firm died last night in Chicago, and I must go on at once. The office will be closed for the rest of the day. You can let those other matters that I spoke of go until to-morrow, and you may have the day oft. I shall 8 THE ENCHANTED BARN not be at the office at the usual hour to-morrow morning, bat you can come in and look after the mail. I will leave further directions with Mr. Clegg. You can mail these letters as you go down." Ten minutes later Shirley stood on the street below in the warm spring sunshine, and gazed about her half dazed. It- seemed a travesty on her poor little life just now to have a holiday and no way to make it count for the dear ones at home. How should she use it, anyway ? Should she go home and help Carol? Or should she go out and see whether she could find a house somewhere that they could possibly afford to move to? That, of course, was the sensible thing to do; yet she had no idea where to go. Eut they did not expect her home at this time of day. Perhaps it was as well that she should use this time and find out something without worry- ing her mother. At least, she would have time to think undisturbed. She grasped her little package of lunch that she had brought from home with her and looked about her helplessly. In her little thin purse was the dime she always carried with her to pay her car-fare in case something happened that she had to ride either way though she seldom rode, even in a storm. But her mother insisted on the dime. She said it was not safe to go without any money at all. This dime was her capital wherewith to hunt a house. Perhaps the day had been given her by a kind heavenly Father to go on her search. She would try to use it to the best of her ability. She lifted her bewildered heart in a feeble petition for light and help in her difficult problem, and then she went and stood on the corner of the street where many trolley-cars were passing and repassing. Which one should she take, and where should she THE ENCHANTED BARN 9 go? The ten cents must cover all her riding, and she must save half of it for her return. She studied the names on the cars. " Glenside Road " one read. What had she heard about that ? Ah ! that it was the longest ride one could take for five cents within the limits of the city's roads ! Her heart leaped up at the word. It sounded restful anyway, and would give her time to think. It wasn't likely, if it went nea any glens, that there would be any houses within her means on its way; but possibly it passed some as it went through the city, and she could take notice of the streets and numbers and get out on her return trip to investigate if there proved to be anything promising; or, if it were too far away from home for her to walk back from it, she could come another time in the evening with George, some night when he did not have school. Anyhow, the ride would rest her and give her a chance to think what she ought to do, and one car was as good as another for that. Het resolve was taken, and she stepped out and signalled it. There were not many people in the car. It was not an hour when people rode out to the suburbs. Two workmen with rolls of wall-paper slung in burlap bags, a woman and a little girl, that was all. Shirley settled back in her seat, and leaned her head against the window-sash wearily. She felt so tired, body and soul, that she would have been glad to sleep and forget for a little while, only that there was need for her to be up and doing. Her room had been oppressively warm the night before; and Doris, who slept with her, had rolled from one side of the bed to the other, making sleep well-nigh impossible for the elder sister. She felt bruised and bleeding in her very soul, and longed for rest. 10 THE ENCHANTED BARN The car was passing through the thickest of the city's business thoroughfare, and the noise and confusion whirled about her ears like some fiendish monotonous music that set the time for the mad dancs of the world. One danced to it whether one would or not, and danced on to one's death. Around the city hall the car passed, and on up Market Street. They passed a great fruit-store, and the waft of air that entered the open windows came laden with the scent of over-ripe bananas, late oranges and lemons; a moment later with sickening fumes it blended into a deadly smell of gas from a yawning hole in the pavement, and mingled with the sweat of the swarthy foreigners grouped about it, picks in hand. It seemed as though all the smells in creation were met and con- gregated in that street within four or five blocks ; and one by one they tortured her, leather and paint and metal and soap, rank cheese in a fellow traveller's market-basket, thick stifling smoke from a street engine that was champing up the gravel they fed it to make a new patch of paving, the stench from the cattle-sheds as they passed the railroad and stock-yards, the dank odor of the river as they crossed the bridge, and then an oilcloth-factory just beyond ! The faint sweet breath of early daffodils and violets from an occasional street vendor stood no chance at all with these, and all the air seemed sickening and dreadful to the girl as she rested wearily against the window with closed eyes, and tried to think. They slipped at last into the subway with a whir and a swish, where the cool, clean smell of the cement seemed gradually to rise and drown the memory of the upper world, and came refreshingly in at the windows. Shirley had a pass- ing thought, wondering whether it would be like that in the grave, all restful and sweet and quiet and clean, with the THE ENCHANTED BARN 11 noisy, heartless world roaring overhead. Then they came up suddenly out of the subway, with a kind of triumphant leap and shout of brakes and wheels, into the light and sunshine above, and a new world. For here were broad streets, clean pavements, ample houses, well-trimmed lawns, quiet people walking in comfort, bits of flower-boxes on the window-sills filled with pansies and hyacinths ; and the air was sweet and clean. The difference made Shirley sit up and look about her, and the contrast reminded her of the heaven that would be beyond the grave. It was just because she was so tired and disheartened that her thoughts took this solemn form. But now her heart sank again, for she was in the world of plenty far beyond her means, and there was no place for such as she. Not in either direction could she see any little side streets with tiny houses that would rent for fifteen dollars a month. There were such in the city, she knew; but they were scarce, and were gobbled up as soon as vacant. But here all was spaciousness, and even the side streets had three stories and smug porches with tidy rockers and bay windows. She looked at the great plate-glass windows with their cobwebby lace draperies, and thought what it would be if she were able to take her mother and the children to such a home as one of those. Why, if she could afford that, George could v go to college, and Doris wear a little velvet coat with rose- buds in her bonnet, like the child on the sidewalk with her nurse and her doll-carriage. But a thing like that could never come to her. There wsre no rich old uncles to leave them a fortune ; she was not bright and gifted to invent some wonderful toy or write a book or paint a picture that would bring the fortune ; and no one would 1* THE ENCHANTED BARN ever come her way with a fortune to marry her. Those things happened only in story-books, and she was not a story-book girl; she was just a practical, every-day, hard-working girl with a fairly good complexion, good blue eyes and a firm chin. She could work hard and was willing ; but she could not bear anxiety. It was eating into her soul, and she could feel a kind of mental paralysis stealing over her from it, benumbing her faculties hour by hour. The car glided on, and the houses grew less stately and farther apart. They were not so pretentious now, but they were still substantial and comfortable, with more ground and an air of having been there always, with no room for new- comers. Now and then would come a nucleus of shops and an old tavern with a group of new groceries and crying com- petition of green stamps and blue stamps and yellow stamps posted alluringly in their windows. Here busy, hurried people would swarm, and children ran and shouted ; but every house they passed seemed full to overflowing, and there was nowhere any place that seemed to say, " Here you may come and find room!" And now the car left the paved and built-up streets, and wandered out between the open fields, where trees arched lavishly overhead, and little new green things lifted up unfrighteneti heads, and dared to grow in the sunshine. A new smell, the smell of rich earth and young green growing things, of skunk-cabbage in bloom in the swamps, of budding willows and sassafras, roused her senses; the hum of a bee on its way to find the first honey-drops came to her ears. t Sweet, droning, restful, with the call of a wild bird in the distance, and all the air balmy with the joy of spring. Ah ! This was a new world ! This indeed was heaven ! What a THE ENCHANTED BARN la contrast to the office, and the little narrow stifling brick house where mother lay, and Doris cut strings of paper dolls from an old newspaper and sighed to go out in the Park ! What a contrast ! Truly, this was heaven ! If she could but stay, and all the dear ones come! She had spent summers in the country, of course ; and she knew and loved nature, but