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〃What is the matter； Sara？〃 I asked。
〃I hate to hear them talking like that about Miss Reade and Mr。 Dale；〃 she answered vehemently。 〃It's really all so beautiful but they make it seem silly and absurd； somehow。〃
〃You might tell me all about it； Sara；〃 I insinuated。 〃I wouldn't telland I'd understand。〃
〃Yes； I think you would；〃 she said thoughtfully。 〃But I can't tell it even to you because I can't tell it well enough yet。 I've a feeling that there's only one way to tell itand I don't know the way yet。 Some day I'll know itand then I'll tell you； Bev。〃
Long； long after she kept her word。 Forty years later I wrote to her； across the leagues of land and sea that divided us； and told her that Jasper Dale was dead； and I reminded her of her old promise and asked its fulfilment。 In reply she sent me the written love story of Jasper Dale and Alice Reade。 Now； when Alice sleeps under the whispering elms of the old Carlisle churchyard； beside the husband of her youth； that story may be given； in all its old…time sweetness； to the world。
CHAPTER XXV
THE LOVE STORY OF THE AWKWARD MAN
（Written by the Story Girl）
Jasper Dale lived alone in the old homestead which he had named Golden Milestone。 In Carlisle this giving one's farm a name was looked upon as a piece of affectation； but if a place must be named why not give it a sensible name with some meaning to it？ Why Golden Milestone； when Pinewood or Hillslope or； if you wanted to be very fanciful； Ivy Lodge； might be had for the taking？
He had lived alone at Golden Milestone since his mother's death； he had been twenty then and he was close upon forty now； though he did not look it。 But neither could it be said that he looked young； he had never at any time looked young with common youth； there had always been something in his appearance that stamped him as different from the ordinary run of men； and； apart from his shyness； built up an intangible； invisible barrier between him and his kind。 He had lived all his life in Carlisle； and all the Carlisle people knew of or about himalthough they thought they knew everythingwas that he was painfully； abnormally shy。 He never went anywhere except to church； he never took part in Carlisle's simple social life； even with most men he was distant and reserved； as for women； he never spoke to or looked at them； if one spoke to him； even if she were a matronly old mother in Israel； he was at once in an agony of painful blushes。 He had no friends in the sense of companions； to all outward appearance his life was solitary and devoid of any human interest。
He had no housekeeper； but his old house； furnished as it had been in his mother's lifetime； was cleanly and daintily kept。 The quaint rooms were as free from dust and disorder as a woman could have had them。 This was known； because Jasper Dale occasionally had his hired man's wife； Mrs。 Griggs； in to scrub for him。 On the morning she was expected he betook himself to woods and fields； returning only at night…fall。 During his absence Mrs。 Griggs was frankly wont to explore the house from cellar to attic； and her report of its condition was always the same〃neat as wax。〃 To be sure； there was one room that was always locked against her； the west gable； looking out on the garden and the hill of pines beyond。 But Mrs。 Griggs knew that in the lifetime of Jasper Dale's mother it had been unfurnished。 She supposed it still remained so； and felt no especial curiosity concerning it； though she always tried the door。
Jasper Dale had a good farm； well cultivated； he had a large garden where he worked most of his spare time in summer； it was supposed that he read a great deal； since the postmistress declared that he was always getting books and magazines by mail。 He seemed well contented with his existence and people let him alone； since that was the greatest kindness they could do him。 It was unsupposable that he would ever marry； nobody ever had supposed it。
〃Jasper Dale never so much as THOUGHT about a woman；〃 Carlisle oracles declared。 Oracles； however； are not always to be trusted。
One day Mrs。 Griggs went away from the Dale place with a very curious story； which she diligently spread far and wide。 It made a good deal of talk； but people； although they listened eagerly； and wondered and questioned； were rather incredulous about it。 They thought Mrs。 Griggs must be drawing considerably upon her imagination； there were not lacking those who declared that she had invented the whole account； since her reputation for strict veracity was not wholly unquestioned。
Mrs。 Griggs's story was as follows：
One day she found the door of the west gable unlocked。 She went in； expecting to see bare walls and a collection of odds and ends。 Instead she found herself in a finely furnished room。 Delicate lace curtains hung before the small； square； broad…silled windows。 The walls were adorned with pictures in much finer taste than Mrs。 Griggs could appreciate。 There was a bookcase between the windows filled with choicely bound books。 Beside it stood a little table with a very dainty work…basket on it。 By the basket Mrs。 Griggs saw a pair of tiny scissors and a silver thimble。 A wicker rocker； comfortable with silk cushions； was near it。 Above the bookcase a woman's picture hunga water…colour； if Mrs。 Griggs had but known itrepresenting a pale； very sweet face； with large； dark eyes and a wistful expression under loose masses of black； lustrous hair。 Just beneath the picture； on the top shelf of the bookcase； was a vaseful of flowers。 Another vaseful stood on the table beside the basket。
All this was astonishing enough。 But what puzzled Mrs。 Griggs completely was the fact that a woman's dress was hanging over a chair before the mirrora pale blue； silken affair。 And on the floor beside it were two little blue satin slippers！
Good Mrs。 Griggs did not leave the room until she had thoroughly explored it； even to shaking out the blue dress and discovering it to be a tea…gownwrapper； she called it。 But she found nothing to throw any light on the mystery。 The fact that the simple name 〃Alice〃 was written on the fly…leaves of all the books only deepened it； for it was a name unknown in the Dale family。 In this puzzled state she was obliged to depart； nor did she ever find the door unlocked again； and； discovering that people thought she was romancing when she talked about the mysterious west gable at Golden Milestone； she indignantly held her peace concerning the whole affair。
But Mrs。 Griggs had told no more than the simple truth。 Jasper Dale； under all his shyness and aloofness； possessed a nature full of delicate romance and poesy； which； denied expression in the common ways of life； bloomed out in the realm of fancy and imagination。 Left alone； just when the boy's nature was deepening into the man's； he turned to this ideal kingdom for all he believed the real world could never give him。 Lovea strange； almost mystical loveplayed its part here for him。 He shadowed forth to himself the vision of a woman； loving and beloved； he cherished it until it became almost as real to him as his own personality and he gave this dream woman the name he liked best Alice。 In fancy he walked and talked with her； spoke words of love to her； and heard words of love in return。 When he came from work at the close of day she met him at his threshold in the twilight a strange； fair； starry shape； as elusive and spiritual as a blossom reflected in a pool by moonlightwith welcome on her lips and in her eyes。
One day； when he was in Charlottetown on business； he had been struck by a picture in the window of a store。 It was strangely like the woman of his dream love。 He went in； awkward and embarrassed； and bought it。 When he took it home he did not know where to put it。 It was out of place among the dim old engravings of bewigged portraits and conventional landscapes on the walls of Golden Milestone。 As he pondered the matter in his garden that evening he had an inspiration。 The sunset； flaming on the windows of the west gable； kindled them into burning rose。 Amid the splendour he fancied Alice's fair face peeping archly down at him from the room。 The in
