Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1910-08-20
The Changing Hours.
By GRACE MacGOWAN COOKE and
CAROLINE WOOD MORRISON.

these are dance programs I'll keep
this one with the pink pencil and give
you the one with the little blue pencil
to 1t. You must carry 1t with you and
write down exactly what's In your
mind about me every time the clock
strikes"
Suppose | don't happen to hear II
striker" demanded the boy. who was
too honest to realize that he might crib
sentimentaIities as other fellows crib
bed exams.
"Oh, well. you always know what
time 1t Is. don't your Mazda tossed her
pretty head and made eyes at him In
the light Of the late moon which had
risen.
II reckon l do" agreed Donald. re-
moving his cap to scratch n worried
head. What sort OF stun do you
want me to write. anyhow
"What sort of stun do you think
about me-anyhow? mimicked Mazda.
looking adorabIy mischievous.
"Why. that you're the cutest. pret-
tiest. sweetest girl In town." assever-
ated Don stanchly.
"Smarty" The big eyes were swift
ly yelled and there was a great show
ing Of dimples as the girl laughed at
him. II suppose you can write that
more sensible"
"Will 1t do II just write that twelve
times?" asked literal Don doubtfully.
Would 1t do. Mazda thought with
gleeful anticipation Of having such
card with Donald Harvey's name on
1t to show to her ten dearest friends.
"If you can't do any better" she
pouted.
"Well," sighed the youthful swain,
II reckon can do 1t. But I'd heap
rather say 1t to you"
That was to have led up to the good
night kiss. as both OF them well knew;
but now came a thin. sweet voice from
m upper window:
"Maida-Maida! Is that you out
there? Who's with you?' A shutter
moved.
"Yes, mamma" responded Mazda In
a dutiful little girl voice which Don
hardly recognized. ITS only Donald
Harvey. We walked up from choir
practice together"
"It's late. children" and Don thought
he saw a head behind the shutter. II
left light In the hail. MAZDA. Don't
fail to put the cat out. dear. so she can
get to her kittens"
voice grew fainter as Mazda turned
disappointed eyes to where her re-
Gently captured prize was disappearing
in the darkness.
His fnther wakened him at 6.3O to
split that kindling he had forgotten
the night before. This made him
late about milking the COW. He was
at 1t when the clock struck 7. but
well, there are no clocks In stables
and the dainty little gilt edged card
with its dangling blue pencil remain
ed sunk In oblivion and In the hip
pocket of his trousers past that fated
hour. There was grudged fifteen
minutes for breakfast. hasty per.
formance of the remaining chores, then
Don's real day began with a dive In
the river. 1t was vacation time and
all the fellows were out. Oh. that
cutting through the air with 1.-the.
sharp boned body-the plunge In the
clear waters. soft as velvet and thrill
ing with liquid electricity! There was
a Babel by the riverside so many shrill
young voices in rapid vibration.
Jaw. 'fraid cat. dive"
Juniper! See Sam go over"'
Hurry up. jim"
Jaw. don't be so smart-I'm a-com-
imp
"whoop-look at Slimmy. Hey, Slim.
quit threatenin', quit your fudgin. an
dive-dive-dive!"
Don tingled with enjoyment. Did a
clock strike? Was there clock in
the world? If there was could boy
take a program and blue pencil out OF
a pocket when he had no pocket on?
They bantered one another to so
farther and farther out on the RATS
crying, Its bully to dive where it's
real deep" until Donald distanced
them all. With n splendid leap he
cleared the far end of the last raft and
cleft the swifter waters. There came
a crashing blow on his head. His nos
trils smarted and filled: his muscles
slackened-lost their cunning. Like a
weed awash he was being sucked
down. But be understood what had
.hanced; he had risen beneath the raft.
his head colliding with the old sodden
logs. With quick presence Of mind
he fung up his arms as he rose again.
and pushed himself out from under the
death trap. Going down once more
then, he was spewed up again yet
farther out In the stream. played with
by tho current, helpless. all but sense
less.
What came cutting through the wa
ter, swift ns an arrow. as no man or
boat could conner Yes. as one can
come-the motorboat. whose owner.
young Darlington. had been diving
over by the island. One quick plunge
and he had Don on his arm-safe!
Here. fellows. bear a hand" cried
the newcomer, as half dozen swarm
ed aboard. make her fast. Where's
a-that keg'll do. Now, like this
seer There-that's enough. He's COM
ing round. Chuck that bathrobe over
here. Now. son." as Don opened his
eyes, will you have a carriage2 Go