it had been five years since she had been free to get outside the city limits for more than a day, and then not far. It seemed to her now that she had never sensed the beauty of the country as to-day; perhaps because she had never needed it as now. The road went on smoothly straight ahead, with now a rounding curve, and then another long stretch of perfect road. Men were ploughing in the fields on one side, and on the other lay the emerald velvet of a field of spring wheat. More people had got into the car as it left the city. Plain, substantial men, nice, pleasant women ; but Shirley did not notice them ; she was watching the changing landscape and thinking her dismal, pitiful thoughts. Thinking, too, that she had spent her money or would have when she returned, with nothing to show for it, and her conscience condemned her. They were coming now to a wide, old-fashioned barn of stone, with ample grassy stone-coped entrance rising like a stately carpeted stairway from the barn-yard. It was resting on the top of a green knoll, and a great elm-tree arched over it protectingly. A tiny stream purled below at one side, and the ground sloped gradually off at the other. Shirley was not noticing the place much except as it was a part of the land- scape until she heard the conductor talking to the man across the aisle about it. " Good barn ! " he was saying reflectively. " Pity to hav 14 THE ENCHANTED BARN it standing idle so long; but they'll never rent it without a house, and they won't build. It belongs to the old man's estate, and can't be divided until the youngest boy's of age, four 'r five years yet. The house burned down two years ago. Some tramps set it afire. No, nobody was living in it at tho time. The last renter didn't make the farm pay, too fur from the railroad, I guess, and there ain't anybody near enough round to use the barn since Halyer built his new barn," and he indicated a great red structure down the road on the other side. " Halyer useta use this, rented it fer less'n nothing, but he got too lazy to come this fur, and so he eold off half his farm fer a dairy and built that there barn. So now I s'pose that barn'll stand idle and run to waste till that kid comes of age and there's a boom up this way and it's sold. Pity about it, though ; it's a good barn. Wisht I had it Up to my place ; I could fill it." " Make a good location for a house," said the other man, looking intently at the big stone pile. " Been a fine barn in its time. Old man must uv had a pile of chink when he built it. Who'd ya say owned it ? " " Graham, Walter Graham, big firm down near the city hall guess you know 'em. Got all kinds of money. This ain't one, two, three with the other places they own. Got a regular palace out Arden way fer summer and a town house in the swellest neighborhood, and own land all over. Old man in- herited it from his father and three uncles. They don't even scarcely know they got this barn, I reckon. It ain't very stylish out this way just yet." " Be a big boom here some day ; nice location," said the passenger. " Not yetta while," said the conductor sagely ; " railroad THE ENCHANTED BARN 13 station's too far. Wait till they get a station out Allister Avenue; then you can talk. Till then it'll stay as it is, I reckon. There's a spring down behind the barn, the best water in the county. I useta get a drink every day when the switch was up here. I missed it a lot when they moved the switch to the top of the hill. Water's cold as ice and clear as crystal can't be beat this side the soda-fountain. I sometimes stop the car on a hot summer day now, and run and get a drink - it's great." The men talked on, but Shirley heard no more. Her eyes were intent on the barn as they passed it the great, beau- tiful, wide, comfortable-looking barn. What a wonderful house it would make ! She almost longed to be a cow to enter this peaceful shelter and feel at home for a little while. The car went on, and left the big barn in the distance; but Shirley kept thinking, going over almost unconsciously all the men had said about it. Walter Graham ! Where had she seen that name ? Oh, of course in the Ward Trust Building, the whole fourth floor. Leather goods of some sort, perhaps, she couldn't just remember; yet she was sure of the name. The man had said the barn rented for almost nothing. What could that mean translated in terms of dollars ? Would the fifteen dollars a month that they were now paying for the little brick house cover it? But there would be the car- fare for herself and George. Walking that distance twice a day, or even once, would be impossible. Ten cents a day, sixty cents a week twice sixty cents ! If they lived out of the city, they couldn't afford to pay but twelve dollars a month. They never would rent that barn for that, of course, it was so big and grand-looking; and yet it was a barn! What did barns rent for, anyway? 16 THE ENCHANTED BARN And, if it could be had, could they live in a barn ? What were barns like, anyway, inside? Did they have floors, or only stalls and mud? There had been but two tiny windows visible in the front ; how did they get light inside ? But then it couldn't be much darker than the brick house, no matter what it wss. Perhaps there was a skylight, and hay, pleasant hay, to lie down on and rest. Anyhow, if they could only manage to get out there for the summer somehow, they could bear some discomforts just to sit under that great tree andf look up at the sky. To think of Doris playing under that tree! And mother sitting under it sewing! Mother could get well out there in that fresh air, and Doris would get rosy cheeks again. There would not likely be a school about for Carol ; but that would not hurt her for the summer, anyway, *nd maybe by fall they could find a little house. Perhaps she would get a raise in the fall. If they could only get some- where to go now ! But yet a barn ! Live in a barn ! What would mother Bay ? Would she feel that it was a disgrace ? Would she call it one of Shirley's wild schemes ? Well, but what were they going to do? They must live somewhere, unless they were destined to die homeless. The car droned on through the open country coming now and then to settlements of prosperous houses, some of them small ; but no empty ones seemed to beckon her. Indeed, they looked too high-priced to make her even look twice at then? ; besides, her heart was left behind with that barn, that great^ beautiful barn with the tinkling brook beside it, and the arching tree and gentle green slope. At last the car stopped in a commonplace little town in front of a red brick church, and everybody got up and went THE ENCHANTED BARN V out. The conductor disappeared, too, and the motorman leaned back on his brake and looked at her significantly. "End of the line, lady," he said with a grin, as if she were dreaming and had not taken notice of her surroundings. s< Oh/ 7 said Shirley, rousing up, and looking bewilderedly about her. " Well, you go back, don't you ? " " Yes. Go back in fifteen minutes/' said the motorman indulgently. There was something appealing in the sadness of this girl's eyes that made him think of his little girl at home. " Do you go back just the same way ? " she asked with sudden alarm. She did want to see that barn again, and to get its exact location so that she could come back to it some day if possible. " Yes, we go back just the same way," nodded the motor- man. Shirley sat back in her seat again contented, and resumed her thoughts. The motorman took up his dinner-pail, sat down on a high stool with his back to her, and began to eat. It was a good time now for her to eat her little lunch, but she was not hungry. However, she would be if she did not eat it, of course; and there would be no other time when people would not be around. She put her hand in her shabby coat- pocket for her handkerchief, and her fingers came into contact with something small and hard and round. For a moment she thought it was a button that had been off her cuff for several days., But no, she remembered sewing that on that very morning. Then she drew the little object out, and behold it was a five-cent piece ! Yes, of course, she remembered now. It was the nickel she put in her pocket last night when she rent for the extra loaf of bread and found the store closed 2 18 THE ENCHANTED BARN She had made johnny-cake instead, and supper had been late; but the nickel had stayed in her coat-pocket forgotten. And now suddenly a big temptation descended upon her, to spend that nickel in car-fare, riding to the barn and getting out for another closer look at it, and then taking the next car on into the city. Was it wild and foolish, was it not perhaps actually wrong, to spend that nickel that way when they needed so much at home, and had so little? A crazy idea, for how could a barn ever be their shelter? She thought so hard about it that she forgot to eat her lunch until the motorman slammed the cover down on his tin pail and put the high stool away. The conductor, too, was coming out of a tiny frame house, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and calling to his wife, who stood in the doorway and told him about an errand she wanted him to do for her in the city. Shirley's cheeks grew red with excitement, for the nickel was burning in her hand, and she knew in her heart that she was going to spend it getting off that car near that barn. She would eat her lunch under the tree by the brook! How exciting that would be! At least it would be something to tell the children about at night! Or no! they would think her crazy and selfish, perhaps, to waste a whole day and fifteen cents on herself. Still, it was not on herself; it was really for them. If they could only see that beautiful spot ! When she handed her nickel to the conductor, she felt almost guilty, and it seemed as if he could see her intention in her eyes; but she told herself that she was not sure she was going to get off at all. She could decide as she came near the place. She would have to get off either before she got there or after she had passed and walk back. The conductor would THE ENCHANTED BARN 19 think it strange if a young girl got off the car in the country in front of an empty barn. How would she manage it ? There had been houses on the way, not far from the barn. What was the name the conductor had mentioned of the man who had built another barn ? She might get off at his house, but still stay what was that avenue where they had said the railroad would come some day with a station? They had called it out as they stopped to let off the woman and the little girl. Allister Avenue! That was it. She would ask the conductor to let her off at Allister Avenue. She watched the way intently; and, as they neared the place where Allister Avenue ought to be, her heart pounded so that she felt quite conscious, as if she were going to steal a barn and carry it home in her coat-pocket. She managed to signal the car to stop quite quietly, how- ever, and stepped down to the pavement as if it were her regular stopping-place. She was aware of the curious gaze of both motorman and conductor, but she held her head up, and walked a few steps up Allister Avenue until the car had whirred on out of sight. Then she turned anxiously, looking down the road, and there to her joy saw the stone gable of the great barn high on its knoll in the distance. CHAPTEE II SHIRLEY walked down the dusty road by the side of the car-track, elation and excitement in her breast. What an adventure ! To be walking alone in this strange, beautiful spring country, and nobody to interfere ! It was her Father's beautiful out-of-doors, and she had paid her extra nickel to have a right to it for a little while. Perhaps her mother would have been worried at her being alone in the country, but Shirley had no fears. Young people seldom have fears. She walked down the road with a free step and a bright light in her eyes. She had to see that barn somehow ; she just had to ! She was almost breathless when she reached the bottom of the hill at last, and stood in front of the great barn. The up car passed her just as she got there, and the people looked out at her apathetically as they would at any country girl. She stood still a minute, and watched the car up the hill and out of sight, then picked her way across the track, and entered the field where the fence was broken down, walking up the long grassy slope to the front of the barn and standing still at the top in front of the big double doors, so grim and forbidding. The barn was bigger than it looked in the distance. She felt very small; yet her soul rejoiced in its bigness. Oh, to have plenty of room for once ! She put her nose close to the big doors, and tried to find a crack to look through; but the doors were tight and fitted well. There was no use trying to see in from there. She turned and ran down the long grassy slope, trying to pretend 20 THE ENCHANTED BARN 21 it was a palatial stairway, then around the side to the back of the barn, and there at last she found a door part way ajar, opening into what must have been the cow-stables, and she slipped joyously in. Some good angel must have been pro- tecting her in her ignorance and innocence, for that dark basement of the barn would have been an excellent hidicg- place for a whole regiment of tramps; but she trod safely on her way, and found nothing but a field-mouse to dispute her entrance; and it scurried hastily under the foundation, and disappeared. The cow-stables evidently had not been occupied for a number of years, for the place was clean and littered with dry straw, as if it had fallen and sifted from the floor above. The stalls were all empty now. and old farm implements, several ploughs, and a rickety wagon occupied the dusty, cobwebby spaces beyond the stalls. There were several openings, rude doorways and crude windows; and the place was not un- pleasant, for the back of it opened directly upon a sloping hill which dropped away to the running brook below, and a little stone spring-house, its mossy roof half hidden by a tangle of willows. Shirley stood in a doorway and gazed with delight, then turned back to her investigation. This lower place would not do for human habitation, of course; it was too low and damp, and the floor was only mud. She must penetrate if possible to the floor above. Presently she found a rough ladder, cleats nailed to up- rights against the wall; and up this she crept cautiously to the opening above, and presently emerged into the wide floor of the real barn. There were several small windows, left open, and the sweet spring air swept gently in; and there were little patches of 22 THE ENCHANTED BARN pale sunshine in the misty recesses of the great dim room. Gentle motes floated in the sharp lances of sunshine that stole through the cracks ; another ladder rose in the midst of the great floor to the loft above; and festoons of ancient hay and cobwebs hung dustily down from the opening above. After Shirley had skipped about the big floor and investigated every corner of it, imagining how grand it would be to set the table in one end of the room and put mother's bed behind a screen in the other end, with the old piano somewhere in the centre and the big parlor chair^ mended, near by, the old couch covered with a portiere standing on the other side, she turned her attention to the loft, and, gathering courage, climbed up there. There were two great openings that let in the light; but they seemed like tiny mouse-holes in the great place, and the hay lay sweet and dim, thinly scattered over the whole big floor. In one corner there was quite a luxurious lot of it, and Shirley cast herself down upon it for a blessed minute, and looked up to the dark rafters, lit with beams of sunlight creeping through fantastic cracks here and there, and won- dered how the boys would enjoy sleeping up here, though there was plenty of room down-stairs for a dozen sleeping-rooms for the matter of that. Foolish, of course, and utterly impossible, as all day- dreams always had been; but somehow it seemed so real and beautiful that she could scarcely bring herself to abandon it. Nevertheless, her investigation had made her hungry, and she decided at last to go down and eat her lunch under the big tree out in the sunshine; for it was dark and stuffy inside, although one could realize how beautiful it would be with those two great doors flung wide, and light and air let in. THE ENCHANTED BARN 23 The day was perfect, and Shirley found a beautiful place to sit, high and sheltered, where she would not be noticed when the trolley-cars sped by ; and, as she ate her sandwiches, she let her imagination build a beautiful piazza where the grassy rise came up to the front of the barn, and saw in thought her mother sitting with the children at the door. How grand it would be to live in a home like this, even if it were a barn ! If they could just get out here for the summer, it would do wonders for them all, and put new heart into her mother for the hard work of the winter. Perhaps by fall mother would be well enough to keep boarders as she longed to do, and so help out with the finances more. Well, of course, this was just one of her wild schemes, and she must not think any more about it, much less even speak of it at home, for they would never get done laughing and teasing her for it. She finished the last crumb of the piece of one-egg cake that Carol had made the day before for her lunch, and ran down to the spring to see whether she could get a drink, for she was very thirsty. There proved to be an old tin can on the stones in the spring-house, doubtless used by the last tramp or conductor who came that way; but Shirley scrubbed it carefully in the sand, drank a delicious draught, and washed her hands and face in the clear cold water. Then she went back to the barn again, for a new thought had entered her mind. Supposing it were possible to rent that place for the summer at any reasonable price, how could they cook and how keep warm? Of course there were such things as candles and oil-lamps for lighting, but cooking! Would they have to build a fire out-of-doors and play at camping? Or would they have to 84 THE ENCHANTED BARN resort to oil-stoves ? Oil-stoves with their sticky, oily outsides, and their mysterious moods of smoke and sulkiness, out of which only an expert could coax them! But, though she stood on all sides of that barn, and gazed up at the roof, and though she searched each floor diligently, she could find no sign of a chimney anywhere. Her former acquaintance with barns had not put her into a position to judge whether this was a customary lack of barns or not. There were two wooden, chimney-like structures decorating the roof, but it was all too evident that they were solely for purposes of ornament. Her heart sank. What a grand fire- place there might have been right in the middle of the great wall opposite the door ! Could anything be more ideal ? She could fancy mother sitting