Connecticut western news., 1910-01-06

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 Molly smiled and shool, her head. "I can show you the way easily. l am Mir. Wade's daughter" she explained over her shoulder as the little mare walked on.
 The stranger turned his horse into the aisle behind Molly and followed close in her wake.
 My name is Norton-Scott Norton" Ae said after little pause. I'm look ing for work in the fields. l was told Mir. Wade needed help"
 He does.' assented Molly eagerly. "Thcy want to make crop before the 20th. and father was wishing this morning for half a dozen extra men,"
 "I am very glad" said Norton.
 Something in the tone of his voice thrilled Molly's tender heart She knew as plainly as if he had told her in so many words that he had been in hard luck and that he had travelled Il long distance in search of this job. The miserable beast he rode was n scarecrow, probably purchased with his last penny.
 They came to the edge of the corn field and emerged into a well beaten road bordered on either side by corn.
 'I missed this road somehow" said Norton. riding abreast of Molly. "It must be well on to noon, isn't itY'
 His lack of watch deterred Molly from looking at her own little time piece. She glanced up at the sun with delightful knitting of her pretty brows.
 Dear me. 1t is late! We must hur- ry!" she said.
 Behind them came the shriek of a siren and the distant hum of a speed ing motorcar Molly had barely time to urge her mare to the edge of the corn when her eyes caught Il mortified glimpse of the strangers balky horse rigid in the path of the speeding vehi- cle.
 There was warning shout, a queer crashing thud and cloud of dust. Then Molly found herself kneeling be- side. the pros.ratc stranger. while m excited automobllist borrowed her re- volver to still the agony of the injured horse.
 The r"rty of men carried the uncon- scious form of their victim to the un- injured car, and 1t was Molly Wade, white Tipped and trembling, who took place in the tonneuu and supported the quiet head against her shoulder. To her it seemed as if she was his only friend in an inhospitable land. One of the men awkwardly rode the mare fin the rear of the car, and slowly they trailed through the dust toward the wide gate of the ranch.
 Jim Wade, sitting on the wide porch. reading a newspaper, saw them com ing. n strange procession. The sight of a stranger riding Daisy was like a knife thrust in his heart, and when the machine stopped at the steps he could barely make his way to the ground and assure himself that Molly was safe and sound.
 His daughters voice cut into the noisy explanations of the men.
 This man was on his way to the ranch looking for work, father, when he was struck. He must need medical attention. I think he is recovering consciousness. If you will take him into the house l will telephone to pr. Acklin."
 It was the work of m instant for the five men to improvise n litter and carry the stranger into the house and deposit him on Jim Wade's own bed. Jim Wade himself applied restoratives and announced that the man had suf- fered no injury beyond broken arm and severe shock. He detained the automoblists. however. until the ar- rival of the doctor.
 Molly did not appear at dinner where the four strangers joined her father. She had sent Hannah. the servant, to the sick chamber to await the arrival of the doctor while she took the do- mestic's place lu the kitchen.
 Dr. Acklin confirmed Jim Wade's estimation of the injuries to Scott Nor ton-a badly fractured, arm and se- we're shaking up. Six weeks conane- ment and rest for tlie first and quiet and repoze for the last. The motor party made up purse for the victim, which Jim Wade promptly returned to them.
 Hes our friend" he said, with dig nity. Any one that comes to my door in trouble and needs me Is my friend. 1 look out for my friends. Take les son, gentlemen-go slow; go slow!'
 They departed, sobered by the expe- rience while Hannah was installed as head nurse in the sick chamber and Molly assumed the woman's duties in the kitchen. Late that evening she re- lated the incident to her father, and as he noted the new light in her eyes hio heart grew troubled.
 1.-the fellow can't be n prince in Molly. | won't have it so!'' he blurted out.
 Why, dadw blushed Molly. We don't know Mir Norton. and, anyway, princes come in coaches and in splen- did motorcars. with gorgeous clothes. They don't lose themselves in corn fields and ride-oh, such n horrible horse. father. I'm glad the poor beast is dead"