Dorothy Dale's Camping Days by Margaret Penrose
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wrote the letter to Tavia. I found a part of it. She never told me,
but it blew open at--my very feet. And that name was on the piece of paper!" "Tavia know that--loon!" Ned exclaimed. "We all knew him--if he is the same one," declared Cologne, for Dorothy was too agitated to speak. "We happened to get in trouble with a hay wagon, and an old team of horses, and he helped us out. Come to think of it he did act queer!" "And he is around here--now?" asked Nat. "Yes, I saw some one the other day whom I am sure could be no one else. He had the most peculiar walk. Did you see him in Dalton, Nat?" "I was just going to tell you that while we were in the plumbing shop a fellow sauntered by. He wore a hat--like a cowboy, and otherwise looked queer. Well, when the plumber sighted him he rushed to the 'phone and called up the only officer in Dalton--Tavia's father, and told him the lunatic was just sauntering down the road. But from last accounts he was still sauntering--the squire didn't overhaul him." "And likely he was just wise enough to get far away," commented Ned. "Now why on earth would Tavia have anything to do with a specimen of that kind?" "It would be impossible to guess to what trick he might resort in order to get Tavia to meet him, or to even become interested in his stage schemes. You know Tavia has a very pardonable weakness for |
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