Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1907-11-26

UellDeratlOn ana she reIuTuei HIS guy
with a sort of fascinated concentra-
ton, the doorway was again darkened,
and this time 1t was he who started
with apprehension as Mr.. Morningstar
came into the sprlnghouse. kinross
was instantly aware of the fact that
the girl did not start now nor attempt
to hide the newspaper. On the con-
trary, the presence of the scrubby lit
tie farmer seemed suddenly to dissi-
pate the spell which he had evidently
cast upon, her, for she rose quite de-
liberately and began to gather together
her crooks and cans, keeping the news
paper in her hand.
The small eyed farmer cast a quick,
suspicious glance from one to another
of them
then" he grutily ordered the girl. "She
conceited that you and Abe was spoon
In together out here. What fur does it
take you SO wonderful long to fetch in
couple of butter and milk yet?
Mom'll jaw you, you'll see oncet!
Here!"
He had caught sight Of the newspa-
per and jerked it from her hand.
whats this to do, heh?"
ut belongs to the gentleman" the
girl answered, quite unruffled.
"And you gev it TO her?' the farmer
asked, looking reproachfully at Kin
ross.
Il dropped 1t in here and came back
to look for it. Eunice had picked 1t
up and was going to give it to me-
"Och, WE'LL" the farmer nodded, pass
Ing 1t on to him. Kinross as he took
1t looked hard ut Eunice to see how
she received his impromptu fiction but
her eyes We're yelled and he could not
read her face.
Well" added Mornngstar, turning
to leave, you hurry Oh in, Eunice.'
He went away, but Eunice did not So
much rs glance at kinross when they
We're again alone for a moment. She
kept right Oh with her work of LOADING
herself down with her wares and the
without word started for the house.
He had been wondering whether IL
would be misplaced gallantry to offer
to help her carry in her crooks ana
things, and by the time she was ready
to 70 he had decided against 1t. But
just as she reached the springhouse
door he bethought him to return the pa
per to her.
Quickly folding it into the smallest
possible compass, he stepped to her side
and held it out to her.
Cant you conceal it about you?"
She turned white again as he spoke
to her. "Please hide it behind the
churn," she said, not raising her eyes
and speaking breathlessly, "and | shall
find 1t this evening""
Every well.'
She was gone, and he turned back to
do her bidding and was rising from his
STOPPING position when again shadow
darkened the doorway, and he looked
up to see Eunice, with face white to
the lips and still laden with her ware
standing on the threshold.
will you please tell me- she begal
and he had to take step nearer
catch her low spoken words, "who
this Andrew Carnegid?"
He stared at her for an instant u
comprehendingly. "'This Andrew Ca
negie?"
"Of whom the newspapers make fire
quent mention"
"Oh," he said, you ask who is he?'
"If knew l could perhaps under
stand better what l read in your news
papers"
You never heard Of him before
came here with my newspapers"
mo. Is he perhaps a book agent OF
is he not real person at all, but only a
hero, like the Count Of Monte Cristo?
"He is very real person, indeed;
rather substantial, in fact; what you
people call well fixed you know; has
enough to worry through on without
working. He's all the things you
guessed-a book agent, hero, Monte
Cristo-with few more thrown in
"Oh!' she said, gazing at him with
bright eyes,
The next instant the springhouse
door was again clear. She was gone.
But he stood still and waited. Maybe
she would come back second time.
And anyway he was too spellbound
with establishment to move.
But she did not return, and he sat
down on the stone steps Of the well to
think it out.
In spite of her simplicity, how supe-
rior she seemed to the rest Of the fam
lily! None of the rest Of them would
have cared enough about reading the
papers to have risled old Morning