The Democrat. (Scotland Neck, Halifax Co., N.C.) 1884-1896, 1888-08-30

she had said and recalling her pretty
way Of saying them.

she bad said and recalling her pretty
way of saying them.
He did not pause to consider that It
was Old John Sanbora's daughter Of
whom he was thinking; ho was only
cons cious that she was bright young
girl, whom it was charming to look at
and listen to.
His pleasant mood was ruIoly inter
rupted by little Larkln, who dropped
in that evening.
Lyme Doty couldn't have the
school," he observed, with a chuckle,"
"but it looks as though he was going
to have the teacherp'
"What2' said Steve, with q sudden
unexpIainable sinking Of the heart.
'He's hanging around considerable,
anyhow" said Mr. Llrkin. event
to visit the school last week and he
was asking me toby whether Mollys
got anyway of getting home Friday
night. lie said he'd just as lief take
her in his buggy as not, Molly gener-
ally walks; but guess she'll b6 glad
of lift"
"You don't mean to tell me-" said
Steve, warmly, that shed have any
thing to do with himp'
Mr.. Larkin stared. What could
Steve care with whom old John San
born's daug htcr had to do?
But he only said, deprecatingly:
"Well, Lyme's good steady fellow"
'Humphw was the scornful rojoin-
der.
The young man unused long and Sc
riou5ly when his visitor was gone, ano
went to bed with lighter heart, hav-
ing come to a firm conclusion.
When tho new teacher closed school
the next Friday night she was feeling
rather worn out, as she was apt to fee
at the end of the week; nor did the
prospect of tho four miles walk homo
serve to cheer her,
She locked the door and started down
the path with sigh.
A neat little buggy was coming
briskly up the road. Molly gave start
as the driver pulled up the horse and
sprang to the ground.
1t was the young director, and he was
coming toward her
81 won't make any excuse, Miss San
born," he said, with a humorous soIcm-
nifty. Il won't say Pm gong over the
river on business, and happen cd to think
you might like to ride, The truth is
that it's carefully laid plot. Will you
be an alder and abettor"
The little teacher laughed apprccia-
lively as he helped her into the buggy.
Il must stop at Mr.. Larkin's and
leave my dinner pail" she said de-
mureIy.
Mr.. Larkin was standing at the front
gate. He stood staring at the young
director as the latter assisted the teach
er to the ground aud sat down on the
horse block waiting for her.
Lyme Doty was here after Molly,
just now," he said gaspingly. 81 sent
him down to the school house."
eve met him." sail Steve. "You
see," he added, making a bold attempt
at carelessness, but speaking neverthe-
less, in a shamefaced way, and avoid
ing the little mans eyes. you see,
feel as though it's my bounden duty to
keep Lyme Doty away from her. Pure
inpudence, his hanging around her that
way"
The little teacher came tripping back
and the young directors buggy
whirled away il cloud of dust.
"Steve Tenney's taking Molly home
in his buggy" said Mr.. Larkin, joining
his wife in the kitchen, and sinking
dazedly into a chair. Il guess the
worlds coming to an end"
"Steve Tenney amt a fool" his wife
responded practically. Il knew he'd
get over that ridiculous notion of his
and especially after he'd seen Molly"
Says he's doing it from sense OF
duty" said Larkin, chuckling slowly as
the humor of the situation dawned upoa
him. ''Wonder how far his sense of
| duty will take him2'
81 shouldn't be surprised at any
thing" said Mrs, Larkin mys-
teriously.
The Larkins and, perhaps, Lyme
Doty-were the only people who were
surprised when the new teacher gave up
the school at the end of the term and
was quietly married to the young di-
rector.
The chairman Of the School Board i:
wondering over 1t yet. Hartford
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