The Wenatchee daily world. [volume] (Wenatchee, Wash.) 1905-1971, 1910-10-27
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| and so yOu can do easy work. like writ.
ing with n pen. and wear good rIotllrs
| Roger had ,efl her AT thai mumeni
without even rss'dby. and he had
never seen hei since. Now he felt
small and mean in her presence. What
WAS he bl! IL hailSeron In the clty,
one whose place could be better filled
! by ii thousand waitin. men:
| y company of mounted men passed
| ~ close To the crowded curbstones
| The spectators pressed back. and in
| stinctively Roger fun: his arm about
| Amy and pressed her close TO him.
She must have felt the heavy throb-
bing of his heart. for her own heart
| beneath his hand tuttered wildly as
be held her Susie gigged Historically
and darted backward aS IL heavy black
charger clattered UP on the sidewalk
| Roger gathered Amy in his arms and
| fell back When the horse had return
| ed TO the street the crowd swept for
ward once more. and Roger released
| Amy and faced her alone on deserted
! doorstep
| Thank you" she painted softly
That's all right" muttered Roger.
| They stood in silence for awhile and
at last Roger turned suddenly upon the
| girl. who stood looking out on the street
with unseeing. troubled eyes.
| You remember that last night be-
| fore came to the city. Amy, two years
| ago." demanded Roger
She flushed and nodded
| You're right. I'm everything you
| called the that night" he declared saw
! aGely.
I've been sorry that l said it," she
murmured contritely.
Its all true. every word only I'm a
bigger fool than you could believed"
His tone was bitter. and his handsome
young face was creased in an anxious
| frOwn.
How long have you realized it?'
asked Amy demurely.
After theSirSt month-one year and
eleven months" said Roger dryly.
"Oh. Roger: How could you stand
it then? You must have suffered. 1t
took lots of grit to stay here when you
were longing for home l could never
| have done it,
1t wasn't grit. Amy; it was pride.
hate to give in
Give in:" repeated Amy. You
don't call that giving in. do you? Isn't
it one step on the road to success
when one finds out they've made a
mistake? Susie is looking for us. Let
us go to her"
1.-The dairymen from our county are
comingr' squealed Susie excitedly.
Now Roger. I'll bet you're too proud
and citifed to remember some of the
country boys
I'm a country boy myself" return
ed Roger. with sudden decision in his
tone Watch me and see how proud
l ann
The organization of dairymen swept
down the street. fine body Of white
clad men. bronzed faces and hands,
driving before them a half dozen beau
tiful Jersey COWS.
All at once Roger raised bis hat to
| the two girls from home and stepped
down into the street. falling into line
with the dairymen. marching shoulder
to shoulder with Il man from home.
This is where | belong" be called
back heartily as be passed down the
street.
Late the next afternoon Roger left
the train at Riverside. His trunk
might remain until another day.
He crossed the road. slipping through
the woods. stepping into we'll remem-
bered wood roads. following them to
some half defined trail that made
short cut to the farmhouse.
At the clearing he paused for an in
slant and looked forth over the rolling
acres. He noticed with a guilty pang
that the five acre cOrnfield had been
| given over to weeds. The hay had not
been cut in the meadows and lay fiat
| and tangled.
He had learned that his father had
reduced his herd Of COWS to ten-all he
could care for now with help so scarce.
| Roger saw them. gathered about the
brook. ten HolSteins. their black and
! white bodies glistening in the setting
| sun
There came a long call from the up
per pasture. and Rogers heart thrOb-
| bed achingly. 1t was his father calling
the cows. In the old days it had been
! his task TO drive them home.
| The cows were stringing leisurely up
the slope in response to the call. Roger
cut long alder switch. slipped off his
shoes and stockings. rolled up his
trousers knee high tossed his hat in a
heap with his coat and vest and dash
ed after the herd
The bell Of the leader tinkled far
ahead. and the trailers paused and
turned wondering. mild eyes on the
overgrown boy with rumpled hair and
happy face trudging behind them. He
whirled his switch and they numbered
| forward
AS they neared the barnyard gate
Rogers heart raced madly He heard
his fathers voice uttering word to
each COW as she passed through the
gate. At last Roger himself doomed
tall behind the struggling three.
John Nelson stared with unbelieving
eyes until Rogers strong arms went
about him in bearlike hug
| Dad I've come home for good. I've
been wanting to come home ever since
l went Have you any use for prodi-
gal SOM