The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1910-01-13

GledHor StOie size glance at her
companion, and saw that Helen's face
was scarlet. Instinctively she recog-
nized that her own rudeness to the
stranger had made the young girl
blush, and the flame of shame mount
ed to her own forehead.
She was too wretched to speak, and
they drove on in silence for several
blocks. 1t was Helen who spoke first.
Don't you think" she said, little
hesitantly, that we had better go
right home? can see Alice at school
tomorrow"
Her words were the last blow to
poor Eleanor's pride. She would have
turned homeward at once, but all up-
Willingly she had been going In the
direction of the Graydon house, and
Charles long, free strides had been
carrying them rapidly forward. The
little brown house on a side street"
was already in view, and nearing It,
returning from the daily walk that he
was now able to take in pleasant
weather, was Sumner Graydon him
self.
He and Charlie were old friends,
and the gray had already espied him,
and now made straight for the curb,
for the horse was the pampered pet
of all hands at the mill.
For goodness sakel" Mr.. Graydon
exclaimed, as he recognized the outfit.
is it really you, Eleanor? What has
happened to Danny? How on earth
did you ever undertake to drive
Charlie horse?"
He had known Eleanor since her.
babyhood, and called her by her first
name as matter of course.
"You and your friend must have
wanted a drive bad" he added, rub
bing Charles nose affectionately;
and still flushing crimson, Eleanor
introduced Helen.
Harmon Perley's dauShter?" the
ex-bookkeeper said, shaking hands
cordially. I'm glad to see you
we're all proud of your father these
days!" And Helen thanked him,
beaming with pleasure.
Alice had spied them from the
window, and came running down the
walk.
20 girls!" she cried. "How lovely!
Aren't you coming in?"
Then she recognized the gray.
Eleanor" she said, where is
Danny? If this isn't Charlie, dear
old Charlie horse!" And she, too,
fell to patting the handsome head.
Hn1n
mingled doubt and perplexity. She
did not understand. 1t was very
strange, and Eleanor, white now with
sick sense of what her own folly
might be costing her, could not meet
her glance.
"How in the world did he go in a
phaeton?" Mr.. Graydon asked, OBJ
livious of their silence. Hes the
best horse that ever trotted." This
with hearty slap on the broad back
But 1 shouldn't exactly call him a
park animal. Is your father going
to let you use him?"
After all, there was broad streak
of John Barnard's honesty in his
daughter, and raising her head,
Eleanor answered bravely, If not very
firmly.
Father doesn't know I've got
him." she said. But I've always
wanted to drive him, and so to-day /
had him put in"
"For PHYS sake, what for, when
you have a horse like Danny"
Truth had risen triumphant, and
Eleanor met the question, although
her face famed again.
Because l was silly goose" she
said, speaking very low and fast. II
thought Charlie would look more
stylish-and 1 didn't know how he
drove"
Mr.. Graydon was very busy tying
Charlie, and his face was hidden. If
his shoulders shook a little, it might
have been because he was coughing.
Alice led the way to the house, and
not until they were all three in the
pleasant living room did any one
speak. Then Eleanor broke silence.
You may as well laugh, girls,
she said. IL was silly goose, and
I've made myself ridiculous, and o
Helen, ! was awfully rude to that
gentleman.
Helen's arm was about her in
minute.
You're a dear. honest girl.
Eleanor" she said, "and like you
for i'll"
1t seemed as II Charlie went better
when, after a delightful call with
Alice, Helen's errand was accom-
plished and the two girls started
homeward. At all events, the air
was cleared, and they were happy.
At Helen's suggestion, they left
the horse and carriage at the stable,
and walked home from there, cement
ing friendship that was TO be a
pleasure to them throughout their
lives. 1t was hard experience for
Eleanor. but more than once, in after
years, she felt grateful to Charlie
horse for helping to nip in the bud
the little sprouts of snobbery that
had been so ready to take root in her
character.-Youth's Companion.
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