Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1913-04-11
THE MAGIC
HORN
Their Dreams
Came True
BY CLARISSA MACKIE


The road wound sinuously between
tall hedges OF blackberry and cat brier.
Woodbine draped the young iocusts
along the fence, and In places the wild
grape vines had flung tendrils across
the intervening space until they formed
green arbor overhead. The sand
yielded easily to the tread. and on ell
Their side of the road there was hard
beaten footpath. It was a road for
slow moving country wagons or for pc
destrians and had never known the ar
rogance of motorcar.
Rose Lewis fingered under the grape
vines where the sun filtered through
and cast pickering shadows on her
white hat and gown. Beneath the
hats brim her face looked forth as
sweet as her namesakes, the wild roses
of the hedge. Under her arm was a
roll of music, for she had been giving
a piano lesson to the smallest Jones
girl, and the hour had been one of such
excruciating discords that Rose had
sought the lane road, hoping that the
song of thrush might obliterate the
inharmonIous sounds that still rang In
her head
The thrush was singing on tall
wind bent chestnut tree, and as he
swayed to and fro, thrilled with the
ecstasy Of his own song, Rose paused
to watch him. When he had ceased
and had winged his way to the woods
beyond the girl still stood there en-
chanted by the bird notes from bough
and thicket until from the highway
that ran through the valley below
there came the melody of n horn. Rose
had heard 1t once before. Late at night
1t had sounded directly under her win
dow, and she had seen the fash Of
passing lights and the crunch of auto
mobile tires In the road as the machine
whizzed past. and the sound had left
its impression upon her.
Now she started again as 1t echoed
through the valley, coming nearer,
nearer. She knew that II she hurried
to the end OF the lane road she would
see It pass, but she didn't want to see
It, Rose Lewis was dreamer Of
dreams, and she preferred to delude
herself with the fairy tales Of her
childhood. Now she laughed as she
told herself that It was the magic horn
of the fairy prince who was coming to
rescue her from a thicket of danger
Gus thorns. She certainly would not
go to the end Of the road and see her
automobile filled with yelled and cog
gled forms.
The highway crossed the winding
lane just below the tree where the
thrush had sung. The horn sounded
again, coming nearer, Its musical
chord trembling on the summer air.
Then with a cracking rush something
big and black invaded the winding
road. Rose had barely time to fee
into the thorny thlcket when there
was loud explosion, and the big ma
chine came to n standstill In front Of
her. making her n prisoner among the
thorns.
From the red leather cushioned seat
a solitary man snt and stared at her
from behind big goggles until the truth
Of the situation burst upon him. Then
he flung aside cap and goggles, tore
on his linen buster and stepped dowr
into the narrow path. His handsome
face was wrinkled with concern as he
addressed her.
I'm afraid ! nearly ran you down."
ne SAID courteously. IF you will al
10" me 10 assist you out OF this mess
ol thorrs-tnere' my knife VIII make
II easier-why' your sleeve Is torn, and
I'm afraid the thOrns have wounded
you
nose was 100 startled by the sud
uen"eSS OF 'ne accident TO make a re-
ply
AT laSt ne cut an opening In the
.nicket ana gently extricated her from
Ine cruei priers that snatched her skirt
ana pressed against her rounded arms.
mere ana mere on her sleeve was a
reu stalh OF Diood.
nope you wiz let me administer
some remedies. l have little case In
my pocket with everything to allay
pam anu-there, II you VIII roll up
youi Sleeve Httie-now' that ought
70 give you some relief. Brlers are
nasty tnings. As he talked he was