The Owosso times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1897-1926, 1907-06-28

roadside when q woman ran down the
path leading to the door, untying her
checked apron as she went. Her back
was toward the approaching trio.
Bobby" she cried. "Bobbyr'
The boy stirred in Tellingford's arms.
II think / have found your boy, mad
am" called Tellingford gently and in
three seconds more was speeding for
the village physician. The sounds of
She hunt had long since died in the dis
lance.
1t was afternoon when Tellingford
reached the Lauderdales. From the
dining room came sounds of talking
and laughter. In the hall he met En-
lily Lauderdale. There was look on
her face that he had never seen before.
I'm awfully sorry" he began, abrupt
ly twisting the crop of his riding whip
in his hand, "but you see"- He paused
and could go no further He was a
man who always found it easy to tell
of the good deeds of others, but baked
miserably when it came to the recital
of his own. He muttered something
inarticulate about loose stones, mud
dy ditch and bad fall.
Emily Lauderdale surveyed him with
cool scorn.
For a muddy fall your coat is the
most conspicuously spotless garment
that / have ever seen," she returned
dryly.
"Oh, l say" began Tellingford, but
Emily swept past him, her head held
high. That he had not cared to win
was evident, but that he should add to
that humiliation with excuses was
more than she could bear. She was
glad, she told herself, that 1t was Graf
| tan Richards who had come off tri-
umphant. Yet in spite of this gladness
| there was Il singing mist in her eyes
and bitter catch in her throat as. she
sat before her dressing table that night
while Katie, the maid, brushed her
hair.
Everything had gone wrong that day
in big things as well as in little. Even
the gown she had planned to wear that
evening had been left unfinished, ana
she was forced to reprimand Katie
somewhat sharply.
Katie burst into tears. She had
meant to finish it, she confessed, but
that morning the child of her sister,
who lived on the road to the village,
slipped on the muddy stones of ditch
and broke his arm, and Katie, instead
of sewing on the gown, had gone to see
hoy he Jared. ga..zSs.'. ....
You can ask Mr.. Tellingford if it's
not so, a'am," she concluded fearful
ly. "'Twas he that found Bobby and
carried him home and went for the doc
tor afterward."
or the truth of this assertion Miss
Lauderdale questioned nothing.
do you know where Mr.. Telling
ford is now?' she demanded.
Indeed / do, ma'am. He's hidden
your aunt goodby and is halfway to
the station"
"Then tell James to saddle Dolly
Dumping instantly and bring her to
the side door,
Katie gasped and obeyed, while EN-
lily Lauderdale, throwing scarf about
her shoulders, ran down the stairs to
the driveway, her silken dinner gown
swishing at every step.
Tellingford meantime rode toward
the station, his lips set in thin hard
line. lie found himself mentally re-
peating his mornings advice to Bobby,
Men never cry at scratch" when
behind him came the flying gallop of
hoofs. Tellingford was blank with
amaZement at the vision Of Emily
Lauderdale, hatless and coatless and
in evening dress, tearing down the
road. Straight alongside the cart she
came and held out her hand.
IF you can forgive and forget" she
painted, land If you still care
"Carew cried Telllngford, jerking off
his overcoat and wrapping it about her
after she had impetuously slipped from
her horse and clambered into the cart
"All l can say is, Heaven bless Bob
byr"
And the fiaxen haired young person
in suit of white satin was page at a
wedding in the spring.