The Press., 1913-04-09
 First Prize Success Follows a Failure
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By CLARISSA MACKIE

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 vehicles of every description. from thE
 humbIest box wagon to the highly var
 uished and luxuriously equipped mo
 tOrcar.
 Inside the grounds there was as
 great dissimilitude among the people
 wandering from one exhibit to anoth
 CT. streaming in and out of the side
 shows or gathered in the refreshment
 tents.
 Phoebe Sweet had arrived that morn ing in her fathers comfortable two seated carriage, all the available space about her piled with daintily wrapped boxes, for Phoebe always exhibited at the Corinth county fair. and her DreaO and cake and canned fruit always car ried away the first prizes.
 Today had been an exception now ever. for one by one the coveted prizes had been awarded to another e1- hibitor, who in years past had been among the vanquished. and, although Phoebe had smiled bravely as she saw her products passed by. she was Dit terlv disappointed at the outcome. ..
 Her father. arriving at the building too late, found her at the door, flushed and rather dejected. Same old story' Phoebe. birdY' he asked affection ately.
 She shook her head dolefully. What is the matter with me. father? didn't take a prize-not one!"
 "Why-eeee"' exploded MT. Sweet. aghast. What in thunder are those fellows thinking about anyway? What do they know about bread or cake or pies. eh? Let me have look.
 He was about to pass her when Phoebe caught his shoulder and shook him laughingly.
 Its no use. father. dear. Mrs. Sco- ville's products really are superior to mine. Let us go back and look at them. and please don't let any one know we are very much disappointed.
 "I'Il look as glad as can that Mrs. What her-name has carried off all the h0nors.' smiled MT. Sweet as he led his daughter down the building to the exhibit of domestic productions.
 A few people were gathered about table on which were set forth several loaves of beautifully baked bread. some toothsome frosted cakes and a row of vari-tinted canned fruits tall, sunburned young man was speak ing to short. plump. motherly look ing woman.
 "You've carried off honors for the family, Aunt Sabrina." he was saying cordially.
 Good land. George. I'm almost ashamed to have taken 1t. That pret- ty girl almost cried when they passed over her things with just honorable mention.' There's so few girls who can cook nowadays that they ought to be encouraged instead of an old wOm- an like me stepping in. declare. there she is nowr' ......
 Phoebe had heard the frankly spo- !:en words and had flushed warmly. Mr. Sweet smiled good naturedly. and the woman, who was Mrs. ScOville, stepped forward with a pleasant, win hing smile. - .... ..... .,a
 "You heard what said," she remark ed. holding out plump hand to Phoe- be. And l meant it too. Your things look beautiful, and I'm sure they taste as good as they look"
 "Thank you. Mrs. Scoville. you are too kind" said Phoebe gratefully. "This is my father; dad, this is Mrs. ScoviIle. who carried off the prizes this year. We must congratulate her" .
 Mrs. Scoville warmly insisted that PhOehes dainties were as good as her own if not much better, and much time was spent in comparing the two ex- hfbits. ..
 ''I used to see you carrying off the prize every year, said Mrs. Scoville at last. ''and I told George, my neph- ew. that 1t was too bad girl should carry of highest honors every year. so pitched in and tried for the prizes. and now that I've got them all don't feel mite better. I feel just as you overheard me telling George. And, by the way. where is George?" She look ed around for the sunburned young man who had been talking to her.
 "If he was the tall young chap who was talking to you when we came mp saw him going over toward the rare track" remarked MT. Sweet.
 ''Oh. dear me! Of course he would be going there at this time. His little mare Princess will be in the three-year- old trottng class. Would you care to go over and see the racer"
 "W'c expected to. I've got horse In 1t myself" said MT. Sweet. My hired man is going to drive"
 George will drive himself.". observ- ed Mrs. ScOville as they walked across the grass toward the trotting course "l do hope Princess will win. He's so fond of her and has set his heart on winning this rnca' Phoebe. walking silently beside the two older people. looked like q pretty flower in her sheer white dress. from which her pink face. under lacy white hat. trembled like wind blown blossom. Child:ess and widowed Mrs. SrOville looked at the girl more than once as Mir. Sweet told of how cleverly his only child managed the motherlesa household.
 "I don't know what l shall do if Phoebe ever gets married" he ended. with sigh.
 And that does not seem unlikely" smiled Mrs Scoville over Phoebe's em- barraSSed head
 Il dislike every eligible young man." laughed MT. Sweet good naturedly.
 In the grand stand Phoebe felt glow of interest in Mrs. Scoville's handsome nephew. George Belden, who appeared in small sulky driving 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 it's owner, was a long. rawboned specimen of equine flesh, but with an enormous power of reserve strength that brought it's home