The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1897-11-17
BROUGHT to Time.
Ky MARION f. PICKERING.

Jerry Sanborn wheeled his shining
new tandem out of the woodshed and
carefully propped it against the piazza
railing. Then he strobe across the
yard, shading his eyes with both sun
burned hands, and peered intently at
snug farmhouse nesting against the
neighboring hill.
"Tilly's got home from Sandport.
That's her pink gown a-flittir' in and
out of the garden. Now il l can only
wheedle her into takin' mornin' ride
well see who's master of the situa-
ton. Two years now she's been put
tin me off in that bewitchin' way of
her'n, and I'm tired of it. / hain't
been spendin' my winter evenin's
readin' up about Napoleon Bonaparte
and General Taylor and all of them
other determined fellers for nuthin'.
I've been altogether too meachin'. It's
high time / put my foot down and
made lilly come to reason, and I'm
a-goin' to do itl'
Jerry set his jaws grimly, sprang
astride the saddle, whirled rapidly
down the winding road and soon pre-
sented himself, cap in hand, at the
door of the Morgan homestead. lilly
herself appeared promptly, her comely
face alive with dimples and her bright
blue eyes dancing with mirth.
'"Took run over to show you this
new machine O. mine" announced
Jerry, with sidewise wave of the
hand.
81 saw you coming up the hill"
responded lilly demurely. "You
looked for all the world like big,
long-legged grasshopper, with an
irrepressible giggle.
81 only wish you darst try it bit
and see what an easy runnin' concern
it is," pursued Jerry, a sudden flush
mantling his broad forehead and los
ing itself in his curly locks. "But, of
course, 'twould be risky, considerin'
you amt used to it," he added apo
logetically.
"Humph! There's never been a
colt on the place that couldn't bride
and ride, and 'tisn't likely I'm afraid
of a newfangled contrivance like
that" replied Tilly loftily.
"Well, s'pose you might try it,
but warn you it's dangerous bust
ness" hesitated Jerry. "You have
to take in sail bit," with critical
glance at her newly starched gingham.
Tilly darted upstairs and soon APP
peared in trim walking skirt, with n
jaunty Tam O'Shanter pinned securely
to her shining brown braids.
After few preliminary failures, she
was securely seated and the tandem
glided smoothly along the shady coun-
try road. Tilly sat erect, firmly grasp
ing the handle bars with her plump
fingers and thoroughly enjoyed the
novel experience.
''Pshawl This is as easy as riding
old Roam to plow. Now I'm going
home to finish my ironing"
''No, you're not, lilly Morgan. You
won't go home until you have given a
plain answer to the question i have
been askin', off and on, for two years
or more," announced Jerry peremp-
torily, while his heart thumped heavily
against his ribs and the roar of the
Atlantic seemed surging in his ears.
''Steady there!" as lilly gave an in
dignant bounce that threatened to
capsize the wheel.
Jeremiah Sanborn, I'll never speak
to You again There's Uncle Moses
and Aunt Debby and Dan out in their
dooryard. I'll call for help as true as
live if you don't stop this minute -
scolded Tilly.
"They can't catch up" replied
Jerry coolly, gradually increasing
speed.
Despite her valiant threat, lilly
sailed by the open mouthed trio with
flaming cheeks and downcast eyes.
There was long silence, while the
tandem bowled merrily along. The
perspiration streamed from Jerry's
crimson forehead. The sun was
mounting higher, the road was up
grade, and lilly was no lightweight.
Jerry" she faltered at length
coaxingly, "please take me home.
"You know the condition. Reckon
we'll reach Centreville by noon at the
rate we're spinning, "vouchsafed Jerry
uncompromisingly.
Another prolonged silence.
''Jerryl"
'sWell?'
''What do you want me to sayP"
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