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Africa's just full of lions! Mother and Father only smiled again, much to Aunt Mary Maria's disapproval. Impatience in children should never be condoned. Gingerbread and whipped cream was Jem's favourite dessert. But tonight it had no charm to soothe his stormy soul.

He got up and marched away from the table, turning at the door to hurl a final defiance. And when I'm grown up I'm never going to bed. I'm going to stay up all night. I'm just going to be as bad as bad can be. But if Mary Maria Blythe was going to get away with that, she, Susan would know the reason why. He was here all the afternoon and sneaked into the kitchen and took the best aluminum saucepan to use as a helmet.

Said they were playing soldiers. Then they made boats out of shingles and got soaked to the bone sailing them in the Hollow brook. And after that they went hopping about the yard for a solid hour, making the weirdest noises, pretending they were frogs.

No wonder Little Jem is tired out and not himself. He is the best-behaved child that ever lived when he is not worn to a frazzle, and that you may tie to. Aunt Mary Maria said nothing aggravatingly. She never talked to Susan Baker at meal-times, thus expressing her disapproval over Susan being allowed to "sit with the family" at all. Anne and Susan had thrashed that out before Aunt Mary Maria had come. Susan, who "knew her place," never sat or expected to sit with the family when there was company at Ingleside.

In the end Susan gave in, not without a secret satisfaction that Mary Maria Blythe would see that she was no common hired girl.

Susan had never met Aunt Mary Maria, but a niece of Susan's, the daughter of her sister Matilda, had worked for her in Charlottetown and had told Susan all about her.

But as for a few weeks. But she is finding it very big and lonely. Her mother died two years ago, you know. Let's make her visit as pleasant as we can, Susan. Of course we must put another board in the table, but after all is said and done it is better to be lengthening the table than shortening it down. And pepper makes her sneeze, so we'd better not have it. She is subject to frequent bad headaches, too, so we must really try not to be noisy.

Well, I have never noticed you and the doctor making much noise. And if I want to yell I can go to the middle of the maple bush; but if our poor children have to keep quiet all the time because of Mary Maria Blythe's headaches. So Aunt Mary Maria came, demanding immediately upon her arrival if they had had the chimneys cleaned recently. She had, it appeared, a great dread of fire.

I hope my bed has been well aired, Annie. Damp bed linen is terrible. She took possession of the Ingleside guest-room. Nobody hailed her arrival with frantic delight. Jem, after one look at her, slipped out to the kitchen and whispered to Susan, "Can we laugh while she's here, Susan? The twins did not wait to be hustled but ran of their own accord. Even the Shrimp, Susan averred went and had a fit in the back yard. Only Shirley stood his ground, gazing fearlessly at her out of his round brown eyes from the safe anchorage of Susan's lap and arm.

Aunt Mary Maria thought the Ingleside children had very bad manners. But what could you expect when they had a mother who "wrote for the papers" and a father who thought they were perfection just because they were his children, and a hired girl like Susan Baker who never knew her place? It will be a better example to your family. Susan privately agreed with her niece's description of Mary Maria Blythe.

Not an unpleasant odour. And yet, to anyone less prejudiced than Susan Miss Mary Maria Blythe was not ill-looking for a lady of fifty-five. She had what she believed were "aristocratic features," framed by always sleek grey crimps which seemed to insult daily Susan's spiky little knob of grey hair. She dressed very nicely, wore long jet earrings in her ears and fashionably high-boned net collars on her lean throat.

But what Aunt Mary Maria would have thought if she had known Susan was consoling herself on such grounds must be left to the imagination. Anne was cutting a vaseful of June lilies for her room and another of Susan's peonies for Gilbert's desk in the library. The air was coming alive after the unusually hot June day and one could hardly tell whether the harbour were silver or gold.

Look at that enormous white cloud towering up over the Hollow, with its rosy-pink top. Wouldn't you like to fly up and light on it? Susan had a vision of herself flying up over the glen, dishcloth in hand, to that cloud. It did not appeal to her. But allowances must be made for Mrs. I'd like to do it tonight. Things are growing tonight. I hope there'll be gardens in heaven, Susan. But a completed garden wouldn't really be any fun, Susan.

You have to work in a garden yourself or you miss its meaning. I want to weed and dig and transplant and change and plan and prune. And I want the flowers I love in heaven. I'd rather my own pansies than the asphodel, Susan.

He is going to see poor old Mrs. I think I will take a walk down to the village myself and replenish our pantry after I put the twins and Shirley to bed and manure Mrs. She isn't blooming as she ought to. Miss Blythe has just gone upstairs, sighing at every step, saying one of her headaches is coming on, so there will be a little peace and quiet for the evening at least.

And he never wants to go to bed. Walter is not coming home tonight, Leslie asked if he might stay there. Jem was sitting on the steps of the side door, one bare foot hooked over his knee, scowling viciously at things in general and at an enormous moon behind the Glen church spire in particular.

Jem didn't like such big moons. Jem scowled more blackly than ever. He didn't care if his face did freeze like that. He hoped it would. But before she trotted off she laid down on the step beside him the red candy lion she had brought out to him. He felt more abused than ever.

He wasn't being used right. Everybody picked on him. Hadn't Nan that very morning said, "You weren't born at Ingleside like the rest of us. Even Walter had deserted him, going away to dig wells in the sand with Ken and Persis Ford.

And he wanted so much to go with Bertie to see the tattooing. Jem was sure he had never wanted anything so much in his life before. He wanted to see the wonderful, full-rigged ship that Bertie said was always on Captain Bill's mantelpiece.

