Montour American. (Danville, Pa.) 1866-1920, 1910-11-03


fr'i back when the boisc h1d rrua.
cd To the street tho crowd swept ias
ward once more. aud Roger released
AIMS and faced her alone Un deserted
doorstep
THANK yuu.' she painted softly.
THAT'S all right" muttcrcd Roger
They stood Ia silence for awhile, aud
at last Roger turned suddenly upon the
girl, who stood looking cut on the street
with unsccing, troubled eyes
You remember that last night be.
fore | came to the city, Amy, two years
/ Bgof' demanded Roger
/ she flushed and nodded
You're right. I'm everything you
] called me that night he declared snv-
! agcly.
/ 1--WE been sorry that | said It," she
/ murmurcd cuntritcly.
ITS all true, every word. only I'm a
bigger fool than you could believe"
! Ills tone was bitter, and his handsome
! young face was creased In an anxious
/ fruwn.
"Itow long have you realized III"
/ asked Amy dcmurely
After the first month-une year and
! eleven months" said Roger dryly.
"Oh. Roger How could you stand
It thcu2 You must have suffered. 1t
/ took lots Of grit TO stay here when you
were longing for home. | could never
have done It,"
at wasn't grit Amy; it was pride.
/ hate to give in"
Give in" repeated Amy. "You
don't call that giving in, do you? Isn't
it one step ON the road to success
when one finds out they've made
mistake? Susie is looking for us. Let
us 80 TO her"
"The dairymen from our county are
coming" sqJtaled Susie cxcitcdly.
Now, Roger I'll bet you're too proud
and citifcd to remember some of the
country boys!"
I'm country boy myself" return
ed Roger. with sudden decision in bis
tone. watch me and see how proud
| am"
The organization of dairymen swept
down the street fine body of white
clad men, bronZcd faces and hands.
driving before them half dozen beau
tiful Jersey cows
All at once Roger raised his hat to
the two girls from home and stepped
down into the street. falling into line
with the dairymeu, marching shoulder
to shoulder with man from home.
This is where ! belong" he called
back heartily "a he passed down the
street.
Late the next afternoon Roger left
the train ut Riverside His trunk
might remain until another day.
lie crossed the road, slipping through
the woods, stepping into we'll remem-
bercd wood roads. following them 10
some half defined trail that made a
short cut TO the farmhouse.
At the clearing he paused for an in
stant and looked forth over the rolling
acres. He noticed with guilty pang
that the five acre corntield had been
given over TO weeds. The hay had not
been cut in the meadows ana lay flat
and tangled.
lie had learned that his father had
reduced his herd of COWS TO ten-all he
could care for now with help SO scarce.
Roger saw them. gathered about the
brook ten UolstcinS their black and
white bodies gliStcning in the setting
sun
There came long call from the up
per pasture and Rogers heart throb-
bed achiugly. 1t was his father calling
the COWS. In the old days it had been
his task to drive them home.
The COWS were stringing leisurely up
the slope in response to the call. Roger
cut long alder switch. slipped off his
shoes and stockings. rolled up his
trousers knee high, tossed his hat in
heap with his coat and vest and dash
ed after the herd.
The bell of the leader tiukled far
ahead. and the trailers paused and
turned wondering mild eyes on the
overgrown boy with rumpled hair and
happy face trudging behind them. He
whirled his switch and they numbered
forward.
As they neared the barnyard gate
lis fathers voice utterng a word to
each COW rs she passed through the
ute. At last Roger himself loomed
tall behind the struggling three.
John Nelson stared with unbelieving
eyes until Rogers strong arms went
abou; him in 4 hearlikc hug
pad, I've come home for good I've
been wanting to come home ever since
| went. Have YOU any use for n prodi-
gal SOM"
Later father and son crossed the
farm yard, arms about each others
shoulders. Two women stood in the
kitchen doorway with radiant faces.
One saw nothing save ner little farmer
lad come back to The lonely house The
An Irish Grand Prix.
There was once an Irish Grand Prix.
The horse that lowered the French
colorS was the property of an eccen-