Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1908-11-06

fellow, Ann Rose, but you liked me
first II you like him better than me
Just say so. l won't stand In the way.
You've acted different ever since he's
been here, may be slow, Lut under
meath won't stand much fooling.
You know think sight Of you" His
voice failed.
"You must have wanted to pick a
quarrel to get mad over such a little
thing us his looking at our house, and
here's your ring, Wenzell Beebe. Mr..
Laidlaw Is a gentleman anyway She
thrust the ring into his unwilling hand
and sprang from the carriage before
he could lend her assistance.
All that evening Ann Rose fiirted
desperately with Chester Laldlaw.
Mrs. Baker looked on In stern disap-
prevail and when bedtime came she
drew her daughter aside: What do
you mean, Ann Rose, a-cutting up with
the boarder2 Where's Wenzellf
thought he was going to stay to tea"
"Wenzell 10 slow poke, and never
want to see him again." breathed Ann
Rose Indignantly as she freed herself
from her mothers grasp and closed her
bedroom door.
A half hour afterward 1t Numbered
loudly and fash of lightning cut the
outer darkness. Mrs. Baker hurried
around and closed windows. She
creaked into her daughters room,
throwing a colossal shadow from the
candle In her hand. &B V
altunu aha xUhianapAd hon q a
ly. 1.-THE boarder's down in the parlor
scared to dealt Of the thunderl He's
got kitchen chair with the legs yet
in four tumblers, and he's got his rub
bers on. Hes sitting there shiyering
with the lamp lighted and dom know
what all. He's a great ninny. The
lightning's as sharp as l ever see 1t.
The south meadow hay will be ruined,
I guess. There It Is waiting to be load
ed on the wagon and your pa ten miles
awayW
Ann Rose leaned on her elbow and
looked through the window. whats
that down In the meadow, mother7"
she asked. watch the next fash"
It came with a crashing roll of thun-
der, and In the bright glare the hay
field lay before them like painted
picture a broad sweep Of stubble with
here and there a stack of hay and In
the midst mans solitary form pitch
ing hay vigorously.
"Who can 1t be?" whispered Ann
Rose wonderingly.
There's only one man hereabouts
who'd take the trouble and risk his
horses In that open field on night
like this Just to save neighbours hay.
It's Wenzellw
The girl did not reply. She stared
fearfully out at the terrific storm.
Through It all the man In the south
hay field stolidly pitched hay on to
the brimming wagon. Then he mount
ed the load and drove toward the barn.
"I'm going down to open the barn
door," cried Ann Rose sharply. and she
sprang from the bed and hurried into
some clothing AS she flashed through
the parlor she cast a contemptuous
glance at the boarder. "Goosep' she
sneered, but he was too miserable to
care.
Wenzell Beebe found the barn door
Wluo OUcflt anu uo uIuFc III JUDI ub
the first great raindrops fell. He slid
down from the load and closed the
great door tightly; then In the inter
mittent flashes that came through the
wide cracks he saw small, white clad
figure leaning against the corn bin.
ats me, Wenzell," sobbed Ann Rose
weakly. ~ was dreadful scared when
saw you down In the field. and l
knew then IL anything happened TO
you I'd never be happy again" She
sobbed the last words on his broad
shoulder, and his grent hand caressed
her hair softly.
Don't you care. honey" he whIs.
pered. II was great gump to get
Jealous Of that pin headed city dude
anyhow l might have known you
was Just enjoying the music and things
with him"
But you're awful brave to get In
the hay--that way--and the boarder--
he's sitting In the parlOr scared to
DEATH" sobbed Ann Rose hysterlcally.