in front of it, with Harley and Doris on the floor playing with a kitten. But there was no fireplace. She wondered vaguely whether a stovepipe could be put out of the window, and so make possible a fire in a small cook-stove. She was sure she had seen stovepipes coming out of all sorts of odd places in the cities. But would the owners allow it? And would any fire at all perhaps make it dangerous and affect the fire-insurance? Oh, there were so many things to think about, and it was all so impossible, of course. She turned with heavy heart, and let herself down the ladder. It was time she went home, for the afternoon was well on its way. She could hear the whir of the trolley-car going up. She must be out and down the road a little way to get the next one that passed it at the switch when it came back. So with a wistful glance about the big dusty floor she THE ENCHANTED BARN 5 turned away, and went down to the ground floor and out into the afternoon sunshine. Just as she crossed the knoll and was stepping over the broken fence, she saw a clump of clover, and among the tiny stems one bearing four leaves. She was not superstitious, nor did the clover mean any special omen to her; but she stooped, smiling, and plucked it, tucking it into the button- hole of her coat, and hurried down the road; for she could already hear the returning trolley-car, and she wished to be a little farther from the barn before it overtook her. Some- how she shrank from having people in the car know where she had been, for it seemed like exposing her audacious wish to the world. Seated in the car, she turned her eyes back to the last glimpse of the stone gables and the sweeping branches of the budding tree as the car sped down the hill and curved away behind another slope. After all, it was but half -past four when the car reached the city hall. Its route lay on half a mile nearer to the little brick house, and she could stay in it, and have a shorter walk if she chose. It was not in the least likely anybody would be in any office at this hour of the day, anyway ; that is, anybody with authority; but somehow Shirley had to signal that car and get out, long walk or not. A strong desire seized her to put her fate to the test, and either crush out this dream of )hers forever, or find out at once whether it had a foundation to live. She walked straight to the Ward Trust Building and searched the bulletin-board in th hallway carefully. Yes, there it was, " Graham-Walter Fourth floor front." With rapidly beating heart she entered the elevator and 26 THE ENCHANTED BARN tried to steady her voice as she said, " Fourth " ; but it shook in spite of her. What was she doing ? How dared she ? What should she say when they asked her what she wanted? But Shirley's firm little lips were set, and her head had that tilt that her mother knew meant business. She had gone so far she would see the matter to the finish, even if it was ridiculous. For now that she was actually on the elevator and almost to the fourth floor it seemed the most extraordinary thing in the world for a girl to enter a great business office and demand that its head should stoop to rent her an old barn out in the country for the infinitesimal sum she could offer. He would perhaps think her crazy, and have her put out. But she got out of the elevator calmly, and . alked down the hall to where a ground-glass door proclaimed in gold letters the name she was hunting. Timidly she turned the knob, and entered a large room, spacious and high ceiled, with Turkish rugs on the inlaid floor, leather chairs, and mahogany desks. There was no one in the office but a small office-boy, who lolled idly on one elbow on the table, reading the funny page of the afternoon paper. She paused, half frightened, and looked about her appealingly ; and now she began to be afraid she was too late. It had taken longer than she had thought it would to get here. It was almost a quarter to five by the big clock on the wall. No head of a business firm was likely to stay in his office so late in the day as that, she knew. Yet she could hear the steady click of typewriter keys in an inner office; he might have remained to dictate a letter. The office-boy looked up insolently. " Is Mr. Graham in ? " asked Shirley. Which Mr. Graham?" THE ENCHANTED BARN 27 /* hesitating and catching the name on the door, "Mr. Walter Graham." " No, he isn't here. Never here after four o'clock." The boy dropped on his elbow again, and resumed his reading. " Oh ! " said Shirley, dismayed now, in spite of her fright, as she saw all hope fading from her. " Well, is there another-*- I mean is the other Mr. Graham in?" Someone stirred in the inner office, and came across to the door, looking out, someone with an overcoat and hat on. He looked at the girl, and then spoke sharply to the boy, who stood up straight as if he had been shot. " Edward ! See what the lady wants/' " Yes, sir ! " said Edward with sudden respect. Shirley caught her breath, and plunged in. " I would like to see some Mr. Graham if possible for just a moment." There was something self-possessed and busi- nesslike in her voice now that commanded the boy's attention. Her brief business training was upon her. The figure from the inner room emerged, and took off his hat. He was a young man and strikingly handsome, with heavy dark hair that waved over his forehead and fine, strong features. His eyes were both keen and kind. There was eomething luminous in them that made Shirley think of Doris's eyes when she asked a question. Doris had wonder- , fully wise eyes. "I am Mr. Sidney Graham," said the young man, ad- vancing. "What can I do for you?" " Oh, I wanted to ask you about a barn," began Shirley eagerly, then stopped abashed. How could she ask this im- maculate son of luxury if he would rent a young girl his barn to live in during the summer ? She could feel the color mount- 28 THE ENCHANTED BARN ing in her cheeks, and would have turned and fled gladly if a way had been open. She was aware not only of the kind eyes of the man upon her, but also of the gaping boy taking it all in, and her tongue was suddenly tied. She could say no more. But the young man saw how it was, and he bowed as gracefully as if asking about barns was a common habit of young women coming into his office. " Oh, certainly/' he said ; " won't you just step in here a moment and sit down? We can talk better. Edward, you may go. I shall not need you any longer this evening." " But I am detaining you ; you were just going out ! n cried Shirley in a panic. "I will go away now and come again perhaps." She would do anything to get away with- out telling her preposterous errand. " Not at all ! " said young Mr. Graham. ef I am in no hurry whatever. Just step this way, and sit down." His tone was kindness itself. Somehow Shirley had to follow him. Her face was crimson now, and she felt ready to cry. What a fool she had been to get herself into a predicament like this ! What would her mother say to her ? How could she tell this strange young man what she had come for? But he was seated and looking at her with his nice eyes, taking in all the little pitiful attempts at neatness and style and beauty in her shabby little toilet. She was awfully conscious of a loose fluff of gold-glinted hair that had come down over one hot cheek and ear. How dishevelled she must look, and how dusty after climbing over that dirty barn ! And then she plunged into her subject. CHAPTER 111 " I'M sure I don't know what you will think of my ask* ing/' said Shirley excitedly, " but I want very much to know whether there is any possibility that you would rent a beau- tiful big stone barn you own out on the old Glenside Road, near Allister Avenue. You do own it, don't you ? I was told you did, or at least that Mr. Walter Graham did. They said it belonged to ' the estate.' " " Well, now you've got one on me/' said the young man with a most engaging smile. " I'm sure I don't know whether I own it or not. I'm sorry. But if it belongs to grandfather's estate, his name was Walter, too, you knoi". why, I sup- pose I do own part of it. I'm sorry father isn't here. He of course knows all about it or the attorney of course he would know. But I think he has left the office. However, that doesn't matter. What was it you wanted? To rent it, you say ? " " Yes," said Shirley, feeling very small and very much an impostor; "that is, if I could afford it. I suppose perhaps it will be way ahead of my means, but I thought it wouldn't do any harm to ask." Her shy eyes were almost filled with tears, and the young man was deeply distressed. " Not at all, not at all," he hastened to say. " I'm just stupid that I don't know about it. Where did you say it was ? Out on the Glenside Road ? A barn ? Come to think of it, I remember one of my uncles lived out that way once, and I know there is a lot of land somewhere out there belonging to the estate. You say there is a barn on it ? " "Yes, a beautiful barn," said Shirley anxiously, her eyes 20 30 THE ENCHANTED BARN dreamy and her cheeks like two glowing roses. " It is stone, and has a wide grassy road like a great staircase leading up to it, and a tall tree over it. There is a brook just below, it is high up from the road on a little grassy hill." " Oh, yes, yes/' he said, nodding eagerly, " I see ! It almost seems as if I remember. And you wanted to rent it for the summer, you say? You are ah in the agricultural busi- ness, I suppose?" He looked at her respectfully. He knew the new