The Montgomery advertiser., 1906-09-10
THE REMUNERATION OF
 CH1TON FORESTER,
BY CONSTANCE DARCY MACKAY.

BY CONSTANCE DARCY MAGKAK.
 Olivia Forester descended from her auto and looked about her helplessly: As far as she could see the Foau stretched away dusty and desolate. IL was the hayEng season. Farmers were busy with their crops and passers-py were few. Olivia's car stood half in and half out of the wayside ditcn' anu 1t was beyond her power to move H. There was nothing to be done but wait If deliverance in any guise approacheu she could readily signal 1t, for she stood on the crest of hill.
 Below her the countryside lay ike green map The clear air mocked dis tance and brought things wonoerlulIy near-the cluster of houses that form ed Oakdale village, beyond these the gray gables of her own home, and stlli farther away the shining roof of Will loughby Manor.
 If was at the latter that she looked with the most interest, for the For ester -Willoughby feud, beginning about a land line, had continued Tor two generations The elder Wtllough- by had died, but Broughton Willough- by had returned from college ana the manor was re-opened.
 The villagers, who took lively in- terest in the two families, declared him to be a fine. sensible young man. nor was Olivia a whit less popular :. People liked to wait for her smile ana nod as she galloped past Recently her motor had taken the place or her horse, a course of which her father heatrily disapProved, for he hated moo- ern innovations
 His role of hostile neighbor was only one of many idiosyncrasies. Trains filled him with a horror unspeakaDle. It was his boast that he had never rid- den in a sleeper. He loathed the Dus- tie of a city, and clung tenaciously to his New England homestead, whose ln- accessibility rendered 1t doubly dear to him. Olivia often teased him saying she was sure he would like to keep her at home beside a spinning wheel
 Anything" he cried. would be bet ter than what you have chosen! with such a hideous. snorting thing as that how can you expect to come to any thing but grief? And though Murray the groom. Is an excellent-what do you call it-chauffeur?-you insist Tn going about the country alone. tou are a modern, OiiVia, ana wash ny hands of you!"
 Yet now, as Olivia was experiencing her first breakdown, she recalled her fathers words with a twinge of ap- prehension, and it was a relief to hear another machine approaching--a reltef which turned to consternation when she saw it's occupant Young Will loughby cooly ignored the embarrass- ment of the situation.
 q beg your pardon" he said pleas antly, but can I be of some assis- tance2"
 Thank you." answered Olivia, con fusedly. Tt won't move either way, and I can't find out what's the matter with it." Nor could Willoughby, when, after twenty minutes work, he man aged to get it from the ditch.
 There doesn't seem to be any help In sight" he observed, cheerfully, af- ter looking up and down the road. ''WilI you let me take your motor In tow?"
 Olivia hesitated. But what had a family feud to do with break down If you will be so good" she mur- mured, and gathering her dress about her. she stepped into her own car. She leaned back with sigh of re- lief. At least she would not have to talk to him Then the absurdity of the affair struck her. She realized how she would look whirling through | the village streets as If taken captive by WilIoughby. Instantly her pride was up in arms. At the edege of the village, she called to him and he slowed down immediately
 q think" said Olivia, T would rath- CT you left me here. I'm sure some farmers team will be passing and tak'