It was a mean shame, that's what it was. Susan brought him out a big slice of cake covered with maple frosting and nuts, but, "No, thank you," said Jem stonily.

Why hadn't she saved some of the gingerbread and cream for him? S'pose the rest of them had et it all. He plunged into a deeper gulf of gloom.

The gang would be on their way to the Harbour Mouth by now. He just couldn't bear the thought. He'd got to do something to get square with folks.

S'posin' he sliced Di's sawdust giraffe open on the living-room rug? That would make old Susan mad. Susan with her nuts, when she knew he hated nuts in frosting. S'posin' he went and drew a moustache on that picture of the cherub on the calendar in her room?

He had always hated that fat, pink, smiling cherub because it looked just like Sissy Flagg who had told round school that Jem Blythe was her beau. But Susan thought that cherub lovely.

S'posin' he scalped Nan's doll? S'posin' he whacked the nose off Gog or Magog. Maybe that would make Mother see he wasn't a baby any longer. Just wait till next spring! He had brought her mayflowers for years and years and years. S'posin' he et a lot of the little green apples on the early tree and got nice and sick? Maybe that would scare them. S'posin' he never washed behind his ears again? S'posin' he made faces at everybody in church next Sunday?

S'posin' he put a caterpillar on Aunt Mary Maria. S'posin' he ran away to the harbour and hid in Captain David Reese's ship and sailed out of the harbour in the morning on his way to South America?

Would they be sorry then? S'posin' he never came back? S'posin' he went hunting jaggers in Brazil? No, he bet they wouldn't. There was a hole in his pants pocket. Nobody had mended it. Well, he didn't care. He'd just show that hole to everybody in the Glen and let people see how neglected he was. His wrongs surged up and overwhelmed him. Generally Jem loved it.

It seemed to be laughing at him. The other fellows can go to the Harbour Mouth but you go to bed. I'm going to go and jump into the pond, old Susan Baker. Susan did not enjoy being called old, even by Little Jem. She stalked away in a grim silence. He did need a bit of disciplining. The Shrimp, who had followed her out, feeling a yearning for companionship, squatted down on his black haunches before Jem, but got only a glare for his pains. Sitting there on your bottom, staring like Aunt Mary Maria!

Oh, you won't, won't you! Jem shied Shirley's little tin wheelbarrow that was lying handily near, and the Shrimp fled with a plaintive yowl to the sanctuary of the sweetbriar hedge. Even the family cat hated him! What was the use of going on living? He picked up the candy lion. Nan had eaten the tail and most of the hindquarters but it was still quite a lion. Might as well eat it. It might be the last lion he'd ever eat.

By the time Jem had finished the lion and licked his fingers he had made up his mind what he was going to do. It was the only thing a fellow could do when a fellow wasn't allowed to do anything. But there was no company visible when Anne hurried into the house.

Nor was anyone else visible. There was a light in the kitchen. Evidently something dreadful had happened and there was no time to be wasted in explanations. Anne was used to this. With a philosophical shrug she removed her hat and coat. She felt a trifle annoyed with Susan, who really shouldn't have gone out and left all the lights blazing and all the doors wide open. Anne stared at Susan. I was back before dark. I was not scared. I have searched every room in the house.

He wouldn't do that, Susan. You have worked yourself up unnecessarily. He must be somewhere about. I have combed the grounds and the outhouses. Look at my dress. I remembered he always said it would be such fun to sleep in the hay-loft. So I went there. It is a mercy I did not break a leg. He has never disobeyed a command before, but. I rushed down to Drews' after I had searched everywhere and Bertie Shakespeare had just got home.

He said Jem had not gone with them. The pit seemed to drop out of my stomach. You had trusted him to me and. I phoned Paxtons' and they said you had been there and gone they did not know where.

Then I went back to the village. Oh, what I have gone through this night! And he said he was going to jump into the pond. In spite of herself a queer little shiver ran over Anne. Of course Jem wouldn't jump into the pond. All at once her fear took terrible shape. Anne had gone to search the house for herself. Jem must be somewhere! He was not in his room. He was not in the twins' room. Anne, after a pilgrimage from garret to cellar, returned to the living-room in a condition that was suddenly akin to panic.

Little Jack MacGregor was drowned in a rainwater hogshead in town last year. I looked there," said Susan, with another wring of her hands. I took a stick. Anne's heart, which had stood still at Aunt Mary Maria's question, resumed operations. Susan gathered herself together and stopped wringing her hands. She had remembered too late that Mrs. He cannot have dissolved into thin air. Susan had looked in the coal-bin but nobody had thought of the clock.

It was quite big enough for a small boy to hide in. Anne, not considering the absurdity of supposing that Jem would crouch there for four hours, rushed to it. But Jem was not in the clock. It was a sign. You'd better nerve yourself to bear the worst, Annie.

He may have wandered into the marsh. It's a pity we haven't a few bloodhounds. If we had Gilbert's old setter Rex, who got poisoned, he would soon find Jem. I feel sure we are all alarming ourselves for nothing.

Well, if he was, it was only his skeleton. This is no laughing matter, Annie. I don't know how you can take it so calmly. She was to hate herself all her days for showing such weakness before Mary Maria Blythe, but she could not help it. Two hours of terrified searching and distorted imaginations had made Susan a wreck. Aunt Mary Maria stalked to the telephone and took down the receiver, her crimpers making a horned silhouette on the wall which, Susan reflected, in spite of her anguish, looked like the old Nick himself.

They are going to drag the pond. I'm not going to faint, Susan," said Anne through white lips. We must find Gilbert. I cannot sit still and wait. There is a heavy dew and the air is damp. I will get your red one.

