The citizen. (Honesdale, Pa.) 1908-1914, 1910-01-07

can show you the way easily. am
Mr. Wade's daughter" she explained
over her shoulder as the little mare
walked on.
The stranger turned his horse int
the aisle behind Molly and followed
close in her wake
"My name is Norton-Scott Norton"
he said after little pause. I'm look
Ing for work in the fields. / was toh
Mr.. Wade needed help"
"Ie does assented Molly eagerly
| "They want to make crop before th
2Oth. and father was wishing thi,
morning for half dozen extra men"
81 am very glad" said Norton.
Something in the tone of his voic.
| thrilled Molly's tender heart She
| knew as plainly as if he had told hel
/ in so many words that he had been ia
/ hard luck and that he had Travelled a
! long distance in search of this job
The miserable beast he rode was II
scarecrow, probably purchased with
/ his last penny.
/ They came to the edge of the corn
! field and emerged into Il well beaten
road bordered ON either side by corn.
IL missed this road somehow" said
! Norton. riding abreast of Molly. at
must be well on to noon, isn't it?'
/ His lack of Il watch deferred Molly
/ from looking at her own little time
piece. She glanced up at the sun with
a delightful knitting of her pretty
! brows.
Dear me. it is late! We must hur-
ry!" she said.
Behind them came the shrek of Il
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 a Mortified
| glimpse of the strangers halky horse
rigid in the path of the speeding vehi-
Gle.
There was a warning shout, a queer
crashing thud and a cloud of dust
| Then Molly found herself kneeling be
side the PROSTATE stranger. while an
excited automobiliSt borrowed her re
volver to still the agony of the injured
horse
The party of men carried the uncou-
scious form of their victim to the un-
| injured car, and it was Molly Wade
white Tipped and trembling, who took
IA place in the tonneau 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 in
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, strange procession. The sight
Of stranger riding Daisy was like Il
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. l think he is recovering
/ consciousness. If you will take him
into the house L will telephone to DR.
| Acklin."
! 1t was the work of an instant for
/ the five men to improvise a 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 a broken arm
and severe shock. He detained the
| automobilists. 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 in the kitchen.
| DR.. Acklin confirmed Jim Wade's
estimation of the injuries to Scott Nor
| ton--a badly fractured arm and Sc
we're shaking up. Six weeks confine-
ment and rest for the first and quiet
and repose 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
nifty. Amy one that comes to my door
| in trouble and needs me is my friend.
| look out for my friends. Take a 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 wOmans 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 his
heart grew troubled.
1.-THE fellow can't be a prince in
disguise, Molly. | won't have it So
he blurted out.
"Why, dadw blushed Molly. I'VE
don't know Mr.. 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 Il horrible
horse. father. I'm glad the poor beast
is dead"
And with the change of subject Jim
had to he satisfied