The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1909-02-04

earth did he appeal to her common
sense?) should elicit such a reply,
cut him to the heart.
THAT settles it," he said grimly,
"and for the future may | be kept
far from women. The best of them
have precious little brains or heart" "
On Saturday Helen told her par
ents that there would be no wedding
in December and refused to give any
reason for this change of plans ex-
cept "Mr. Stuart and l could not
agree"
have been about grave subjects" ="
said DR.. Roberts, with keen glance
at his daughters face.
"We-did not think alike on liter.
ary subjects said Helen, in a con-
fused way. please don't say any
more about It"
DR.. Roberts would have liked to
question her further, but he saw that
in spite of the girls pride she was
suffering keenly. So like an obedi.
ent American parent, he shrugged
MS ShOulderS ana lett her.
Helen was no believer in the By.
ronic doctrine, that, as for love, 'Tis
woman's whole existence" There
fore, she took long and vigorous
walks, industriously translated the
driest German she could find, and
practiced Bach's fugues until she
was exhausted. When she met Har-
| hnr cyooi1a
and Chesterfield might not have
blushed. to own the air with which
Mr.. Stuart raised his deer stalker"
So a month went by, and, on one
particularly dreary November after
noon, Helen determined to take a
long tramp. She walked until she
reached Farmer Goodson's maple
grove, two miles east of the city, and
there she sat down to rest on a pile
of yellow leaves. Helen had a sense
of loneliness as she sat there, and,
after a few minutes, arose and tried
to find her way back to the road.
There was large field to he crossed,
and she had not gone far on the
path through it before she realized
that two dark eyes were gazing at
her in what she considered a highly
dangerous fashion. The eyes did not
belong to a ragged tramp or an es.
capped lunatic. All, no! they belonged
to that infinitely more perilous crea.
ture-a sprightly COW. Now Helen
was possessed of an unusually strong
mind and will. She had one weak.
ness, however, that all her strength
of mind and will could not overcome
"a fear of the bovine race. No mat.
ter how mildly the COW might regard
her, the glance of those brown eyes
meant pursuit and a violent death.
While Helen had been musing on the
charms of autumn and the dreariness
of life "Bess" had wandered from
her corner, and now stood directly
in the path. By some strange twist
of Destiny, Farmer Goodson had been
seized with a bad attack of asthma
the night before, and Mr. Stuart had
been summoned that afternoon to
draw up the old mans will. He had
done so, and was walking down the
lane from the house when he caught
sight of Helen seated in the woods.
AS she paused on her way through
the field he was surprised but the
sight of Bess explained her hesita.
ton; so he quietly climbed the fence
and walked toward her. Helen heard
nothing, but continued to gaze in
fascination into the Juno-like orbs of
the fearsome COW. Suddenly Bess,
who was playful creature, lowered
her head Helen gave shrill cry,
flung her silk umbrella and silver
purse at the cows head, and turned
to flee. She saw Harvey some dis
tance off, and with utter disregard
for reverie3 and reviews, she rushed
forward and flung herself into his
arms, eyclaiming:
ooh, Harvey! forgive me and save
me-"
During the past month Mr. Stuart
had been thinking hard things about
women and their tickle ways. But
when a trembling girl with flutter-
ing heart casts herself upon i mans
protection, he cannot, in all human
ity, bid her stand alone. So Harvey
Stuart only held the slight, gray clad
form tightly, and said:
Don't be frightened. You won't
be hurt
Bess, after planting a foot on the
umbrella and calmly surveying the
purse, gave a snort and retreated to-
ward the grove. After time, Helen
raised her head.
"A man has very small nature
who wants a woman to say forgive
me- twice." said Helen, with pout
Helen. what do you mean?" and
Miss Roberts hands are held in
firm grasp.
II mean that 1t is getting cold, and
you had better pick up my umbrella
and purse, and-and l think mother
would like you to come home with
me to dinner"
"Will you become Mrs. Stuart on
| Christmas day?"
"Will you promise never-nevar
even when we have our worst quar-
rels, to tease me about those hateful
poems?"
Helen. what do you think ei
me?"
Helens reply to this question was
incoherent
When Dr. Roberts came home to
dinner that evening he was surprised |
to find Harvey ensconced lnshis old /.
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