Wait you here till I bring it. A few moments later something that could only be described as a shriek echoed through Ingleside. Anne and Aunt Mary Maria rushed upstairs, where they found Susan laughing and crying in the hall, nearer to hysterics than Susan Baker had ever been in her life or ever would be again. Little Jem is there. I never looked there. Anne, weak with relief and joy, got herself into the room and dropped on her knees by the window-seat.

In a little while she and Susan would be laughing over their own foolishness, but now there could be only tears of thankfulness.

Little Jem was sound asleep on the window-seat, with an afghan pulled over him, his battered Teddy Bear in his little sunburned hands, and a forgiving Shrimp stretched across his legs. His red curls fell over the cushion. He seemed to be having a pleasant dream and Anne did not mean to waken him. But suddenly he opened his eyes that were like hazel stars and looked at her.

It was so lonesome I just had to go to bed. Mother was lifting him in her arms. It was so nice to be kissed. Who cared about seeing an old snake tattooed, anyhow? Mother was so nice. Everybody in the Glen called Bertie Shakespeare's mother "Mrs. Second Skimmings" because she was so mean, and he knew. You can depend on me. But there was some shrewish relief in her tone.

Susan, please phone Mr. Flagg that we've found Jem. And don't you think we might have a chicken dinner tomorrow, Mrs. Just by way of a little celebration, so to speak. And Little Jem shall have his favourite muffins for breakfast.

There was another telephone call. Anne bent from her window for a thankful goodnight look at the world before going to bed. A cool wind was blowing in from the sea. A sort of moonlit rapture was running through the trees in the Hollow. Anne could even laugh. Her child was safe. Gilbert was somewhere battling to save another child's life. Dear God, help him and help the mother. We need so much help, with the little sensitive, loving hearts and minds that look to us for guidance and love and understanding.

The friendly enfolding night took possession of Ingleside, and everybody, even Susan. What one doesn't think of the others do. Big, sonsy, jolly Mrs. Parker smiled expansively at Walter. He wasn't altogether sure he liked Mrs. Parker in spite of her smiles and jollity. There was too much of her, somehow. Parker he did like. As for "our four" and the niece and nephew from Montreal, Walter had never seen any of them. Lowbridge, where the Parkers lived, was six miles from the Glen and Walter had never been there, though Dr.

Blythe visited back and forth frequently. Parker and Dad were great friends, though Walter had a feeling now and again that Mother could have got along very well without Mrs.

Even at six, Walter, as Anne realized, could see things that other children could not. Walter was not sure, either, that he really wanted to go to Lowbridge. Some visits were splendid. A trip to Avonlea now. And a night spent with Kenneth Ford at the old House of Dreams was more fun still. But to go to Lowbridge for two whole weeks, among strangers, was a very different matter. However, it seemed to be a settled thing.

For some reason, which Walter felt but could not understand, Dad and Mummy were pleased over the arrangement. Did they want to get rid of all their children, Walter wondered, rather sadly and uneasily. Jem was away, having been taken to Avonlea two days ago, and he had heard Susan making mysterious remarks about "sending the twins to Mrs. Marshall Elliott when the time came. Aunt Mary Maria seemed very gloomy over something and had been known to say that she "wished it was all well over.

Walter had no idea. But there was something strange in the air at Ingleside. People do take such odd fancies, don't they? Well, perhaps now for at least two weeks I'll be able to go into the bathroom without tramping on a dead fish.

Did you ever step on a dead fish with your bare feet? Of course, if people will go about on bare feet. Since the truth must be told at all costs it must be admitted that the mistress and maid of Ingleside both giggled. So that was that. But Anne wondered to Gilbert that night if Walter would be quite happy at Lowbridge.

It will do him worlds of good to give and take with the Parker fry for a few days. He'll come home a different child.

Anne said nothing more. No doubt Gilbert was quite right. Walter was lonesome without Jem; and in view of what had happened when Shirley was born it would be just as well for Susan to have as little on her hands as possible beyond running the house and enduring Aunt Mary Maria.

Walter was lying awake in his bed trying to escape from the haunting thought that he was to go away next day by giving free rein to fancy. Walter had a very vivid imagination.

It was to him a great white charger, like the one in the picture on the wall, on which he could gallop backward or forward in time and space. The Night was coming down. Night, like a tall, dark, bat-winged angel who lived in Mr. Andrew Taylor's woods on the south hill. Sometimes Walter welcomed her. Walter dramatized and personified everything in his small world. They were all entities to Walter. Ingleside and the Hollow and the maple grove and the Marsh and the harbour shore were full of elves and kelpies and dryads and mermaids and goblins.

The black plaster-of-Paris cat on the library mantelpiece was a fairy witch. It came alive at night and prowled about the house, grown to enormous size. Walter ducked his head under the bedclothes and shivered.

He was always scaring himself with his own fancies. Perhaps Aunt Mary Maria was right when she said he was "far too nervous and high-strung," though Susan would never forgive her for it.

Perhaps Aunt Kitty MacGregor of the Upper Glen, who was reported to have "the second sight," was right when, having once taken a deep look into Walter's long-lashed, smoky grey eyes, she said he "did be having an old soul in a young body.

Walter was told in the morning that Dad would take him to Lowbridge after dinner. He said nothing, but during dinner a choky sensation came over him and he dropped his eyes quickly to hide a sudden mist of tears.

Not quickly enough, however. And you haven't eaten your meat. Parker will probably cure you of some of your notions. She was a Winter, I think. But the Winters and the Campbells are all tarred with the same brush and they don't put up with any nonsense. Walter's favourite Queen pudding. Anne felt miserably guilty. Gilbert had shot her a slightly reproachful glance as if to imply she might have been more patient with a poor lonely old lady.

