The Kenna record. (Kenna, Roosevelt County, N.M.) 190?-1924, 1912-12-13

such ignorance must seem dreadful
to country peoplef
Farnley took her to the foot of the
lane.
Perhaps you had better not tell
your aunt about riding with me, Miss
Molly" he said when he had lifted
her carefully down. "she-doesn't
care much for our family. and might
forbid your riding again. go to town
every Saturday"
Aunt Mary" said the girl that
evening, as they sat In the dim old
kitchen, "who lives in the first house
beyond our laneT'
THE Farnleys And the less you
have to do with them the better" an
swered Mary Waite sharply.
But why7"
1T is not my habit to talk about
people" answered the older woman
piously, and I'm not going to begin
now. But II you live long enough
you'll nnd there are honester people
in the world than the Farnleysl"
One morning week later, as Molly
was busy feeding the stock, she was
alarmed by the sound of steps through
the big barn.
Don't be scared" called Bob Farm
ley's voice cautiously. Il came to tell
you I'm going to town. at one o'clock.
You got to go, today?"
YES" said Molly, "she wants me to
go after groceries"
Then I'll be waiting at the end of
the lane. l hate to deceive anyone,
but there is no sense in your walking
that five miles this kind of weatherI"
1T doesn't sesm quite right" hesi-
tated Molly.
Right or not, you're not going to
walkl"
Molly thrilled at the note OF domina-
tion in his voice, and rode away be-
hind the black team.
Many things happened which the
girl never mentioned to her old aunt
After a big snow storm she always
found the path to the spring, where the
cattle drank. carefully opened. Hay
appeared over night as If by magic
upon the feeding floor SO that she need
not go up into the NOW. When the
wood began to get alarmingly low and
she started for the woods with an az
over her shoulder, she found great
pile OF freshly cut sticks ready for the
stove.
Neither did she mention any Of
these things to the young man on their
frequent trips to town, although they
talked together of many things.
One afternoon, when the sun had be-
gun to cut into the snow crust with a
promise Of spring, and the business
had been accomplished earlier than
usual. Bob stopped in front Of the
only theater the little town boasted.
Let's go in," he suggested. I'VE
have plenty of time"
"oh, mol" The girls face flushed
painfully.
why not?"
"I-dont look ht." She glanced
over her inexpensive. bedraggled at
tire.
See here, Molly" Bob's voice was
hoarse, II can't stand this kind of
thing. You're not the right sort of
girl to have to work like a man.
Don't you know l want to take care
of you. dear2''
"Oh," cried the girl, II cannot leave
Aunt Mary. no matter how queer she
seems"
The rode home in silence
Molly" said her aunt a few days
later, put on your things and go back
to the sap shanty. l see smoke com
ing from that direction. Some Of our
neighbors are none too good to help
themselves to our sugar bush now
can't get around"
AS she approached the low, old
building, Molly distinctly did see
smoke rising from the rude chimney.
A sleigh with two big tin cans Of sap
stood beside the door. and to the
sleigh was hitched the black team
which had given her SO many trips to
town. AS she crouched behind a tree,
Bob Farnley came out and carried two
pals of the precious sweet fluid into
the interior Of the hut.
The girl staggered back to the barn,
sick at heart. Could 1t be truef Was
Aunt Mary right7
Everything was all right" she said