Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1913-06-10

White setter crouched to heel, ham
merless shotgun in the hollow OF his
arm, Douglas Gordon stood In the
middle Of q carefully kept orchard, De-
meath a large snow-apple tree, eating
the finest apple he had ever tasted.
Above his head the leafy branches
bent low with the weight Of deep red
fruit, until the very tree seemed to be
bursting into ruby flame. There were
six other snow-apple trees in the orch
ard, each heavy with the relocated
fruit, bushels and bushels Of perfect
snow-apples. '."t
And only yesterday could not buy
a snow-apple in the city," the youth
full hunter muttered to himself be-
tween bites. Il thought snow-apples
were extinct-their growth a lost art
and here Is a veritable treasure
house Of them"
II was no trouble to reach the bend
ing branches, and he filled the pockets
OF his hunting coat with fine apples,
then passed through the orchard to
weather beaten farm house which was
nestled at the bottom Of that little
pocket In the hills, out OF the way OF
the north and west winds, with a ht-
tie brood of dark gray barns about 1t,
and fine old naples, shaggy Of trunk
and mighty Of arm, guiding driveway
and yard. sH..,, ,..ra
1t was noon and the white setter
was both tired and hungry after long
morning Of tracking the wild grouse
in the tangled berry bushes and in the
second growth thickets bordering the
hill pastures. His keen nose told him
that there was lunch In the back
pocket of his masters worn hunting
coat, and just why anyone should stop
to eat an apple, even IL 1t was a beau
tiful ruby and white color, he could
not imagine. ""
Come right in," called CHEEKY
voice from the farm house in answer
to Gordon's knock at the door-frame
mo, thanks" bowed Gordon as
motherly woman FASTENED to the open
door. 1 just want permission to sit on
your warm, sunny porch, near this fine
tub OF running water, while / eat my
lunch" .. .. uin s.sH-lu,
Come right in ito tn table, an let
me get you a cold snack" begged the
woman. I'VE eat dinner pretty early
here, but guess can find something
for you" '..'
mo, thanks; I have my lunch"
smiled Gordon, "and have been help
ing myself to your snow-apples as
came through the orchard"
Abner Andrews threw down his pa
per, pushed his glasses to the top OF
his bald head and came to the door In
his blue stocking feet.
Better let me get you leetle ci-
DER" said he Il reckon you're tired
and hungry. Find any birds?
Quite a few, but couldn't hit them
leaves too thick" answered Gordon
as he filled the half Of cocoanut
shell with the sparkling spring water.
mo cider, please. would rather have
the water. We city folks rarely taste
such fine spring water as this"
"Cinda, can't you find some pie?"
called Abner, knowing mans weakness
for this delicacy.
Susan is gettin' it," called the
housewife.
The lunch which came from the rear
coat pocket was very, very light, as
BELTS a hunter of birds who has far to
10 In this age when game-birds are
SO very scarce, but 1t was enough for
both dog and man. Cinda Andrews did
not think so however, and neither did
her husband nor her pretty daughter
Susan. ...
Please, sir" began a soft, pleasing
voice behind Gordon. Please, sir,
wouldn't you like a glass Of milk?"
1t was Susan, tall, 1.-the and radiant
ly beautiful with perfect health and
vigorous youth. The sleeves OF her
plain blue calico dress were rolled we'll
UP over rounded brown arms, and the
neck Of the gown was tucked In,
displaying a handsome throat and
hint of a soft white bosom. Her
cheeks were delightfully."- pink, and her
even teeth of sparkling whiteness.
And. ah, me! when she smiled there
leaped a winsome, elfish dimple in one
pink cheek!
"why-yes-thank you!" stammered
Gordon as he rose to his feet and took
the glass in his trembling fingers.
He noted that her large eyes were
very, very blue and her abundant hair,
sun-kissed and autumn-red, was un-
like anything he had ever seen-a neb-
ulous, crowning glory Of coppery light.
And Susan flushed a pretty pink and
white when she poured the milk, in
sisted upon the hunters resuming his
seat upon the porch, and set the glass
pitcher down upon a chair within his
reach. In another second she was
gone. to return presently with plate
piled high with cookies and fruit cake
and two large pieces of golden
pumpkin pie. Setting the plate down
beside the glass pitcher, she tossed
one Of the cookies to the crouched set
ter, who was watching his master SO
anxiously and hungrily, but the dog
only shifted at the cake which rolled
against his crossed fore legs and turn
ed his black muzzle away.
why, your dog won't eat cookies?
Susan exclaimed in surprise. Il never
saw a dog before that didn't like
cake!"
He is passionately fond of cookies
answered Gordon as he unwrapped the
lunch.
Then why doesn't he eat it?"
Because he has been taught to eat
nothing handed him by strangers
nothing he finds lying about" explain
ed Gordon. In the city dog -poisoners
are all too numerous"
Gordon picked up the cooky and
pretended to examine it carefully
When he tossed 1t to the eager setter
with an "all right, old fellow" 1t dis
onneared in q twinkle.