The Calhoun chronicle. [volume] (Grantsville, W. Va.) 1883-1984, 1911-09-19
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RICH MR.. DOBSON
By VIRGINIA BLAIR
tcODyrizh,. 1917. by Associated Literary Press.J


Il certainly don't want to meet
him." said Mary-Cornelia. with her
head in the air. "He hasn't a thing
to recommend him but his money"
How do you known Leonora de-
handed
Listen 10 this!" Mary-Cornelia sat
up In the hammock. and read:
want you to be nice to him.
Cory. dear. He isn't good-looking.
and his clothes are badly cut But
he's good and kind. and has loads OF
money
Mary Cornelia threw the letter into
her cousins lap. Neither good looks
or stylei"
She says he's good and kind"
on. OF course she had to say some
'hinS. But any man can be good and
k1nd-and nonentity."
! No. he can't" said Leonora. who
was married happily, and had the
wisdom OF the contented wife. Ned
Is that kind of man, and my father
was But II l searched the list OF our
acquaintances shouldn't find more
than a half dozen husbands and lovers
who are really tender and true"
! Aunt Jane doesn't say anything
about his being tender and true
ITS the same thing" Leonora
stated Kind men and good men are
tender men and true men, and you'll
learn as the years go on to care less
for good looks and more for a good
heart"
Well, anyhow" Mary-Cornelia shift
cd the argument 81 am not going TO
stay at home to see him tomorrow
afternoon I'm going to take my lunch
and book. and go to Big Rock and
have lazy daS all to myself"
But Aunt Jane will be hurt She
says he was so good to her, while she
was i'll ut the hotel In Florida
You are great deal nicer than /
am" Mary-Cornelia's eyes had
wicked light In them. "and you'll ask
him questions about himself. and get
him TO talk, and he'll have a lovely
time"
But he wants to meet you. and he's
coming to dinner"
I'm not fortune hunter" the light
had gone out OF Mary-Cornelia's eyes.
and you people needn't try to marry
me TO a rich man that l don't like"
You're unjust" Leonora said. hot
ly. las If wouldn't keep you with me
forever. But how do you know you
won't like him, Corry?"
because" Mary-CorneIia gathered
up an armful OF books, preparatory to
her departure.
The next morning, a tall and will
lowy maiden wendell her way through
the daisy-starred fields. In one hand
she carried basket. in the other a
small book Over her arm was a rug.
on her head was wide hat big
collie dog followed her.
When they reached the little stream
beside which lowered a great rock,
Mary-Cornelia spread the rug in the
shade But she was not in mood 70
read. She threw stones idly In the
water and watched Bobs run after
them
Hi. there" said a voice suddenly,
from the other side. you're soaring
the fish"
Mary Cornelia peeped around the
rock. A young man in faded brown
eorduroys was casting his line.
She threw another stone. and drew
back into her hiding place.
III, there. boy" said the voice
again. you wait till | come across the
bridge"
Mary Cornelia liked the voice. II
was that of a man born to command.
She kept very still. She could hear
the whlrr of the reel as the line was
cast. Once there was a splash and q
chuckle of satisfaction. Mary peeped
around the rock again and saw that
the young man had caught fish.
Il like his looks" she said to Bobs.
softly.
Mary -Cornelia was a young lady or
retiring tastes The appeal that the
young man made to her was strong.
but no appeal could make her overstep
the bounds Of propriety. so with a sigh
she opened her book and read. keep
ing her eyes sternly away from the
tempting corner
Then suddenly Bobs began to bark
excitedly. and Mary-Cornelia, looking
up. saw slipping through the ground
Just beyond her, snake.
She screamed. and ran, stumbling
around the corner OF the rock. meeting
halfway across the rustic bridge. the
young man in corduroys
For heavens sake" he gasped. as
ne was clutched by the vision in pink.
"are you hurt?"
Mary Cornelia explained. distracted
~ 1T was so big-and horrid." she
shuddered
He left her on the bridge while he
dispatched the enemy. then he came
back to her. and found her. very white
and shaky. sitting beside his reel and
rod
"Oh, thank you so much" she said.
IL don't think 7 was ever so fright
ened In my life"
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