Staunton spectator and vindicator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1896-1916, 1911-01-27
poIIy's Objections

II have no ideal-not even an il
fusion regarding man-but" and
Dolly Adams charming nose re-
trersed into the atmosphere decid-
eddy. II do not insist that the man
am unfortunate enough to marry
be lacking in three respects = red
hair, the name Smith, and taste for
the ministry
well, as Hal Martin seems to be
the lucky one, you needn't worry"
And Ethel Rhodes, by deity dodg-
Ing out of the door, just escaped
having her pretty head maltreated
la sofa pillow.
Dolly tucked her dainty figure
into favorite rough gray coat and
ran out into the rather chill April
afternoon, sans head covering, bent
on one of her solitary rambles over
the wooded hill, almost a mountain,
just on the outskirts of the college
grounds.
Sure CT foot, she was scrambling
over particularly rough place when
the unexpected in a shape of small
but aggressive pebble sent her slip
ping down, down steep incline or
rock toward the creek, swollen, an
CRY and very deep just at this point.
Dolly's usually level head waxed
topsy turvy, and she screamed loud
ly, "Help! Help!" Then the water
closed coldly over her head and
oblivion interviewed between beauti-
full Miss Adams and the mundane
world.
Consciousness came with the tang
of liquor in her throat, and she I'M
closed her eyes, somewhat dizzily,
upon an anxious masculine face,
crowned by a shock of the very red
dish hair it had ever been Miss Ad-
ans misfortune to see. The sight
of it brought her to active life and
her feet at once
ooh, thank you! Thank you!"
she exclaimed with a damp but
charming smile. "I'm sorry you had
to get wet, tool"
Dolly tried to look at her rescu-
er's eyes, which were merry, blue
and really altog Their desirable, but
the hair pervad. ID the atmosphere,
almost causing her to regret escape
from the creek.
"The wetting does not matter,
since you are safe" And to Dolly's
great relief her unknown knight
pulled a cap over most of the Of
Tending hair. But you must hustle
back to college. It's chilly - and
spring colds are no joke!"
And hustle was the order of
their going. The red-haired knight
hurried her along briskly. but in
such a blithe holiday manner that
Dolly decided, magnanimously, to
forgive the color of his hair.
At the entrance gate she paused
and held out her hand.
mot allowed, except from Friday
to Sunday. I'm sorry. Who am 1
to thank? I'm Dolly Adams"
'And I'm Roy Smith,
And really desirable eyes said "a
great deal more. They told of an
other victim added to Dolly's already
long list.
Rallying from the second shock,
Dolly said bravely: "Come to tea
On Friday to 6. I want to thank
you properly, when I am present.
able"
''Thank you. want very much
% come. Pm staying at the rectory.
Now hurry in and get warm and dry.
I'll be on hand Friday, sure!''
"Ye gods!" cried Dolly as she sped
along the path. "Oh, We gods!"
Friday she adorned herself, at the
same time nursing the faint home
hat he would not come. But she had
seen that dawning interest in other
eyes and feared the worst.
He came, almost On the hour, and,
20 Dolly's distorted view, Ethel
Rhodes took a particulararly catty de-
light in the iteration and reiteration
IF that awful name of Smith.
, Dolly cried herself to sleep that
night, regretting bitterly that it was
rude and ungrateful for one to refuse
% motor with a man who had saved
ones life.
The big touring car was only an
accentuation of the hair. Dolly saw
red most Of the trip-the red of an
ger at one Smith, now wholly desir-
able in all things save hair, cogomen
and occupation.
He called again-and yet again. Ad-
vised that Miss Adams was "out,"
great tangles of red. red roses were
intruded under ~Dolly's indignant
nose. And then she cried some more.
One day, in desperation, she flung
the flowers aside and made for her
hill by devisious back paths.
By straight forward ones Mr.. Smith
arrived at the same destination.
miss Adams!"
''Mr Smith"
The accent was frigid, but Smith
was in love and ignored it..
I'm going away Dolly"
That tender Dolly disarmed pre-
JUDGE. Dolly dimpled.
Gould you learn to care, Dolly?"
II wish you weren't a minister"
answered Dolly, irrelevantly.
But I'm not" promptly replied Mr..
Smith. MY brother is the minister"
"1hen-oh, yes! Yes!"
Later she explained, but rapture
softened the revelation. And Ethel
Rhodes was denied the full measure
Of her last laugh.
Joiner Ito his apprentice)-Well,
Willie, have you sharpened all the
tools?