Gilbert himself was feeling a bit seedy. The truth, as everyone knew, was that he had been terribly overworked all summer; and perhaps Aunt Mary Maria was more of a strain than he would admit. Anne made up her mind that in the fall, if all was well, she would pack him off willy-nilly for a month's snipe-shooting in Nova Scotia.

But it doesn't matter. Who cares whether a poor old woman gets her tea to her liking or not? Some folks, however, think I'm real good company. Whatever the connexion between Aunt Mary Maria's two sentences was, Anne felt she was beyond ferreting it out just then. She had turned very pale. She kissed Walter good-bye rather casually and hurriedly. Walter would not cry. Aunt Mary Maria kissed him on the forehead. Walter hated to be moistly kissed on the forehead.

Mind you ain't greedy. If you are, a Big Black Man will come along with a big black bag to pop naughty children into. It was perhaps as well that Gilbert had gone out to harness Grey Tom and did not hear this. He and Anne had always made a point of never frightening their children with such ideas or allowing anyone else to do it. Susan did hear it as she cleared the table and Aunt Mary Maria never knew what a narrow escape she had of having the gravy boat and its contents flung at her head.

Generally Walter enjoyed a drive with Dad. He loved beauty, and the roads around Glen St. The road to Lowbridge was a double ribbon of dancing buttercups, with here and there the ferny green rim of an inviting grove. But today Dad didn't seem to want to talk much and he drove Grey Tom as Walter never remembered seeing him driven before.

When they reached Lowbridge he said a few hurried words aside to Mrs. Parker and rushed out without bidding Walter good-bye. Walter had again hard work to keep from crying. It was only too plain that nobody loved him. Mother and Father used to, but they didn't any longer. The big, untidy Parker house at Lowbridge did not seem friendly to Walter. But perhaps no house would have seemed that just then.

Parker took him out to the back yard, where shrieks of noisy mirth were resounding, and introduced him to the children who seemed to fill it. Then she promptly went back to her sewing, leaving them to "get acquainted by themselves". Perhaps she could not be blamed for failing to see that little Walter Blythe was the tenth. Fred and Opal were inclined to put on Montreal airs, but she felt quite sure they wouldn't be unkind to anyone.

Everything would go swimmingly. She was so glad she could help "poor Anne Blythe" out, even if it was only by taking one of her children off her hands. Parker hoped "all would go well. A sudden hush had fallen over the back yard.

Walter stood looking gravely and shyly at the Parker children and their Johnson cousins from Montreal. Bill Parker was ten. Andy Parker was nine and Lowbridge children could have told you that he was "the nasty Parker one" and was nicknamed "Pig" for reasons good. Walter did not like his looks from the first. Fred Johnson was Bill's age and Walter didn't like him either, though he was a good-looking chap with tawny curls and black eyes.

His nine-year-old sister, Opal, had curls and black eyes, too. She stood with her arm about tow-headed, eight-year-old Cora Parker and they both looked Walter over condescendingly. If it had not been for Alice Parker Walter might very conceivably have turned and fled. Alice was seven; Alice had the loveliest little ripples of golden curls all over her head; Alice had eyes as blue and soft as the violets in the Hollow; Alice had pink, dimpled cheeks; Alice wore a little frilled yellow dress in which she looked like a dancing buttercup; Alice smiled at him as if she had known him all her life; Alice was a friend.

She just looked admiringly at Walter and her look enabled him to bear up when all the rest chanted together, "He says his name is Walter," and then burst into shrieks of derisive laughter.

It was torture to Walter, who had never been made fun of before and couldn't take it. He bit his lips to keep the tears back. He must not cry before Alice. There was something in her tone that even Andy dared not flout.

The wind veered a bit in Walter's favour and they had a fairly amiable game of tag in the orchard. But when they trouped noisily in to supper Walter was again overwhelmed with homesickness. It was so terrible that for one awful moment he was afraid he was going to cry before them all. But he could not eat anything.

Parker, for whose methods there was certainly something to be said, did not worry him about it, comfortably concluding that his appetite would be better in the morning, and the others were too much occupied in eating and talking to take much notice of him. Walter wondered why the whole family shouted so at each other, ignorant of the fact that they had not yet had time to get out of the habit since the recent death of a very deaf and sensitive old grandmother.

The noise made his head ache. Oh, at home now they would be eating supper, too. Mother would be smiling from the head of the table, Father would be joking with the twins, Susan would be pouring cream into Shirley's mug of milk, Nan would be sneaking tidbits to the Shrimp.

Even Aunt Mary Maria, as part of the home circle, seemed suddenly invested with a soft, tender radiance. Who would have rung the Chinese gong for supper?

It was his week to do it and Jem was away. If he could only find a place to cry in! But there seemed to be no place where you could indulge in tears at Lowbridge. Walter gulped down a whole glassful of ice-water and found that it helped. The Shrimp had had two fits. And he wasn't going to have the Lowbridge cats rated higher than the Ingleside cats.

Parker, who wanted a quiet evening to write her Institute paper on "Misunderstood Children. It won't be long before your bedtime. Walter suddenly realized that he had to stay here all night. He went out to the orchard with clenched fists, to find Bill and Andy in a furious clinch on the grass, kicking, clawing, yelling.

I'll bite off your ears! Fights of this sort were an everyday occurrence with the Parkers. Parker held that it didn't hurt boys to fight. She said they got a lot of devilment out of their systems that way and were as good friends as ever afterwards.