woman, and honored her. He did not seem at all startled that she wanted to rent a barn for the summer. But Shirley did not in the least understand. She looked at him bewildered a moment. " Oh, no ! I am only a stenographer myself but my mother that is " she paused in confusion. " Oh, I see, your mother is the farmer, I suppose. Your home is near by near to the barn you want to rent?" Then she understood. " No, oh, no ! she said desperately. " We don't want to use the barn for a barn at all. I want to use it for a house ! " It was out at last, the horrible truth ; and she sat trembling to see his look of amazement. " Use it for a house ! " he exclaimed. " Why, how could you? To live in, do you mean? or just to take a tent and camp out there for a few days ? " " To live in," said Shirley doggedly, lifting her eyes in one swift defiant look and then dropping them to her shabby gloves and thin pocketbook, empty now even of the last precious nickel. If he said anything more, she was sure she should cry. If he patronized her the least little bit, or grew haughty, now that he saw how low she was reduced, she would turn and fly from the office and never look him in the face. THE ENCHANTED BARN 31 But he did neither. Instead, he just talked in a natural tone, as if it were the most common thing in the world for a girl to want to live in a barn, and nothing to be surprised over in the least. " Oh, I see/' he said pleasantly. " Well, now, that might be arranged, you know. Of course I don't know much about things, but I could find out. You see, I don't suppose we often have calls to rent the property that way " " No, of course not," said Shirley, gathering up her scat- tered confidence. " I know it's queer for me to ask, but we have to move they are going to build an apartment-house where we are renting now, and mother is sick. I should like to get her out into the country, our house is so little and dark ; and I thought, if she could be all summer where she could see the sky and hear the birds, she might get well. I want to get my little sisters and brothers out of the city, too. But we couldn't likely pay enough rent. I suppose it was silly of me to ask." " Not at all ! " said the young man courteously, as though she had been a queen whom he delighted tc nonor. " I don't see why we shouldn't be able to get together on some kind of a proposition that is, unless father has other plans that I don't know about. A barn ought not to be worth such a big price. How much would you feel like paying ? " He was studying the girl before him with interested eyes; noting the well-set head on the pretty shoulders, even in spite of the ill-fitting shabby blue coat; the delicate features; the glint of gold in the soft brown hair; the tilt of the firm little chin, and the wistfulness in the big blue eyes. This was a new kind of girl, and he was disposed to give her what she wanted if he could. And he could. He knew well that any- thing he willed mightily would not be denied him. 82 THE ENCHANTED BAKiN The frightened color came into the delicate cheeks again, and the blue eyes fluttered down ashamedly. " We are only paying fifteen a month now," she said ; " and I couldn't pay any more, for we haven't got it. I couldn't pay as much, for it would cost sixty cents a week apiece for George and me to come in to our work from there. I couldn't pay more than twelve ! and I know that's ridiculous for such a great big, beautiful place, but I had to ask." She lifted her eyes swiftly in apology, and dropped them again; the young man felt a glow of sympathy for her, and a deep desire to help her have her wish. " Why, certainly," he said heartily. " Of course you did. And it's not ridiculous at all for you to make a business proposition of any kind. You say what you can do, and we accept it or not as we like. That's our lookout. Now of course I can't answer about this until I've consulted father; and, not knowing the place well, I haven't the least idea what it's worth; it may not be worth even twelve dollars." (He made a mental reservation that it should not be if he could help it.) " Suppose I consult with father and let you know. Could I write or phone you, or will you be around this way any time to-morrow ? " Shirley's breath was fairly gone with the realization that he was actually considering her proposition in earnest. He had not laughed at her for wanting to live in a barn, and he had not turned down the price she offered as impossible ! He was looking at her in a kindly way as if he liked her for being frank. " Why, yes," she said, looking up shyly, " I can come in to-morrow at my noon hour if that would not be too soon. I always have a little time to myself then, and it isn't far from the office." THE ENCHANTED BARN 3 "That will be perfectly all right for me," smiled young Graham. " I shall be here till half -past one, and you can ask the boy to show you to my office. I will consult with father the first thing in the morning and be ready to give you an answer. But I am wondering if you have seen this barn, I suppose you have, or you would not want to rent it; but I should suppose a barn would be an awfully unpleasant place to live, kind of almost impossible. Are you sure you realize what the proposition would be ? " "Yes, I think so," said Shirley, looking troubled and earnest. "It is a beautiful big place, and the outlook is wonderful. I was there to-day, and found a door open at the back, and went in to look around. The up-stairs middle floor is so big we could make several rooms out of it with screens and curtains. It would be lovely. We could live in picnic style. Yes, I'm sure mother would like it. I haven't told her about it yet, because if I couldn't afford it I didn't want to disappoint her; so I thought I would wait till I found out; but I'm just about certain she would be delighted. And any- how we've got to go somewhere." "I see," said this courteous young man, trying not to show his amazement and delight in the girl who so coolly discussed living in a barn with curtains and screens for par* titions. He thought of his own luxurious home and his com- fortable life, where every need had been supplied even before he realized it, and, wondering again, was refreshed in soul by this glimpse into the brave heart of the girl. " Then I will expect you," he said pleasantly, and, opening the door, escorted her to the elevator, touching his hat to her as he left her. Shirley would not have been a normal girl if she had no* 34 THE ENCHANTED BARN felt the least flutter in her heart at the attention he showed her and the pleasant tones of his voice. It was for all the world as if she had been a lady dressed in broadcloth and fur. She looked down at her shabby little serge suit that had done duty all winter with an old gray sweater under it half in shame and half in pride in the man who had not let it hinder him from giving her honor. He was a man. He must be. She had bared her poverty-stricken life to his gaze, and he had not taken advantage of it. He had averted his eyes, and acted as if it were just like other lives and others* neces- sities ; and he had made her feel that she was just as good as any one with whom he had to deal. Well, it was probably only a manner, a kind of refined, courteous habit he had ; but it was lovely, and she was going to enjoy the bit of it that had fallen at her feet. On the whole, Shirley walked the ten blocks to her nar- row little home feeling that she had had a good day. She was weary, but it was a healthy weariness. The problem which had been pressing on her brain for days, and nights too, did not seem so impossible now, and hope was in her heart that some- how she would find a way out. It had been good to get away from the office and the busy monotony and go out into the wide, open out-of-doors. It was good also to meet a real nobleman, even if it were only in passing, and on business. She decided not to tell her mother and the children of her outing yet, not until she was sure there were to be results. Besides, it might only worry her mother the more and give her a sleepless night if she let out the secret about the barn. One more little touch of pleasantness there came to make this day stand out from others as beautiful. It was when she THE ENCHANTED BARN 35 turned into Chapel Street, and was swinging along rapidly in order to get home at her usual time and not alarm he* mother, that a car rolled quickly past to the middle of the block, and stopped just under a street-light. In a moment more a lady came out of the door of a house, entered the ear, and was driven away. As she closed the car-door, Shirley fancied she saw something drop from the lady's hand. When Shirley reached the place she found it waa two great, luscious pink rosebuds that must have slipped from the lady's corsage and fallen on the pavement. Shirley picked them up almost reverently, inhaling their exotic breath, and taking in theil delicate curves and texture. Then she looked after the limousine. It was three blocks away and just turning into- another street. It would be impossible for her to overtake it, and there was little likelihood of the lady's returning for two roses. Probably she would never miss them. Shirley turned toward the house, thinking she ought to take them in, but discovered that it bore the name of a fashionable modiste, who would, of course, not have any right to the roses, and Shirley's conscience decided they were meant by Providence for her. So, happily, she hurried on to the little