"
She clapped her hands and laughed. "Oh, Troubadour, recite your soul to
me!"
"What did you say, ma'm?"
"Oh, nothing." She pointed and Jim saw Tom and Lou enter the vine-hung
gulch leading to the place where corn had been ground at night.
CHAPTER VIII.
THE SPIRIT THAT PLAYED WITH HER.
"This looks like the scenery in a theatre," said Tom, as slowly they
walked up the gulch. She asked him what he meant and he explained as
best he could the nature of a play-house, where to sweet music and amid
flowers the hero told the heroine that he would die for her. She replied
that it must be pretty, but that a book which she had read told her that
it was wrong to go to such a place. In this book there was a girl, and
one night she went with a young man to a theatre and when she came back
her mother was dead. Tom suggested that possibly the old lady might have
died anyway, but Lou shook her wavy hair till all sorts of witcheries
fell out of it.
"No, she died because the girl went, and I have thought I'd be afraid to
go as long as my mother was alive.
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