The Farmington times. (Farmington, St. Francois County, Mo.) 1905-1926, 1910-03-31

III course OF tlIh1 .lhFedn round ON
that her name was Viola Heath and
that she came from little country
town, that she liked the city very well
but did not know much about IT, ex,
cepting the churches. She went to a
new one every Sunday for variety. Il
have Sundays on" she said.
Cant you take an evening of also
and so with me to the musical show
tomorrow night" Marean asked. He
was speaking after thoughtful consid,
GRAFTON. lie had never seen girl that
! interested him so much as did this
one, and he believed he knew her well
enough to ask her to go with him.
She thought moment. but he could
see that she was pleased.
"lll ask Mary" she said. and let
you know tomorrow morning. VIII
that do?"
Marean said that II would He had
to admit to himself that he was, how.
ever. little anxious about the out.
come Suppose the McCanns should
not let the girl on? Next morning he
was a half hour earlier than usual at
the shop and he carried with him a
bunch Of sweet peas.
For your desk" he said as he gave
them to her
She took them eagerly and put her
face 70 them.
Thank YOU" she said. "Ill wear
them tonight"
Then you are going?" Marean's
heart lcapcd.
Mary says ! may"
That was an evening ever TO be re.
membered. The show was not very
good. the company being OF the sum.
mer stock variety, but that did not
matter since II afforded such an ad.
mirable opportunity for becoming bet.
ter acquainted. The sweet peas were
followed by other floral offerings
Marean's calls at the shop became
longer and more frequent He and
Viola became fast friends.
One Sunday they passed a long de-
lightful afternoon In the park after
they had attended church together and
lunched at restaurant. in delight.
fully unconventional and friendly
manner That day Marean decided to
propose to Viola the next time he saw
her II he could make an opportunity.
But next morning when he stopped
at the store as usual he found Mary
tending It.
where is Miss Health" he asked
She's gone home-went this morn.
ing on an early train. Mary counted
out his change carefully. You see.
my husband is better: he can come
downstairs now. And Viola had TO
60"
Marean turned dejectedly away.
Gone without saying one word TO him.
But he would follow her. She should
see that she couldn't get away from
him like that. At the door ne paused
to ask for her address.
Just Sharon. You ask for Miss
Heath DO you think OF going to SEQ
herr" Mary asked. innocently.
I've got business down that way
and thought ! might look her up"
Marean lied
Viola is a sweet girl. Danny and
| think our eyes OF her." Mary said
Marean meant TO seek out Sharon at
once. but It was two weeks before he
could get away One whiting June day
he alighted at the Sharon station The
man on the platform OF whom he asked
information told him that Miss Heath
lived on the next strect-"to'ds the
upper end"
Marean set forth. Sharons popula-
ton was scattered over the greatest
possible area and the next street was
the longest Marean, in his eagerness,
ever remembered having traversed.
There were no door plates to guide
him. Near the end of the street he
paused in bewiderment. He had
failed to ask his informer what kind
of a house Miss Heath lived in.
There was one set far back from the
street upon mighty lawn-an old.
fashioned brick residence, with com.
fort and wealth peeping from every
window. OF course she would not be
there. That little drab house now
looked more like what her home would
be He was on the point Of going up
and ringing the bell of the drab
house when from a mass OF rhododen.
dron bushes OH the lawn OF the big
brick house a figure emerged-a tall
girl in blue who had shining brown
hair, Marean never remembered how
he got to her whether he few or ran
or merely walked in becoming man.
ner He know only that he stood at
last before her with her hands In his.
i've found you" he exultcd.
But | thought you never would"
she said. with weary smile.
They walked across the turf to a
shaded seat and sat down together
Presently II occurred to Marean to
ask:
What are you doing here. Viola"
why. | live here" she said. This
is my home"
Marean stared.
"Your home" he stammered. But