brick house, bearing the wonderful flowers to her mother. She hurried so fast that she reached home ten minutes earlier than usual, and they all gathered around her eagerly as if it were some great event, the mother calling half fear- fully from her bedroom up-stairs to know whether anything had happened. She was always expecting some new calamity like sickness, or the loss of their positions by one or the other of her children. " Nothing at all the matter, mother dear ! " called Shirley happily as she hung up her coat and hat, and hugged Doris. SO THE ENCHANTED BARN " I got off earlier than usual because Mr. Barnard had to go away. Just see what a beautiful thing I have brought you found it on the street, dropped by a beautiful lady. You needn't be afraid of them, for she and her limousine looked perfectly hygienic ; and it wasn't stealing, because I couldn't possibly have caught her. Aren't they lovely ? " By this time she was up in her mother's room, with Doris and Carol following close behind exclaiming in delight over the roses. She kissed her mother, and put the flowers into a glass beside the bed. " You're looking better to-night, I believe, dear," said the mother. " I've been worried about you all day. You were so white and tired this morning." " Oh, I'm feeling fine, mother dear ! " said Shirley gayly, " and I'm going down to make your toast and poach you an egg while Carol finishes getting supper. Greorge will be here in ten minutes now, and Harley ought to be in any minute. He always comes when he gets hungry. My! I'm hungry myself ! Let's hurry, Carol. Doris, darling, you fix mother's little table all ready for her tray. Put on the white cloth, take away the books, set the glass with the roses in the middle very carefully. You won't spill it, will you, darling ? " Doris, all smiles at the responsibility accorded her, prom- ised: " No, I yun't spill it I'll move it tarefully." There was something in Shirley's buoyant air that night that lifted them all above the cares that had oppressed them for weeks, and gave them new hope. She flew around, getting the supper things together, making her mother's tray pretty, -and taking little extra pains for each one as she had not felt able to do before. Carol caught the contagion, and mashed THE ENCHANTED BARN S> the potatoes more carefully, so that there wasn't a single lump in them. " Goodness ! But it's been hot in this kitchen all day, Shirley/' said Carol. " I had the back door open, but it just seemed stifling. I got the ironing all done except a table- cloth, and I guess I can finish that this evening. I haven'fc got much studying to do for to-morrow. Nellie Waite stopped^ and left me my books. I don't believe I'll have to stay at home another day this week. Mother says she can get along. I can leave her lunch all ready, and Doris can manage." Shirley's conscience gave a sudden twinge. Here had she been sitting under a lovely tree by a brook, eating her lunch and dreaming foolish day-dreams about living in a barn, while Carol stayed at home from school and toiled in the kitchen! Perhaps she ought to have come home and sent Carol back to school. And yet perhaps that nice young Mr. Graham would be able to do something ; she would not condemn herself until the morrow, anyway. She had tried to do her best. She had not gone off there selfishly just to have & good time by herself when her dear ones were suffering. It had been for their sake. Then George came in whistling, and Harley banged in gayly a minute later, calling to know whether supper waa ready. "'Cause I gotta date with the fellas this evening, and I gotta beat it," he declared impatiently. The shadow of anxiety passed over Shirley's face again at that, but she quieted her heart once more with her hopes for to-morrow. If her plan succeeded, Harley would be away from " the fellas," and wouldn't have so many questionable " dates * to worry them all. 38 THE ENCHANTED BARN George was in a hurry, too. " Gee, Shirley, I gotta be at the store all evening," he said, bolting his food hurriedly. " I wouldn't 'a' come home, only I knew you'd worry, and mother gets so upset. Gee, Shirley, what we gonta do about a house ? It's getting almost time to move. I went to all those places you suggested at noon to-day, but there wasn't a vacant spot anywhere. There's some rooms on Louden Street, but there's all sorts in the house. Mother wouldn't like it. It's dirty besides. I suppose if we look long enough we could find rooms ; but we'd have to get along with only two or three, for they come awful high. We'd have to have three anyway, you girls and mother in one, us boys in the other, and one for parlor and kitchen together. Gee ! Wouldn't that be fierce ? I oughtta get a better job. We can't live that way." "Don't worry, George; I think we'll find something bet- ter," said Shirley with a hopeful ring in her voice. " I've been thinking out a plan. I haven't got it all just arranged in my mind yet, but I'll tell you about it pretty soon. You don't have school to-morrow night, do you? No, I thought not. Well, maybe we can talk it over then. You and I will have to go out together and look up a place perhaps," and she smiled an encouraging smile, and sent him off to his school happily. She extracted a promise from Harley that he would be in by nine o'clock, discovered that he was only going to a "movie" show around the corner with one of the fellows who was going to " stand treat" on account of a wonderful ball game they had won, found out where his lessons were for the morrow, promised to help him when he returned, and sent him away with a feeling of comfort and responsibility to return early. She washed the dishes and ironed the table- THE ENCHANTED BARN 39 cloth so Carol could go to her lessons. Then she went up and put Doris to bed with a story about a little bird that built a nest in a tall, beautiful tree that grew beside the place where the little girl lived; a little bird that drank from a little running brook, and took a bath on its pebbly shore, and ate the crumbs and berries the little girl gave it, and sat all day on five little blue eggs. Harley came in at five minutes after nine, and did his lessons with her help. George came home just as they finished* He was whistling, though he looked tired. He said " the prof." had been "the limit" all the evening. Shirley fixed her mother comfortably for the night, and went at last to her own bed, more tired than she had been for weeks, and yet more happy. For through it all she had been sustained by a hope; inspired by a cultured, pleasant voice, and eyes that wanted to help, and seemed to understand. As she closed her eyes to sleep, somehow that pleasant voice and those kind eyes mingled with her dreams, and seemed to promise relief from her great anxieties. It was with a feeling of excitement and anticipation that she dressed the next morning and hurried away. Something was coming, she felt sure, some help for their trying situation. She had felt it when she knelt for her usual prayer that morn- ing, and it throbbed in her excited heart as she hurried through the streets to the office. It almost frightened her to feel so sure, for she knew how terrible would be the disappointment if she got her hopes too high. There was plenty to be done at the office, a great many letters to answer, and a telegram with directions from Mr. Barnard. But she worked with more ease than for some time, and w-i done by half-past eleven. When she took the letter* 40 THE ENCHANTED BARN out to Mr. Clegg to be signed, he told her that she would not be needed the rest of the day, and might go at once if she chose. She ate her bit of lunch hurriedly, and made herself as fresh and tidy as was possible in the office. Then she took her way to the fourth floor of the Ward Trust Building. With throbbing heart and glowing cheeks she entered the office of Walter Graham, and asked for Mr. Sidney Graham. The office-boy had evidently received instructions, for he bowed most respectfully this time, and led her at -once to the inner office. CHAPTER IV THE afternoon before, when Mr. Sidney Graham had re- turned to his office from seeing Shirley to the elevator, he stood several minutes looking thoughtfully at the chair where she had sat, while he carefully drew on his gloves. There had been something interesting and appealing in the spirited face of the girl, with her delicate features and wistful eyes. He could not seem to get away from it. It had left an impression of character and a struggle with forces of which in his sheltered life he had had only a vague conception. It had left him with the feeling that she was stronger in some ways than himself, and he did not exactly like the sensation of it. He had always aimed to be a strong character himself; and for a young man who had inherited two hundred and fifty thousand dollars on coming of age, and double that amount two years later, with the prospect of another goodly sum when his paternal grandfathers estate was divided, he had done very well indeed. He had stuck to business ever since leaving college, where he had been by no means a non- entity either in studies or in athletics; and he had not been spoiled by the adulation that a young man of his good looks and wealth and position always receives in society. He had taken society as a sort of duty, but had never given it an undue proportion of his tune and thoughts. Notably he was a young man of fine balance and strong self-control, not given to impulsive or erratic