But Walter had never seen anyone fighting before and was aghast. Fred was cheering them on, Opal and Cora were laughing, but there were tears in Alice's eyes. Walter could not endure that.

He hurled himself between the combatants, who had drawn apart for a moment to snatch breath before joining battle again. Bill and Andy stared at him in amazement for a moment, until the funny side of this baby interfering in their fight struck them. Both burst into laughter and Bill slapped him on the back. Here's an apple for it. Alice wiped the tears away from her soft pink cheeks and looked so adoringly at Walter that Fred didn't like it. Of course Alice was only a baby but even babies had no business to be looking adoringly at other boys when he, Fred Johnson of Montreal, was around.

This must be dealt with. Fred had been into the house and had heard Aunt Jen, who had been talking over the telephone, say something to Uncle Dick. I heard Aunt Jen telling Uncle Dick.

Walter looked around with tormented eyes. Again Alice ranged herself by him. They felt something alien about this dark, handsome child. Carter alive and he's a lot better doctor than your father. But maybe his father will die too. I heard Dad say Dr. Blythe was working himself to death. Look at him staring. You've got girls' eyes, sonny. He knows you're only teasing. Let's go down to the Park and watch the baseball game. Walter and Alice can stay here.

We can't have kids tagging after us everywhere. Walter was not sorry to see them go. Neither apparently was Alice. They sat down on an apple log and looked shyly and contentedly at each other.

When bedtime came Walter found himself put into the little hall bedroom alone. Parker considerately left a candle with him and a warm puff, for the July night was unreasonably cold as even a summer night in the Maritimes sometimes is. It almost seemed as if there might be a frost.

But Walter could not sleep, not even with Alice's plush kangaroo cuddled to his cheek. Oh, if he were only home in his own room, where the big window looked out on the Glen and the little window, with a tiny roof all its own, looked out into the Scotch pine! Mother would come in and read poetry to him in her lovely voice. What good were plush kangaroos? It seemed years since he had left home. Presently the other children came back from the Park and crowded amiably into the room to sit on the bed and eat apples.

I wouldn't be surprised if your mother got better. Stephen Flagg would-a died years ago if she hadn't a constitution. Has your mother got one? He had no idea what a constitution was, but if Mrs. Stephen Flagg had one Mother must. I hope I won't. Fancy going to Heaven in your nightdress! The boys went, after pretending to smother Walter with a towel. After all, they rather liked the kid. Walter caught Opal's hand as she turned away. He could not face being left alone with his fear.

Opal was "not a bad-hearted child," as Mrs. Parker said, but she could not resist the thrill one got out of telling bad news. Aunt Jen says so. But I think you ought to know. Maybe she has a cancer. Heaven's millions of miles away. But I'll tell you what to do. I lost a dime once and I prayed and I found a quarter. That's how I know. And put out that candle in Walter's room. I'm afraid of fire," called Mrs.

Parker from her room. Opal blew out the candle and flew. Aunt Jen was easy-going, but when she did get riled! Andy stuck his head in at the door for a good-night benediction.

After which everybody did really go to bed, feeling that it was the end of a perfect day and Walt Blythe wasn't a bad little kid and they'd have some more fun teasing him tomorrow.

An unwonted quiet descended upon the Parker house and six miles away at Ingleside little Bertha Marilla Blythe was blinking round hazel eyes at the happy faces around her and the world into which she had been ushered on the coldest July night the Maritimes had experienced in eighty-seven years! Walter, alone in the darkness, still found it impossible to sleep.

He had never slept alone before in his short life. Always Jem or Ken near him, warm and comforting. The little room became dimly visible as the pale moonlight crept into it, but it was almost worse than darkness.

A picture on the wall at the foot of his bed seemed to leer at him. You saw things in them you never suspected by daylight.

The long lace curtains looked like tall thin women, one on each side of the window, weeping. There were noises about the house. Suppose the birds in the wallpaper were coming to life and getting ready to pick out his eyes? A creepy fear suddenly possessed Walter. He had to believe it since Opal had said it was true. Perhaps Mother was dying! Perhaps mother was dead! There would be no Mother to go home to. Walter saw Ingleside without Mother!

Suddenly Walter knew he could not bear it. He must go home. He must see Mother before she. This was what Aunt Mary Maria had meant. She had known Mother was going to die. It was no use to think of waking anyone and asking to be taken home. They wouldn't take him. It was an awful long road home but he would walk all night.

Very quietly he slipped out of bed and put on his clothes. He took his shoes in his hand. He did not know where Mrs. Parker had put his cap, but that did not matter. He must not make any noise. He was sorry he could not say good-bye to Alice.

Through the dark hall. Walter had dropped one of his shoes! Down the stairs it clattered, bumping from step to step, shot across the hall and brought up against the front door with what seemed to Walter a deafening crash.

Walter huddled in despair against the rail. Everybody must have heard that noise. It seemed hours before he dared believe that nobody had wakened up. But it was accomplished at last; he found his shoe and cautiously turned the handle of the front door. Parker said they hadn't anything worth stealing except children and nobody wanted them. He slipped on his shoes and stole down the street: A moment of panic overwhelmed him.

The fear of being caught and prevented was past and all his old fears of darkness and solitude returned. He had never been out alone in the night before.

He was afraid of the world. It was such a huge world and he was so terribly small in it. Even the cold raw wind that was coming up from the east seemed blowing in his face as if to push him back. Mother was going to die! Walter took a gulp and set his face towards home. On and on he went, fighting fear gallantly. It was moonlight but the moonlight let you see things.

Once when he had been out with Dad he had thought he had never seen anything so pretty as a moonlit road crossed by tree shadows. But now the shadows were so black and sharp they might fly up at you.

