Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1910-07-19
Among the Apple Trees
II Story Of
Farm Life
to the back seat and helped Gladys up
Copyright. 1910. by American
Press Association

III 1EOuI.
"Now for spinw he cried as he
seated himself beside her and pulled
back the starting lever. The machine
bounded forward. Gladys clung to the
seat. her eyes shining with the exhil-
aration Of the swift motion.
Isn't 1t glorious?" Harold cried as
he Increased the speed to still faster
gait.
Mile after mile was quickly covered
by the tireless machine and they were
almost to town wlen Harold finally
turned around and started back at a
somewhat slower pace.
I'VE went so fast that l was almost
lost" confessed Mabel. THAT'S Pear
sons just ahead. isn't it?"
Gladys nodded. "And there's JEFF
over In the field plowing." she said.
She leaned out ard waved her hand
kerchief at him.
He waved his whip in dazed surprise
and stood watching the automobile un-
til 1t was out Of sight. He paid so lit
tie attention to his plowing the rest Of
the afternoon that the patient horses
turned to look inquiringly at him now
and then as If to ask what the matter
was. But JEFF was thinking. and his
train of thought. though by no means
comparable in speed to fast mail.
had all the ponderous inertia Of a dou.
ble headed time freight.
BY the time he had finished milking
he had come to conclusion. "I'm 60
Ing to do It," he said half aloud, slap
ping his knee. "I'll beat that stuck up
Du Val yet" And he went into the
house and wrote to an automobile
company for prices.
But II JEFF had known the trend Of
the conversation in the touring car he
might have been better satisfied with
everything In general and with one or
two things in particular.
"Who is that fellow?" inquired Har-
old as they passed JEFF.
That's JEFF Pearson. one Of my best
friends" promptly replied Gladys.
$50 you like plOwboys. do your
Harold asked. with quizzical smile.
81 like any one who has ambition
enough to do something" Gladys re-
turned did you ever do any work
in your Nfe?"
Again Harold smiled. that exasperal'
ing smile. though 1t was a tritie less
self confident this time Whats the
use?" he inquired. Fathers got
plenty of money"
"If were boy" the cold contempt
In Gladys voice Jared Harold out of
his accustomed self assurance. I'D
be ashamed to have no ambition but
to spend my fathers money. You
don't have TO work for a living. but
the very fact that you don't makes 1t
possible for you to accomplish much
greater things"
81 don't think you're hardly fair"
Harold answered. "I'll probably set
tie down and 20 to work at something
after awhile"
"ProbabIy!w cried Gladys. What
are you going to do?"
"Oh. l don't know" he replied. IL
suppose father will find me some
thing"
That's It-father. father, all the
time. Why don't you learn to de-
pend Oh yourself little? Why don't
you 60 to college and learn something
and then start out for yourself and do
something"
Harold gave the lever n Vicious jerk
by way Of reply. and neither OF them
said anything more until they reached
home.
Thank you ever 80 much for the
ride" said Mabel as she stood leaning
OH the gate.
THANK you ever so much for go.
ing" replied Harold. "And you. too
he added. turning to Gladys. "And the
lecture-I'm afraid thanks won't pay
for that"
Indeed they won't" she answered
"The only thing that will pay for that
is to see II have some effect. and
guess there isn't much hope OF that
"Thank you anyway. Miss lcebox,"
he said, with his old self confident
smile. as he started the machine.
"Goodby."
"Goodby." answered Mabel. Come
again."
And come in and see u.s." cried
both over the back Of the car.