likes and dislikes; and he could not understand why a shabby little person with a lock of gold over one crimson cheek, and tired, discouraged lights in her had made so strong an impression upon him. 41 42 THE ENCHANTED BARN It had been his intention just before Shirley's arrival to leave the office at once and perhaps drop in on Miss Harriet Hale. If the hour seemed propitious, he would take her for a spin in his new racing-car that even now waited in the street below; but somehow suddenly his plan did not attract him deeply. He felt the need of being by himself. After a turn or two up and down his luxurious office he took the elevator down to the street floor, dismissed his chauffeur, and whirled off in his car, taking the opposite direction from that which would have taken him to the Hale residence. Harriet Hale was a very pretty girl with a brilliant mind and a royal fortune. She could entertain him and stimulate him tremen- dously, and sometimes he almost thought the attraction was strong enough to last him through life; but Harriet Hale would not be able to appreciate his present mood nor explain to him why the presence in his office for fifteen minutes of a nervy little stenographer who was willing to live in a barn ehould have made him so vaguely dissatisfied with himself. If he were to try to tell her about it, he felt sure he would meet with laughing taunts and brilliant sarcasm. She would never understand. He took little notice of where he was going, threading his way skilfully through the congested portion of the city and out into the comparatively empty highways, until at last he found himself in the suburbs. The name of the street as he slowed up at a grade crossing gave him an idea. Why shouldn't he take a run out and hunt up that barn for himself ? What had she said about it, where it was ? He consulted the memorandum he had written down for his father's edification. " Glenside Road, near Allister Avenue." He further searched his memory. "Big stone barn, wide approach like a grand THE ENCHANTED BARN 4f staircase, tall tree overhanging, brook." This surely ought to be enough to help him identify it. There surely were not a flock of stone barns in that neighborhood that would answer that description. He turned into Glenside Koad with satisfaction, and set a sharp watch for the names of the cross-avenues with a view to finding Allister Avenue, and once he stopped and asked a man in an empty milk-wagon whether he knew where Allister Avenue was, and was informed that it was " on a piece, about five miles." There was something interesting in hunting up his own strange barn, and he began to look about him and try to see things with the eyes of the girl who had just called upon him. Most of the fields were green with spring, and there was an air of things doing over them, as if growing were a business that one could watch, like house-cleaning and paper-hanging and painting. Graham had never noticed before that the great bare spring out-of-doors seemed to have a character all its own, and actually to have an attraction. A little later when the trees were out, and all the orchards in bloom, and the wild flowers blowing in the breeze, he could rave over- spring; but he had never seen the charm of its beginnings before. He wondered curiously over the fact of his keen appreciation now. The sky was all opalescent with lovely pastel colors along the horizon, and a few tall, lank trees had put on a soft gauze of green over their foreheads like frizzes, discernible only to a close observer. The air was getting chilly with approaching night, and the bees were no longer proclaiming with their hum the way to the skunk-cabbages; but a delicate perfume was in the air, and though perhaps Graham had never even 44 THE ENCHANTED BARN heard of skunk-cabbages, he drew in long breaths of sweetness, and let out his car over the smooth road with a keen delight. Behind a copse of fine old willows, age-tall and hoary with weather, their extremities just hinting of green, as they stood knee-deep in the brook on its way to a larger stream, he first caught sight of the old barn. He knew it at once by something indefinable. Its sub- stantial stone spaciousness, its mossy roof, its arching tree, and the brook that backed away from the wading willows, up the hillside, under the rail fence, and ran around its side, all were unmistakable. He could see it just as the girl had seen it, and something in him responded to her longing to live there and make it into a home. Perhaps he was a dreamer, even as she, although he passed in the world of business for a practical young man. But anyhow he slowed his car down and looked at the place intently as he passed by. He was convinced that this was the place. He did not need to go on and find Allister Avenue though he did, and then turned back again, stopping by the roadside. He got out of the car, looking all the time at the barn and seeing it in the light of the girl's eyes. As he walked up the grassy slope to the front doors, he had some conception of what it must be to live so that this would seem grand as a home. And he showed he was not spoiled by his life in the lap of luxury, for he was able to get a glimpse of the grandeur of the spot and the dignity of the building with its long simple lines and rough old stones. The sun was just going down as he stood there looking up. It touched the stones, and turned them into jewelled settings, glorifying the old structure into a palace. The evening was sweet with the voices of birds not far away. One above the rest, clear and occasional, high in the elm-tree over the barn, THE ENCHANTED BARN 45 a wood-thrush spilling its silver notes down to the brook that echoed them back in a lilt The young man took off his hat and stood in the evening air, listening and looking. He could see the poetry of it, and somehow he could see the girl's face as if she stood there beside him, her wonderful eyes lighted as they had been when she told him how beautiful it was there. She was right. It was beautiful, and it was a lovely soul that could see it and feel what a home this would make in spite of the ignominy of its being nothing but a barn. Some dim memory, some faint remembrance, of a stable long ago, and the glory of it, hovered on the horizon of his mind; but his education had not been along religious lines, and he did not put the thing into a definite thought. It was just a kind of sensing of a great fact of the universe which he perhaps might have understood in a former existence. Then he turned to the building itself. He was practical, after all, even if he was a dreamer. He tried the big padlock. How did they get into this thing ? How had the girl got in ? Should he be obliged to break into his own barn? He walked down the slope, around to the back, and found the entrance close to the ladder ; but the place was quite dark within the great stone walls, and he peered into the gloomy basement with disgust at the dirt and murk. Only here and there, where a crack looked toward the setting sun, a bright needle of light sent a shaft through to let one see the inky shadows. He was half turning back, but reflected that the girl had said she went up a ladder to the middle floor. If she had gone, surely he could. Again that sense that she was stronger than he rebuked him. He got out his pocket flash- light and stepped within the gloom determinedly. Holding the flash-light above his head, he surveyed his property disap- 46 THE ENCHANTED BARN provingly; then with the light in his hand he climbed ID a gingerly way up the dusty rounds to the middle floor. As he stood alone in the dusky shadows of the big barn, with the blackness of the hay-loft overhead, the darkness pierced only by the keen blade of the flash-light and a few feebler darts from the sinking sun, the poetry suddenly left the old barn, and a shudder ran through him. To think of trying to live here ! How horrible ! Yet still that same feeling that the girl had more nerve than he had forced him to walk the length and breadth of the floor, peering carefully into the dark corners and acquainting himself fully with the bare, big place; and also to climb part V^ay up the ladder to the loft and send his flash-light searching through its dusty hay-strewn recesses. With a feeling utterly at variance with the place he turned away in disgust, and made his way down the ladders again, out into the sunset. In that short time the evening had arrived. The sky had flung out banners and pennants, pencilled by a fringe of fine saplings like slender brown threads against the sky. The earth was sinking into dusk, and off by the brook the frogs were tinkling like tiny answering silver rattles. The smell of earth and growing stole upon his senses, and even as he gazed about him a single star burned into being in the clear ether above him. The birds were still now, and the frogs with the brook for accompaniment held the stage. Once more the charm of the place stole over him; and he stood with hat removed, and wondered no longer that the girl was willing to live here. A conviction grew within him that somehow he must make it possible for her to do so, that things would not be right and as they ought to be unless he did. In fact, he THE ENCHANTED BARN 47 had a curiosity to have her do it and see whether it pould be done. He went slowly down to his car at last with lingering backward looks. The beauty of the situation was undoubted, and called for admiration. It was too bad that only a barn