The fields had put on a strangeness. The trees were no longer friendly. They seemed to be watching him. Two blazing eyes looked out at him from the ditch and a black cat of unbelievable size ran across the road. Was it a cat? The night was cold: He wondered what it would be like not to be afraid of anything. I'll just pretend I'm not afraid," he said aloud.

But he went on. Nov 30 Around the World Under the Sea Dec 03 Two Weeks in Another Town Dec 04 The Swimmer Dec 05 Pretty Poison Dec 07 Toward the Unknown Dec 10 Home Before Dark Dec 11 The D.

Dec 12 Assignment K Dec 13 Power, the Dec 14 The Seven Faces of Dr. Dec 17 Tea and Sympathy Dec 18 Santiago Dec 19 Murder Once Removed Dec 20 Fort Dobbs Dec 21 Battle Beneath the Earth Dec 25 Ivanhoe Dec 26 The Crimson Pirate Dec 27 A Night in Casablanca Dec 28 Duel of the Titans Jan 02 The Trygon Factor Jan 03 Hammerhead Jan 04 Murders in the Rue Morgue Jan 07 A Global Affair Jan 08 Heat of Anger Jan 09 The Traveling Executioner Jan 11 Village of the Damned Jan 14 She Waits Jan 15 The Last Rebel Jan 16 The Night Digger Jan 17 The Rounders Jan 18 Genesis II Jan 21 Top Secret Affair Jan 23 Sitting Target Jan 24 The Face of Fear Jan 25 The Green Slime Jan 29 The Devil's Eight Jan 30 The Psychopath Jan 31 The Burning Hills Feb 01 Speedway Feb 04 The Last Challenge Feb 05 The Badlanders Feb 06 The Asphalt Jungle Feb 07 Marlowe Feb 08 Dr Jekyll and Sister Hyde Feb 11 How to Murder Your Wife Feb 12 Harpy Feb 13 Day of the Evil Gun Feb 14 Fort Worth Feb 15 Who's Minding the Store?

Feb 18 Adam's Rib Feb 19 The Desperadoes Feb 20 The Southern Star Feb 21 Waterhole 3 Feb 22 The Abominable Dr. Feb 25 Designing Woman Feb 26 Cannon Feb 27 The Five Man Army Feb 28 Sunday in New York Mar 01 Wild in the Streets Mar 04 A Death of Innocence Mar 05 Land Raiders Mar 06 Hawaii Five-O Mar 07 Bunny O'Hare Mar 08 The Blood Beast Terror Mar 11 The Helen Morgan Story Mar 12 Westward the Woman Mar 13 Gun Glory Mar 14 Soul Soldier Mar 15 Hook, Line and Sinker Mar 18 Love Me or Leave Me Mar 19 These Wilder Years Mar 20 Tribute to a Bad Man Mar 21 Violent Road Mar 22 Scream and Scream Again Mar 25 Killer By Night Mar 26 Devil's Own Mar 27 The Jerusalem File Mar 28 Onionhead Mar 29 Artists and Models Apr 01 The Stratton Story Apr 04 Take the High Ground Apr 05 THX Apr 08 Wuthering Heights Apr 09 Chandler Apr 10 Welcome Home, Johnny Bristol Apr 11 Twilight of Honor Apr 12 The Flame and the Arrow Apr 15 The Singing Nun Apr 16 Shoot-Out at Medicine Bend Apr 17 The Great Bank Robbery Apr 18 Waco Apr 19 Where the Boys Are Apr 22 The Tiger Makes Out Apr 23 Husbands Apr 24 Madron Apr 25 Tall Man Riding Apr 26 Sayonara Apr 29 The Thirty-Nine Steps Apr 30 The Lady Vanishes May 01 The Horseman May 02 The Law and Jake Wade May 06 Mail Order Bride May 07 Maracaibo May 08 Machine Gun McCain May 09 X the Unknown May 10 The Brotherhood of Satan May 13 The World, the Flesh and the Devil May 14 Gunn May 15 Change of Mind May 16 Who's Got the Action?

May 17 The Disorderly Orderly May 20 Band of Angels May 22 Puppet on a Chain May 23 Reflections in a Golden Eye May 24 McLintock!

May 27 Seven Brides for Seven Brothers May 28 The Left-Handed Gun May 29 Asylum May 30 Someone Behind the Door May 31 The Fearless Vampire Killers Jun 03 A Patch of Blue Jun 04 Red Line Jun 05 Bombers B Jun 06 The Spy with the Cold Nose Jun 07 Moon Zero Two Jun 10 Drama of Jealousy Jun 11 The Anniversary Jun 12 The Fifth Day of Peace Jun 14 The House That Screamed Jun 17 The Night of the Iguana Jun 18 Hammerhead Jun 19 Seven Golden Men Jun 20 The Strawberry Statement Jun 21 The Haunted Palace Jun 24 A Walk with Love and Death Jun 25 Fever Heat Jun 26 The D.

Jun 27 Odd Man Out Jun 28 The Curse of Frankenstein Jul 01 A Severed Head Jul 02 Judith Jul 03 The Swimmer Jul 05 No Time for Sergeants Jul 08 Payment on Demand Jul 09 Adam's Woman Jul 10 Mafia Jul 11 Lafayette Escadrille Jul 12 Dracula, Prince of Darkness Jul 15 Damn Yankees Jul 16 Wind Across the Everglades Jul 17 The Sleeping Car Murder Jul 18 The Learning Tree Jul 19 A Swingin' Summer Jul 23 Pretty Poison Jul 24 The Corrupt Ones Jul 25 Summertree Jul 26 House of Usher Jul 29 Home Before Dark Jul 31 Men of the Fighting Lady Aug 01 A War of Children Aug 02 The Premature Burial Aug 05 Top Secret Affair Aug 06 The Face of Fu Manchu Aug 07 Assignment K Aug 08 Otley Aug 09 Dracula Has Risen from the Grave Aug 12 Miracle in the Rain Aug 13 Murder Ahoy!

