The citizen. (Honesdale, Pa.) 1908-1914, 1912-09-06

| Il uont KNOW what L shall do III
Phoebe ever gets married." he ended,
: with a sigh.
"And that does not seem unlikely"
smiled Mrs. Scoville over Phoebes EN-.
| barrassed head.
II dislike every eligible young man."
laughed Mr.. Sweet good uaturedly.
In the grand stand Phoebe felt glow
Of interest in Mrs. Scoville's handsome
nephew, George Belden, who appeared
in small sulky driving a dainty black
mare. He scanned the faces in the
grand stand and waved his cap toward
his aunt.
"Ah. there comes Sam, driving Dew
ey!' exclaimed Mr.. Sweet as a straw
whiskered man came into view on the
course. The horse Dewey, which had
won many a heat for its owner, was a
long, rawboned specimen of equine
flesh, but with an enormous power of
reserve strength that brought its home
ly nose under the line every time.
Sam saluted his employer. and Mr..
Sweet waved his hat and Phoebe fut.
tered a handkerchief. But her father
in her manner. Her eyes were not on
her fathers horse, but were following
the course taken by George Belden's
black mare.
IF you go back on Dewey, daughter,
shall feel that you have found anoth-
er sweetheart than your old dad" he
said in low tone, and Phoebes quick
nd I,E g.
satisfy him.
Presently they were away, and the
crowd on the grand stand held its
breath while there sounded the sharp
trot-trot-trot around the course.
From the very beginning Dewey took
the lead, and the other racers stretched
out obliquely on his left The black
mare Princess held her white nose close
to the left wheel Of Sans sulky. and
Phoebe discovered herself harboring
traitorous thoughts.
She wanted Dewey to win, and she
wanted George Belden to win. She
didn't even know him to speak to, and
yet she didn't want to see the look of
disappointment come into his eyes
tl size DluSutu dJ ueI ONu lOTWdTu-
ness in harboring such thoughts.
AS for her father, Mr.. Sweet had
taken the purse at the trotting course
for many years, and would he not be
disappointed if Dewey should fail him
this last year that he would enter him?
So Phoebe turned her blue eyes away
from the black mare'and fastened them
10, l.
erted all her mental powers to desire
that his homely old nose should once
more come under the wire in lead of
his fellows.
Princess is gaining-gaining! cried
Mrs. Scovile jubilantly, and then a
quick frOwn creased her forehead.
Dear me. Mr.. Sweet, l do wish
Georges mare was not running against
your Dewey! 1t makes it hard to be
impartial
Much obliged, Mrs. Scoville. l shan't
take it hard If the youngster wins out.
We old folks must retire some day.
It's got down to a race between Prin-
cess and Dewey after ALL"
Il know Georges heart will be bro
KEN" lamented Mrs. Scoville as Dewey
flew under the wire to a loud demon
stration from the crowd. He'd set
his heart on Princess winning this race,
and he was so confident that he plan
ned to take me on a trip to the noun
tains with the purse"
Pm sorry, ma'am," and Mr.. Sweets
eyes twinkled with pleasure in spite of
himself. But I'll promise to put
Dewey out to grass after this and give
the younger ones chance"
mo, no! That wouldn't be what
George calls 'sportsmanlike,' protest
ed Mrs. Scoville as they emerged from
the stand and waited near the gate for
George Belden's appearance.
When he came disappointment was
plainly written on his frank face, but
he swallowed it when he discovered
that Mr.. Sweet was Dewey's owner.
and with good grace he congratulated
the winner and was presented to
Phoebe, whose few words of regret at
the defeat of Princess seemed to COM
pensate him for the loss of the race,
for he regained his spirits Immediately
and proved to be a very genial, COM
panionable young man.
They paired off then, Mrs. Scovile
and Mr.. Sweet leading the way, while
Phoebe and George fingered along, be-
coming better acquainted as they view
ed the different exhibits and enjoyed
the simple pleasures Of the fair.
George Belden inspected Phoebe's
cakes and bread and gravely asserted
that he could see no difference between
those toothsome viands and his aunt's
products that had carried off the hon
ors. And Phoebe blushed and dimpled
and thanked him and confded to him
that she had been almost sorry to see
Dewey win the race-because-becau
she had taken such a fancy to the