Waterbury evening Democrat., 1908-12-11
Finding Is
 Keeping. By MARTHA M'CULLOCH.
 WILLIAMS.
Copyrighted, 1908, by Associated
 Literary Press.

 ping pace. There was certain like, ness betwixt the girl and the mare. Both showed blood; both were hand some in unusual fashion. Llsabeth was Spanish blond, and her face was vivid as an autumn flower. Thus Meg's copper red coat and naxen mane and tail brought her beautifully into the picture.
 "I don't see why nanny and the colonel never will pull together" Lisa beth complained to Meg when they were safe in the big road. Meg was her only confdant, her nearest cors. rade.
 If only they ever did agree I might give up to them" Lisabeth went on plaintively. Since they won't l have to stand up for my own way. They'd hate each other forever if they thought l was partial"
 The big road swept in a long curve halfway round the plantation. Lisa beth caught gllmpses of the white house, with tall red chmneys, nestling among the trees, all along throughout the first mile.
 Several times she smiled at the house; once she shook her fist, saying, with a frown: "Oh, you look good. but but you're just the same as prison l can't Go anything I want to do, be- cause I'm going some day to be mis- tress of Willow Wand. But that isn't the very worst-I must marry some body fit to be master there-if ever they find such paragon. l won't do 1t. I won't! I won't! I'll run away with a drummer man or even q gypsy If like him."
 Lisabeth was nineteen, Vital to her finger tips, an only child and, truth to say. rather badly spoiled
 They fight so, Meg" Lisabeth ran on, more than ever plaintive-" my nanny and the colonel He gets up first. By breakfast time he has thought of brand new reason why l ought to marry that Kinross thing" (Type can never express the curl here of Lisa beth's llps.) And he fires it at man. my as she gives him his coffee-and spells her appetite always-and makes her cry sometimes. But she gets even. Long before dinners ready she's ready with something good and better in Hump billiard. Oh Lord. Fancy liv, ing with body named Hump. I hear myself saying, 'Humpy, dear or My Humpy sugar lump" I have my opin- ion of folks who would go and name a boy child Humphreys-don't care if the name has been in the family forty thousand years"
 She fell silent little while. The road ran on down Leet's hill which was more than half a mass of clay bedded round powders. One could drive over it safe enough If only one knew how; also if ones horse were clear footed and true pulling.
 Evidently a passenger had cssayed coming mp it who lacked all those things. Halfway down the hill upon a small gravelly bench there was an overturned buggy with a man half sit ting, half lying beside it. casting rue. full glances alternately at the vehicle and the horse, whose head barely showed above the depths of roadside gully.
 The horse whickered appealingly to Meg, who answered with the least faint whinny. Lisabeth stopped oppo- site the stranger, leaned a little to- ward him, saying in her fathers most judicial tone: "Um! Can't you pick yourself up after your spil?"
 Certainly can. I'm doing this all for lark, of coursew the stranger re- torted, pointing to his forehead, bleeding from a long gash, then on to a foot lying helpless in front of him. A smallish brass bound trunk little beyond explained his plight. In the spill it had somehow fallen upon his ankle, breaking bone It was q sample trunk, Lisabeth decided in stantly. Therefore the stranger was a drummer.
 It served him right for trying to go cross country without a driver and with only a single horse, but that was no more than heeting thought. She was giggling so inside as she thought what the colonel would say to him.
 The colonel hated the whole race of drummers, albeit he admitted they had their uses. Notwithstanding he would not refuse succor to this special drummer Iisabeth chuckled inly as she got out and approached him, say ing: I'm real sorry you're hurt. At first I thought you were only
 Drunk" the stranger supplemented as she passed, coloring deeply. She nodded. But I'll spare you apologies Instead I'm going to take you home with me-" she said
 Sure I'll go?" the stranger asked Lisabeth gave him a severe glance as she answered: You needn't unless you want to. Just tell me who you are. who you travel for and where you're going, and I can send word to them right away. The Higleys down yonder," pointing down the hill, have two telephones"
 "Thank you. but I'd rather go with you. My name is Macllse. As for the rest, 1t doesn't matter" the stran- ger said. trying to rise and falling back. white to the lips. Lisabeth caught his arm, saying severely: