The times and democrat. [volume] (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1881-current, 1909-08-07

roamed this farm for year5 without
fpdin~ cut where tho best ones hide
"No. | ohall not 60 homie" Edith de
clared that evening. "I'I show hin
before my month iY up that I'm good
for something. oven If I can't write
stories. Besides. other editors buy
them If be won't I'd like to know
how be discovered this place.
thought it almost belonged to u.s."
ASK him." returned Bert. For my
part. I'm glad he's here, even If ht
did catch me In my beggar robes. Bu
picking-why. be worked like q steam
thrasher He filled ten quart pal
while l was picking four quaEts."
1--WE a mind to ask the pilgrim ia
ther to let me ride the hayrake,
Edith remarked viciously. II used t
when I was a girl, and I intend tt
catch that bay colt and ride him to
morrow without saddle. don't be
lieve I've forgotten how"
do, and he'll surely think you ca
pable Of running a cattle ranch II
Arizona, even If he doesn't accept youl
stories"
HE might suggest 1t In the next re
fusal he sends me-" was the somewha
bitter response, while figure sitting
by the window in the adjoining room
beard every word and went on with
the third reading Of typewriter
manuscript which would have beer
very familiar to Edith could she have
seen 1t at that moment.
Day followed day In quick success
sion until only one week Of vacation
remained. The colt had been riddor
many times. Many were the gallop:
which the two girls had taken about
the country. The harvest must have
cared for itself, for Mr.. Mcpherson
found many an hour In which to ac'
as escort. But one day the girls went
for the last time to the berry field
Their pals were soon filed. and they
started up the long lane leading from
the pasture to the barn. Halfway
home. where the little brook crossed
It, q veritable demon Of mischief must
have entered the brain Of Bert.
Lets hide our berries under that
oak" she said. land then trace this
stream through the woods Who knows
what beautiful spots it visits or what
we may find"
"I'm agreed" Edith responded. "We
haven't half Investigated our garden
Edenic."
Straight through the center of. the
oatfield ran the little brook, bordcred
on either side by elm and maple trees
Then it entered the woods, and the
banks became higher. in some places
rocky and precipitous. In others so low
and pebby it reminded one Of m
ocean beach. Suddenly they caught
sight Of some flowers part way up the
bank, where another stream. seemingly
fed by spring farther on. Joined
forces with the one they were follow
ing.
"I'm going to climb that bank and
get those flowers" said Edith. "They
are the most brilliant ever saw"
"Plenty Of mud there" cautioned
Bert.
"Who cares for mud?" was the
scornful retort. "Mud. with such shoes
as we're wearing! You 60 on, and II
climb up and join you beyond the
bend"
"All right" Bert returned carelessly
and sauntered on. Several minutes
went by. She had gone around the
bend, out Of sight What was Editf
doing? Surely it was time for her tc
appear. Flower picking does not take
all day. Then she heard call, SHARP
and quick, full Of distress. 1t was
Ediths voice. What was the trouble
She hurried back along the bank OF
the brook, but before she had taker
half q dozen steps the voice rang ou,
again, sharper than ever:
Bert! Oh, Bert! Hurry up"
Then she saw her, halfway up the
bank, clinging with all her might to