The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1895-11-22

"Why did you drop the reins?'
because I can no longer see the
road
"Mr. Wainwright, are we lost?'
81 do not know"
The words could not have been spoken
with greater indifference. Tom was not
in the happiest mood when he left the
Calhoun House. 1t had seemed to him
reckless proceeding to start out in the
face of such a storm, for no better rea-
son than that girl wished to try her
voice before a theatrical manager, but
there was not money enough in the
world to have tempted him to allow
Daisy to go without him. When he
found himself alone with her, all his an
ger was forgotten in his love and in his
despair because of it's utter hopelessness.
Then came the thought that there might
be worse fate than to die with Daisy
before they reached the station. He had
been excessively morbid for days, and
this new fancy was not unnatural eli
max to such state of mind.
Daisy was irritated over his silence.
She felt that she had been foolish in in
sisting on coming out in such a storm,
and she wanted to say so, but it is new
er easy to introduce such an acknowledge
ment. She felt that it would be less
hard if Tom could be beguiled into con-
yersation.
81 should have thought" she said,
with feeble attempt at playfulness,
''that you might have allowed the sta
BILE boy to accompany me when you
knew 1 preferred it.
But in bowling wind playful tones
are not always apparent. Tom believed
that Daisy's remark was intended as a
reproach because he had shown himself
unable to guide the horse. 1t angered
him so that he could with difficulty con.
troll himself.
"Believe me-" he said CURLY, chad
known that you preferred the compa-
ny of the stable boy I should not have
forced mine upon you
At this moment there was sudden
jerk of the cutter that nearly unseated
them. The horse had plunged into
deep snowdrift and was foundering in
an attempt to regain his footing. He
recovered himself, gave one leap, which
freed him from the cutter, and with
snort disappeared into the darkness.
"Oh," gasped Daisy, che has left
usp'
Tom was himself in moment. AL
his petty grievances were forgotten in
his desire to make Daisy as comfortar
BILE as possible. The true manliness
which had won him so many friends in
spite of his egotism now asserted itself.
Springing from the cutter, he spread
one of the robes upon the snow, then
held out his hand to Daisy.
"Let me help you out, =" he said cheer
fully. 81 am going to tip the cutter
over to make partial shelter against
the storm.
"Must we stay here?" faltered Daisy.
She was recalling stories she had read
of people who had persisted in blizzards,
and was a little fearful of the conse-
quences of her persistence.
81 can see no better way" replied
Tom. Even if we could walk in such
storm we should not know which way
to turn. The horse will doubtless find
his way home, and when the stable boy
knows you are i'll danger
"Mr. Wainwright, can I help you
turn the cutter over?" interrupted Dali
sy, who did not care to hear more about
the stable boy.
"Thanks, no. l think can manage
it,"
The sled was soon turned bottom up
ward against the drift where it had
stuck. Tom scooped snow from beneath
it until he had succeeded in making
room large enough for two. The robes
were spread down, and when he and
Daisy had succeeded in crawling under
the sled and had placed one of the robes
against the opening to their den they
were really quite comfortable, The
wind piled the snow against them, max.
ing them still warmer, and they con-
graduated themselves on the coziuess
of their retreat. Notwithstanding the
unpleasantness of their position they
were far from being unhappy. Indeed
Tom was more wildly happy than he
had ever been in all his life
When the first faint blush of crimson
appeared in the eastern sky, Calhoun
and his guests started on an exploring
expedition and had no sooner left the
house than they caught sight of the
overturned cutter.
Don't ask me for detailed account
Of what followed; neither my pen nor
my patience is equal to it. 1t began
with tears and explanations of joy and
ended with happy laughter and merry
jests. 1t is not unlikely that as long as
they live Mr.. and Mrs. Tom Wainwright
will be leased about their experience in
Mr.. Calhoun's barnyard and their pref
erence for a circular track when driving
to point five miles distant.
When Tom hears a bachelor friend
wondering how he can manage to eyade
the matrimonial tax, he invariably says:
"By getting married my boy. A man
is fool to remain single when it will
cost him no more to have home of his
own.
"And if it did cost more?" asks Dali
sy.
"He would still be a FOOL" replies
Tom.
THE END.
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