Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1910-01-19
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He Girl ard the Migrate.
How. Eleanor Morris Honored Her Fathers Memory
and Made a PFlaes FaraHerssls. s: s: s:
its HanoTed HeT Fathers Msmery
8. (. POSE, in cieyeIand plain Dealer.
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member tina; you frightened rae. But
YOU don't frishten me now. / seem
to meet you here on an equal foot
|ins.r She looked around. Mature
is SO. democratic, you know" .
That's rather good" he said. @I
have told you that l inquired about
you-why did you leave your place."
MY mother was taken i'll and sent
for me. There was on one else to
care for her. My duty keeps ne
here.
He gravely nodded.
AM YOU knew that I rived in the
village VIXEN 1 was a boy??p
Yes. 1t is a tradition among us.
And we all think you will come back
some cay AID do something hace-
some for the old.home.
Its lucky, he said. that nobody
in the village recognized me. You
arethe only one who appears to know
me. Can I rely upon your discre-
tion?"
A smile cre2t orer the Girls face.
DO you admit that-a woman can
possess that masculine trait"
He conldn't fcrbear a laugh.
~ begin to look upon you as a rara
avis
"You are quite wrong" she quickly
responded. I'm only one Of a very
large family" She looked at him
more closely. "Of course I know
what brought :ou down here"
He frowned in sudden anger.
What co you nean?" he harsAly
demanded.
Don't forget" said the girl. @that
no are out here in the open where all
nen are equal. I know that. you are
here because you are %dispieassd with
the survey made by your engineers
for the new line from Somers to
Steelville. You know this country,
and you: training as an engineer tells
YOU the conpany's experts are
wrong"
He locked at her with lowered
brows.
That's right he sale. what
t5en?"
you cane down here alone and
ulheralded to look the field over.
That's your way She paused and a
smile twitchcd the corners of her
mouth. @And I think" she added,
that you are just a little puzzled"
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"Why puzzled"
Because you can't at tie moment
discover any way to improve upon
the route suggested by your experts"
The man was not angry On the
contrary he shook his head at her in
an almost amusing way.
.You are uncanny," he said.
NO" she answered. 81 am merely
observant-if you credit a woman
with SO valuable a trait. VIII you
stop here. please?"
He obeyed her.
LET us say that your new road
comes in from somers around the cor
ner Of the lake and skirts the marsh
land on a twenty-foot rise along the
base Of Bald hill. Then an eighty
foot bridge will carry it over the
gorge and lift it to a ffty-foot level
just below us. From here you can
run directly south with rot more than
eighteen-foot rise to the mile"
He turned andNstared at her.
sDidsyou plan this out yourself?"
NO. she. answered. Its not
mines 1t was mapped a dozen years
ago. 1t is only mine by right OF in
hefitance." She gave him a quick
smile. Are you fond of buttermilk,
Mr.. Gordca?n
Very he answered.
IF you will walk with me to our
home I will be glad toilet you sample
our brand. And there is something
I want to show you"
Thank you." he said. you honor
ne by your invitation"
He bowed to her with grave dig
nifty, and she dropped him her little
courtesy.
@oh, OH she cried. "to think of
having the president of the Midland
and Great Northern q guest at our
frugal board
Not quite so loud. please" eau
toned the man. This is our little
secret, remember"
And you expect me to keep a Sc
cret?" she cried. 1T can't be pos
sible."
"Eut it is" said the man. "1'll at
nit the thing is strange, but I don't
seem to have any fear that you will
betray me-
"Eetter and better" said the girl.
You shall have the entire jar of
buttermilk for that"
1t was a plain cottage, neat and
homalike. And the buttermilk tasted
much better than that the man
bought at the gilded restaurant just
around the corner from the great
railway building.
II must ask you to excuse my
mother, Mr.. Gordon" said the girl.
She IS taking her afternoon nap"
Present her my kirdest regards
and sympathy" said the man, as he
put down the glass.
The girl had opened the old book
case and brought cut a portfolio.
My father was an engineer and
craftsman, Mr.. Gordon" she said,
"brt his health broke down and he