The Coalville times. [volume] (Coalville, Utah) 1894-1923, 1902-11-28


Ing In the air. Then she
turned and faced the desolatc little
station.
IL believe I'm maroonedw she
groaned. "There isn't soul in-yes,
there's a boy. Have l got to ask him
for help"
The boy was brown-very brown.
His trousers were crammed carelessly
into big top boots, and the boots were
muddy. The boy was big and awk-
ward and bashful. He sldled away
down the deserted platform, MS II to
escape as soon as possible. lie did
not look up once.
"oh, waltz Please wait n momentw
the girl cried. hastily. There's nobody
else to ask. Won't you please tell me
II this Is Cutler7 I'm afraid 1 got on
nj the wrong place"
The boys abrupt stop and the girls
impetuous chase had brought them
close togethcr-too close for the dainty
summer skirts. The girl involuntarlly
twltched them away from contact with
the big. muddy boots. She did not see
the blood rush TO the boys tanned
face. staining II n rich mahogany hue.
"Have made mistaken oh. hope
1 haye-no, guess l don't mean that,
but it's $3.50 dreadful hereg
"Thls is Cutlerw the boy muttercd,
stlniy. "But it's not the village. That's
over there four miles" He pointed
with his thumb.
"Four milesl Then there must be a
stage. don't sec any. oh. II hasn't
gone. has ~"
''There isn't any stage that meets
this train. There's one In the morn
ing"
mot any stasew
The girls voice showed distress. A
trail OF muddy roadway stretched away
before her. and her eyes followed 4
despniringly.
Terry Qunn's heart melted. "How
far are you calculating to go? dom
know but could take you a piece.
he said. suddenly. II live this side oil
the village little way"
II am going to the Parsons place
Do you know where II isT
The Parsons place! A picture OF II
abandoned and torlorn, rose before IN,
boy, and he contrasted It mental,
with the beautiful. delicate girl befor,
him.
Eyes, know where II ls." he said
"You can go along with me IL yoi
want to. have got load Of grain. s,
shall have TO so slow"
"oh, / don't mind going slowr' tn
girl cried. gratefully. "You are yer.
kind"
An old farm wagon, loaded witt
grain bags. stood near. She had harI
work to Chamber up to its high seat.
They ratified away down the mudd.
road, lurchlng into ruts and swaylnI
over stones. The girls eyes grew
wide with alarm.
Terry Quinn sat OH the edge OF hi
seat, and gazed straight ahead in Al
agony OF bashfulness. At interval
he slipped u little farther away fror
the dainty figure beside him. unit
the vacant space ON the seat had wlt
ened absurdly.
He was sure the girl was laughln
at II. He was sure she was afraid Q
his muddy boots and coarse clothei
Suppose he spilled her Quit Suppos
she got her skirts all houry from IN
bagsl Suppose she wanted TO talkl
The girl sat looking down the roat
Her sweet face grew more sober ever
minute. She was thinking OF he
mother and Molly and the unknow
Parsons place. At last she could bea
It no longer.
us it-nlceT she asked, suddenl!
startling the color into the boys brow
face. The Parsons place, | meanY"
Terry had the dismal picture ST.
in his mind. The Parsons place WI
unrepaired, uninhablted. He remen
bered the tall weeds and grass In II
dooryard, and the broken windows an
the gate that sagged on It's hinges. Il,
ten years the Parsons place had bee
abandoned.
us II painted white, with gree
bllndsY" the girl persisted. "Are the
beautiful trees2 And rosebushesi
there n view? l shall be so glad
there's a plazzal We could whe
mothers couch out on 1t, and 81
could lie there all the pleasant da,
and get well. That's what weir
coming here for. The doctors said 81
could not be any better IN the cit
Irs nwiul In the city IN sumner"
1ho boy made no answer. and a
MS silence to bashfulness, 81
t.H.,.;
'.. ace-ihc Parsons place-w
year ago In viii. No
-lcs. we are very ell
doctors say she mn
I've come to s
so house opened M
,.- LAG back Tor the