Aug 14 The Glass House Aug 15 The Story of Mankind Aug 16 Count Yorga, Vampire Aug 19 The Tiger Makes Out Aug 21 Hammerhead Aug 22 Toward the Unknown Aug 23 Scream and Scream Again Aug 26 Husbands Aug 27 Fraulein Doktor Aug 28 The Desperadoes Aug 29 The Hill Aug 30 The Thing with Two Heads Sep 02 Three Ring Circus Sep 03 Sailor Beware Sep 04 The Disorderly Orderly Sep 05 Hook, Line and Sinker Sep 06 Genesis II Sep 09 The Victim Sep 10 Family Flight Sep 11 Marlowe Sep 12 Gunfight at the O.

Sep 13 The Night of the Lepus Sep 16 The Couple Takes a Wife Sep 17 The Glass House Sep 19 Waterhole 3 Sep 20 Frogs Sep 23 Lieutenant Schuster's Wife Sep 24 The Sweet Ride Sep 25 The Hound of the Baskervilles Sep 26 Then Came Bronson Sep 27 The Trouble with Girls Oct 01 Savage Oct 02 Never So Few Oct 03 Honor Thy Father Oct 04 Who's Minding the Store?

Oct 07 The Woman Hunter Oct 08 Cannon Oct 09 Cutter Oct 10 Don't Make Waves Oct 11 Live a Little, Love a Little Oct 14 Young at Heart Oct 15 See the Man Run Oct 16 The Adventures of Nick Carter Oct 17 Land Raiders Oct 18 The Patsy Oct 21 She Cried Murder! Oct 22 Partners in Crime Oct 23 Thirty-Six Hours Oct 24 Duel at Diablo Oct 25 Valley of the Dolls Oct 28 The Gypsy Moths Oct 29 The Dirty Dozen Part 1 Oct 30 The Dirty Dozen Part 2 Oct 31 See No Evil Nov 01 Coffee, Tea or Me?

Nov 04 The Unsinkable Molly Brown Nov 06 Cry Rape Nov 07 The Undefeated Nov 08 The Doberman Gang Nov 11 The Mating Game Nov 12 That Certain Summer Nov 13 Day of the Evil Gun Nov 14 The Longest Night Nov 18 Sunday in New York Nov 19 In Cold Blood Nov 20 The Screaming Woman Nov 21 The Rounders Nov 22 Speedway Nov 25 McLintock! Nov 26 The Liquidator Nov 27 Ivanhoe Nov 28 Oklahoma!

Nov 29 Which Way to the Front? Dec 02 Devil's Own Dec 03 Mr. Dec 04 Tip on a Dead Jockey Dec 05 The Swimmer Dec 06 Trog Dec 09 Madron Dec 10 Rome Like Chicago Dec 11 The Desperadoes Dec 12 Rogues' Gallery Dec 13 The Valley of the Gwangi Dec 16 Lizzie Dec 17 The Psychopath Dec 18 Seven Golden Men Dec 19 Secret World Dec 20 Artists and Models Dec 23 Michael Kohlhass Dec 25 South Pacific Dec 26 Plymouth Adventure Dec 27 The Shoes of the Fisherman Dec 30 Head Jan 01 The Pajama Game Jan 02 Waco Jan 03 Twist Around the Clock Jan 06 Scream, Pretty Peggy Jan 07 Banacek: Let's Hear It for a Living Legend Jan 08 The Split, Jan 09 Machine Gun McCain Jan 10 Jailhouse Rock Jan 13 Westward the Woman Jan 14 Vengeance Valley Jan 15 Hec Ramsey: Hangman's Wages Jan 16 How to Murder Your Wife Jan 17 Village of the Damned Jan 20 The Impossible Years Jan 21 Banacek: Project Phoenix Jan 22 Birds of Prey Jan 23 The Norliss Tapes Jan 24 The Patsy Jan 27 The Extraordinary Seaman Jan 28 Madigan: The Manhattan Beat Jan 29 Gunn Jan 30 Sol Madrid Jan 31 Dr.

Phibes Rises Again Feb 03 Penelope Feb 04 The Lawyer Feb 05 The Last Challenge Feb 06 Banacek: The Vanishing Chalice Feb 07 The Bat People Feb 10 All My Darling Daughters Feb 11 Banacek: Feb 12 Hec Ramsey: The Mystery of the Yellow Rose Feb 13 Beg, Borrow or Steal Feb 14 Girl Happy Feb 17 The Southern Star Feb 18 Riot Feb 19 Banacek: A Million the Hard Way Feb 20 A Bullet for Pretty Boy Feb 21 Ben Feb 24 The Elevator Feb 25 Hec Ramsey: The Mystery of the Green Feather Feb 26 Trapped Feb 27 Honor Thy Father Mar 03 The Failing of Raymond Mar 04 Banacek: No Stone Unturned Mar 05 The Glass House Mar 06 Black Noon Mar 07 The Black Scorpion Mar 10 Whistle Stop Mar 11 Class of '63 Mar 13 The Desperate Search Mar 14 The Two Faces of Dr.

