SHE WAS ALMOST BREATHLESS WHEN SHE REACHED THE BOTTOM OF THE HILL AND STOOD IN FRONT OF THE GREAT BARN. Page 20 The Enchanted Barn By Grace Livingston Hill Lutz Author of "Marcia Schuyler," "Phoebe Deane," "The Obsession of Victoria Gracen," etc. With Frontispiece by EDMUND FREDERICK Philadelphia & London J. B. Lippincott Company 1918 COPYRIGHT, 1917, BY THE GOLDEN RULE COMPANY COPYRIGHT, 1918, BY J. B. LIPPINCOTT COMPANY PUBLISHED APRIL, 1918 PRINTED BY J. B. LIPPINCOTT COMPANY AT THE WASHINGTON SQUARE PRESS PHILADELPHIA, U.S.A. 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 sat. Mr. Barnard, the senior member of the firm, whose stenographer 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 his 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 vision 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
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