The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1910-03-17
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eye could see FROM bis point II ,an.
tage on ihe ranch house STEPS the laud
was hls own
Because Molly Wade was his osly
child. Jln. watching her grow up from
a melherless girihocd, Mas full %
fears and approximations for her M.
lufe The best in The world was none
! too good for Molly. aud 50 away 10
school Molly went. aud when She eamc
back. unchanged, nnspolled. be was
thankful
She came back MS simple hearted
aud home loving as when she had
taken her fearful farewell Of him The
20 called broader life for women had
no attraction for Molly Wade. she
was first and last a home loyera
homcmaker
Jim sighed even then as he watched
her directing the affairs Of the house
they occupied Almost any day now
some handsome young man might
some along and rob his nest OF It's one
birding. And each morning be looked
searchlngly into her clear blue eyes
seeking some change that might tell
him Of the threatened invasion Of her
heart. for suItors there were In plenty
at the Wade ranch.
This morning Molly dashed around
from the corral on her little black mare
Daisy.
Where now, honeyi" asked Jim.
"A ride in the corn, father. Can't
you come. dearY Molly's hair was
like ripened corn silk. and her eyes
were as blue as the sky overhead. The
black OF her hat made frame for her
delicate skin. tinted with bloom and
warmed by the sun. slender and 1.-THE.
she swayed In the saddle with grace
that was only equaled by her dancing.
Sorry. honey, but it's pay day. you
know The old mans got 10 stay home
and work this morning. Don't go too
| far. And got your gun handyT'
Molly patted the belt AT her trim
waist, where a small revolver cleaned
Ia the holster. Right here, dad. III
be home IN time for dinner. SO long!'
Don't let any fairy princes run
away with you, daughter" admonish-
ed Jim. You know | worry lot
about that prince that's coming after
my little gal some day. There was
more gravity than fun In jim's voice
and Molly felt that this old, old jest
| between them was becoming serious
matter to her father.
She urged Daisy to the foot Of the
steps and hicked her father lightly on
the shoulder with her whip, Dad. |
dear, | really believe you are worried. |
I've never even seen the man-or
prince--l'd leave you for. There. are |
you satisfied" He leaned down and |
kissed her lovely, laughing face, and |
warm smile lighted his grim features,
God bless you, darling. want you
to be happy, but hope it will be many
day before the prince does come,
I'm a selfish old brute. ehY'
Not bit dad. And when he does
come Wen set him to work in the
fields and live right along with you"
With laughing. backward glance
Molly rode away toward the fields Of
tall corn that had not yet fallen prey
to the swapping reapers.
A thousand acres of corn whisper
ing IN the wind. 1t was like thick
forest, thought Molly, as Daisy thread
ed her way dalntily through the tall
stalks.
Overhead the yellowed leaves rustled
crisply. On either side they reached
long. futtering fingers to brush Molly's
rose leaf face or 10 touch a lock of her
soft hair Her eyes grew dreamy as
she listened to the Whispering and a
look came into her face--a look that
her father had never seen.
Molly had had her day dreams-in.
deed, she had dreamed Of a lover who
came out of a fascinating world OF
which she had caught mere glimpse
In her school days. The prince who
would come and claim her one day
would come spinning down the state
road In Il motorcar. Handsome he
would be and merry and rollicking as
so many OF those gay automobiles APP
peared to be-
But when Ii came TO the wrench OF
parting with her dear father Molly's ,
dream always changed to one where
the dashing motorist became enamored
of farm life and elected TO settle down
at Wade's ranch for lifetime, with a ,
huge red car stabbed among the horses.
All at once Molly drew rein and lis
tened 10 sound other than the sigh !
ing Of the corn. There was the thnd, a
thud. Of hoofs in another aisle near by. q
Perhaps 1t was her father, or, at any /
rate. II would be one OF the men from il
the ranch. A
"Hello!'' called Molly musically. !,
Hello" came back in mans deep !
voice.
AS the man lifted his battered felt
hat Molly realized that he was stran- ?
ger. aud her cheeks grew warm under s.
The gaze Of his dark eyes. He was [,
very good TO look upon, young and 8
straight and strong. with sun Drowned n
face and chestnut hair. His blue fan. !,
mel shirt was open at the throat, and !,
he skin below the collar was smooth q
md white. From the saddle bow A
swung a bundle rolled In blanket. a.
Il am afraid I've lost my way" O
'aid the stranger pleasantly. Eve o
Deen wandering In this cornneld for c
be last three hours Perhaps you can
lrect me TO wade's place, or is II pos.
bile you are lost tonT'
Molly smiled and shook her head Il
an show you the way easily. / am
ir Wade's daughter" she explained
yer her shoulder as the little mare y
falsed on. .
The stranger turned his horse into
be aisle behind Molly and followed IN
lose In her wake I
Ny name is Norton Scott Norton"
e said after little pause Elm look
lg for work In the fields. | was told /
IL, Wade needed help
He does assenied Molly eagerly. Il
They want 10 make crop before the
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