should occupy it. He would like to see a fine house reared upon it. But somehow in his heart he was glad that it was not a fine house standing there against the evening sky, and that it was possible for him to let the girl try her experiment of living there. Was it possible ? Could there be any mistake ? Could it be that he had not found the right barn, after all? He must make sure, of course. But still he turned his car toward home, feeling reasonably sure that he had found the right spot ; and, as he drove swiftly back along the way, he was thinking, and all his thoughts were woven with the softness of the spring evening and permeated with its sounds. He seemed to be in touch with nature as he had never been before. At dinner that night he asked his father : " Did Grandfather Graham ever live out on the old Glen- ;ide Road, father?" A pleasant twinkle came in the elder Graham's eyes. " Sure ! " he said. " Lived there myself when I was five years old, before the old man got to speculating and made his pile, and we got too grand to stay in a farmhouse. I can remember rolling down a hill under a great big tree, and your Uncle Billy pushing me into the brook that ran at the foot. We boys used to wade in that brook, and build dams v and catch little minnows, and sail boats. It was great sport I used to go back holidays now and then after I got old enough Co go away to school. We were living in town then. 48 THE ENCHANTED BARN but I used to like to go out and stay at the farmhouse. It was rented to a queer old dick; but his wife was a good sort, and made the buliiest apple turnovers for us boys and dough- nuts! The old farmhouse burned down a year or so ago. But the barn is still standing. I can remember how proud your grandfather was of that barn. It was finer than any barn around, and bigger. We boys used to go up in the loft, and tumble in the hay; and once when I was a little kid I got lost in the hay, and Billy had to dig me out. I can remember how scared I was when I thought I might have to stay there forever, and have nothing to eat." " Say, father," said the son, leaning forward eagerly, "Pve a notion I'd like to have that old place in my share. Do you think it could be arranged? The boys won't care, I'm sure ; they're always more for the town than the country." " Why, yes, I guess that could be fixed up. You just see Mr. Dalrymple about it. He'll fix it up. Billy's boy got that place up river, you know. Just see the lawyer, and he'll fix it up. No reason in the world why you shouldn't have the old place if you care for it. Not much in it for money, though, I guess. They tell me property's way down out that direction now.'' The talk passed to other matters, and Sidney Graham said nothing about his caller of the afternoon, nor of the trip he had taken out to see the old barn. Instead, he took his father'^ advice, and saw the family lawyer, Mr. Dalrymple, the first thing in the morning. It was all arranged in a few minutes. Mr. Dalrymple called up the other heirs and the children's guardian. An office- boy hurried out with some papers, and carne back with the signatures of heirs and guardians, who happened all to be THE ENCHANTED BARN 49 within reach; and presently the control of the old farm was formally put into the hands of Mr. Sidney Graham, he having signed certain papers agreeing to take this as such and such portion of his right in the whole estate. It had been a simple matter ; and yet, when at about half- past eleven o'clock Mr. Dalrymple's stenographer laid a folded paper quietly on Sidney Graham's desk and silently left the room, he reached out and touched it with more satisfaction ihan he had felt in any acquisition in a long time, not except- ing his last racing-car. It was not the value the paper repre- sented, however, that pleased him, but the fact that he would now be able to do as he pleased concerning the prospective tenant for the place, and follow out a curious and interesting experiment. He wanted to study this girl and see whether she really had the nerve to go and live in a barn a girl with a face like that to live in a barn ! He wanted to see what man- ner of girl she was, and to have the right to watch her for a little space. It is true that the morning light might present her in a very different aspect from that in which she had appeared the evening before, and he mentally reserved the right to turn her down completely if she showed the least sign of not being all that he had thought her. At the same time, he intended to be entirely sure. He would not turn her away without a thorough investigation. Graham had been greatly interested in the study of social science when in college, and human nature interested him at all times. He could not but admit to himself that this girl had taken a most unusual hold upon his thoughts. CHAPTER V As the morning passed on and it drew near to the noofl hour Sidney Graham found himself almost excited over the prospect of the girl's coming. Such foolish fancies as a featf lest she might have given up the idea and would not come at all presented themselves to his distraught brain, which refused to go on its well-ordered way, but kept reverting to the ex* pected caller and what he should say to her. When at las? she was announced, he drew back his chair from the desk^ and prepared to meet her with a strange tremor in his whol* bearing. It annoyed him, and brought almost a frown of sternness to his fine features. It seemed not quite in keeping with his dignity as junior member of his father's firm that he should be so childish over a simple matter like this, and he began to doubt whether, after all, he might not be doing * most unwise and irregular thing in having anything at all te do with this girl's preposterous proposition. Then Shirle^ entered the office, looked eagerly into his eyes ; and he straight' way forgot all his reasoning. He met her with a smile thai seemed to reassure her, for she drew in her breath half relieved, and smiled shyly back. She was wearing a little old crepe de chine waist that she had dyed a real apple-blossom pink in the wash-bowl with a bit of pink crepe-paper and a kettle of boiling water. The collar showed neatly over the shabby dark-blue coat, and seemed to reflect apple-blossom tints in her pale cheeks. There was something sky-like in the tint of her eyes that gave the young man a sense of spring fitness as he looked at her contentedly. He was conscious of gladness that she looked aa 50 THE ENCHANTED BARN 51 good to him in the broad day as in the dusk of evening. There was still that spirited lift of her chin, that firm set of the Bweet lips, that gave a conviction of strength and nerve. He reflected that he had seldom seen it in the girls of his ac- quaintance. Was it possible that poverty and privation and Mg responsibility made it, or was it just innate ? "You you have found out?" she asked breathlessly as she sat down on the edge of the chair, her whole body tense with eagerness. "Sure! It's all right," he said smilingly. "You can rent it if you wish." "And the price ? " It was evident the strain was intense. " Why, the price will be all right, I'm sure. It really isn't worth what you mentioned at all. It's only a barn, you know. We couldn't think of taking more than ten dollars a month, if we took that. I must look it over again; but it won't be more than ten dollars, and it may be less." Young Graham wore his most businesslike tone to say this, and his eyes were on the paper-knife wherewith he was mutilating his nice clean blotter pad on the desk. " Oh ! " breathed Shirley, the color almost leaving her face entirely with the relief of his words. " Oh, really ? " "And you haven't lost your nerve about living away out there in the country in a great empty barn ? " he asked quickly to cover her embarrassment and his own, too, perhaps. " Oh, no ! " said Shirley with a smile that showed a dimple in one cheek, and the star sparks in her eyes. " Oh, no ! It is a lovely barn, and it won't be empty when we all get into it." "Are there many of you ? " he asked interestedly. Already the conversation was taking on a slightly personal tinge, but neither of them was at all aware of it. 5* THE ENCHANTED BARN " Two brothers and two sisters and mother," said the girl ahjrly. She was so full of delight over finding that she could rent the barn that she hardly knew what she was answering. She was unconscious of the fact that she had in a way taken this strange young man into her confidence by her shy, sweet tone and manner. " Your mother approves of your plan ? " he asked. " She doesn't object to the country ? " " Oh, I haven't told her yet," said Shirley. I don't know that I shall; for she has been quite sick, and she trusts me entirely. She loves the country, and it will be wonderful to her to get out there. She might not like the idea of a barn befoiehand; but she has never seen the barn, you know, and, besides, it won't look like a barn inside when I get it fixed up. I must talk it over with George and Carol, but I don't think I shall tell her at all till we take her out there and sur- prise her. I'll tell her I've found a place that I think she will like, and ask her if I may keep it a surprise. She'll be willing, and she'll be pleased, I know!" Her eyes were smiling happily, dreamily ; the dreamer was uppermost in her face now, and made it lovely ; then a sudden cloud came, and the strong look returned, with courage to meet a storm. " But, anyhow/' she finished after a pause, " we have to