News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1909-08-11

you've seen this year haven
rcamed this farm for years withou
finding out where the best ones hide
mo, ! shall not go home" Edith de
clared that evening. I'm show hin
before my month is up that I'm gooC
for something, even If | can't writ,
! stories. Besides, other editors bu,
them If he won't. I'd like to know
how he discovered this place.
thought 1t almost belonged to u.s."
ASK him." returned Bert. For my
part, I'm glad he's here, even if he
did catch me in my beggar robes. Blu
picking-why. he worked like Il steam
thrasher. He filled ten quart pal
while l was picking four quarts"
I've a mind to ask the pilgrim ia
Their to let me ride the hayrake >
Edith remarked viciously. II used to
when | was girl, and | intend to
catch that bay colt and ride him to-
morrow without a saddle. | don't be-
lieve I've forgotten how"
"Do, and he'll surely think you ca
pable of running cattle ranch in
Arizona. even if he doesn't accept your
| stories"
HE might suggest it in the next re-
fusal he sends me- was the somewhat
| bitter response, while Il figure sitting
| by the window in the adjoining room
heard every word and went on with
| the third reading of a typewriter
manuscript which would have been
very familiar to Edith could she have
seen it at that moment.
Day followed day in quick success
sion until only one week of vacation
remained. The colt had been ridden
many times. Many were the gallops
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 act
as escort. But one day the girls went
for the last time to the berry field
Their pals were soon filled, and they
started up the long lane leading from
the pasture to the barn. Halfway
home. where the little brook crossed
it, 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 fndr'
I'm agreed" Edith responded. eve
haven't half investigated our garden
Edenic."
Straight through the center of the
1AttlpId 10 |
on either side by elm and maple trees.
Then it entered the woods. and the
banks became higher, in some places
'ocky and precipitous. in others so low
md pebbly it reminded one of an
ocean beach. Suddenly they caught
sight of some flowers part way up the
1ank, where another stream. seemingly
ed by spring farther on. joined
,orces with the one they were follow
ng.
I'm going to climb that bank and
get those flowers" said Edith. They
ire the most brilliant ever saw"
PLENTY Of mud there" cautioned
Bert
who cares for mud?" was the
'cofnful fetort. Mud. with such shoes
is were wearing! You so on, and I'll
limb up and join you beyond the
BEND"
All right" Bert returned carelessly
md saGntered on. Several minutes
went by. She had gone around the
bend, out of sight. What was Edith
LONG? Surely it was time for her to
appear. Flower picking does not take
Ill day, Then she heard a CALL sharp
and quick, full of distress. 1t was
Edith's voice. What was the trouble?
She hurried back along the bank of
he brook, but before she had taken
lalf dozen steps the voice rang out
again, sharper than ever:
Bert! Oh, Bert! Hurry up"
Then she saw her, halfway up the
bank, clinging with all her might to a