Mar 17 Please Don't Eat the Daisies Mar 18 Kid Rodelo Mar 19 The Vatican Affair Mar 21 Watusi Mar 24 Second Chance Mar 25 Firehouse Mar 26 Gold of the Seven Saints Mar 27 Someone Behind the Door Mar 28 Quo Vadis Mar 31 The Young Runaways Apr 01 Who's Got the Action?

Apr 02 Corky Apr 03 Men of the Fighting Lady Apr 04 Raintree Country Apr 07 The Sweet Ride Apr 08 The Jerusalem File Apr 09 The Traveling Executioner Apr 10 The Chairman Apr 11 It Apr 14 A Night to Remember Apr 15 The Five Man Army Apr 16 Sitting Target Apr 17 Fade In Apr 18 The Mummy Apr 21 Your Money or Your Wife Apr 22 The Connection Apr 23 The Night Digger Apr 24 Banacek: If Max Is So Smart..?

Apr 25 Willard Apr 28 Hello Down There Apr 29 Madigan: The Midtown Beat Apr 30 Hec Ramsey: The Detroit Connection May 01 Runaway May 02 The Daring Dobermans May 05 The Couple Takes a Wife May 06 Banacek: No Sign of the Cross May 07 Change of Mind May 08 Madigan: Park Avenue Beat May 09 Valley of the Dolls May 12 My Darling Daughters Anniversary May 13 The Devil's Eight May 14 She Cried Murder!

May 15 Hec Ramsey: A Hard Road to Vengeance May 16 Gargoyles May 19 Madigan: The Lisbon Beat May 20 The Badlanders May 21 Fort Utah May 22 Waterhole 3 May 23 Waco May 26 The Norliss Tapes May 27 Maroc 7 May 28 Joy House May 29 Onionhead May 30 C'mon Let's Live a Little Jun 02 A War of Children Jun 03 Gunn Jun 04 They Ran for Their Lives Jun 05 Three Bullets for a Long Gun Jun 06 Duel of the Titans Jun 10 The Vatican Affair Jun 11 Gold of the Seven Saints Jun 12 Murder, She Said Jun 13 The Undefeated Jun 17 Heaven with a Gun Jun 18 Rogues' Gallery Jun 19 Second Chance Jun 20 A Severed Head Jun 23 The Sandpiper Jun 24 Soul Soldier Jun 25 To the Shores of Hell Jun 26 Judith Jun 27 The Last Rebel Jun 30 The Seven Faces of Dr.

Jul 01 The Dunwich Horror Jul 02 Mr. Jul 03 A Swingin' Summer Jul 04 Twist Around the Clock Jul 07 Head Jul 08 Last of the Secret Agents? Jul 09 Big Rose Jul 10 Eighty Steps to Jonah Jul 11 Which Way to the Front? Jul 14 Lizzie Jul 15 Blood and Roses Jul 16 The Connection Jul 17 The Jerusalem File Jul 18 The Model Shop Jul 21 Sandcastles Jul 22 The Reckoning Jul 23 Seven Golden Men Jul 24 A Great American Tragedy Jul 25 Who's Got the Action?

Jul 29 Ten Rillington Place Jul 30 Tip on a Dead Jockey Jul 31 The Face of Fu Manchu Aug 01 The Black Scorpion Aug 05 Man on a String Aug 06 Gunn Aug 07 Rocco and His Brothers Aug 08 It Aug 11 Secret World Aug 12 Night Must Fall Aug 13 Three Bullets for a Long Gun Aug 14 Count Yorga, Vampire Aug 15 Duel of the Titans Aug 18 A Walk with Love and Death Aug 19 The Horseman Aug 20 Firehouse Aug 21 The Traveling Executioner Aug 22 Onionhead Aug 25 Maroc 7 Aug 26 Footsteps Aug 27 The Tiger Makes Out Aug 28 The Dunwich Horror Aug 29 All the Fine Young Cannibals Sep 01 Valley of the Dolls Sep 02 Your Money or Your Wife Sep 03 Gargoyles Sep 04 The Undefeated Sep 05 C'mon Let's Live a Little Sep 09 The Dirty Dozen Part 1 Sep 10 The Dirty Dozen Part 2 Sep 11 Kansas City Bomber Sep 12 Hell's Angels on Wheels Sep 15 Night of Terror Sep 16 Banacek: Sep 17 Hijack Sep 18 Duel at Diablo Sep 19 The Devil's Daughter Sep 22 Hitched Sep 23 Birds of Prey Sep 24 Madigan: The London Beat Sep 25 Satan's School for Girls Sep 26 Maneater Sep 29 Linda Sep 30 Marlowe Oct 01 Banacek: Rocket to Oblivion Oct 02 A Bullet for Pretty Boy Oct 03 The Losers Oct 06 The Victim Oct 07 Lieutenant Schuster's Wife Oct 08 Banacek: The Greatest Collection of Them All Oct 09 Day of the Evil Gun Oct 10 Three Ring Circus Oct 13 Fade In Oct 14 Death Race Oct 15 Hec Ramsey: Scar Tissue Oct 16 Santee Oct 17 The Night of the Lepus Oct 21 Skyway to Death Oct 22 Banacek: Oct 23 Land Raiders Oct 24 Call to Danger Oct 27 The Elevator Oct 28 The Adventures of Nick Carter Oct 29 Torpedo Run Oct 30 The Family Oct 31 The Horror at 37, Feet Nov 03 The Affair Nov 04 Death Squad Nov 05 Madigan: The Naples Beat Nov 06 The Last Grenade Nov 07 The Clones Nov 10 Where Eagles Dare Part 1 Nov 11 Where Eagles Dare Part 2 Nov 12 Banacek:

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