The Monte Vista journal., 1913-04-05

mother nx up the cut on your face"
They walked in silence to the Brown
| cottage. She saw them coming up the
road. and ran anxiously to the gate.
What has happened?" she cried. as
soon as her daughter and the aviator
! were within hearing distance.
This gentleman has fallen out OF
his airship, and he's badly hurt.
Hurry, mother, and getyour liniments
ready" explained Margery.
I'm afraid your daughter has exag-
gerated the seriousness OF my wounds,
madam. There are few cuts and
bruises" the aviator reassured her.
But I'll wash off some of the dirt. II
you don't mind"
Widow Brown took him into the
house and placed the spare room at
his disposal In a few minutes he
came into the kitchen where Margery
was telling her mother about the acci-
dent
My name Is Durant. Arthur
Durant." he said. Il don't know how
l can thank you for your kindness and
the first-aid-to the-injured service rem
dered 30 promptly by your daughter.
Won't you tell me who you are?
Some day I may be able to show my
appreciation"
The Widow Brown introduced her.
self and Margery. Mrs. Brown In
sisted upon having the young man
stay at tea; an invitation which he
lost no time in accepting. During the
meal. he entertained his hostess and
her daughter with thrilling stories OF
his aeroplane flights. The time flew so
rapidly that dusk had fallen before
any Of them realized the lateness OF
the hour.
Really, must. be going" an
nounced Durant. Il fear l have al
ready outstayed my welcome. Be-
sides, my men at the hangar are prob
ably securing the country to find me,
and think have been killed"
| He paused on the steps. and ex-
pressed his admiration of the GRIM
son rambler that hid the cottage be-
hind a blazing curtain.
MY have rose as "a remem-
brance, Miss Brown?" he asked
Would you really care for one?'
said Margery.
Better than anything I know Of"
he replied.
Margery broke OF a tender flower.
and with trembling hands placed 1t In
the coat OF the young aviator.
Thank you-very much-and good
bye" said Durant, lifting his cap.
and striding away hurriedly.
Margery watched him until his
broad shoulders melted into the sur
rounding dark There was a new and
tender light in her eyes as she slowly
entered the cottage.
Three months passed, and the whole
country rang with the exploits Of Ar
thur Durant. the greatest and most
daring aviator that ever guided an
aeroplane across the heavens. But
he had made a higher and more last
ing conquest than that OF the air.
Not many days passed after that first
afternoon in June until he had visited
the cottage Of the Widow Brown. And
on each occasion, with trembling little
hands. Margery Brown placed rose
in his coat when he went away. One
evening she placed something else in
his keeping for all time-her heart.
And tomorrow would be the wedding
day!
Bright and early Margery was up,
fitting here and there about the dear
old cottage to say farewell to her girl
hood and the simple honlely things
that had made 1t 80 happy. The
Widow Brown bravely kept back the
tears and a quiet, motherly smile hid
her aching heart.
At high noon a graceful aeroplane
swooped swiftly down, and SKINNED
lightly to rest in a field near the cot
tage. Arthur Durant stepped out OF
the plane and caught Margery In his
arms as she ran to him eagerly.
MY Crimson Rambler" he muir.
INJURED. as he kissed her.
And as they sailed away in the aero
plane, upon whose wings was painted
In dainty red letters the name of the
flower the man and the girl both loved
SO well. Margery snuggled close to her
lover and sighed happily.
MY knight" she said softly. THE
knight of my day.dre, ms
Copyright. 1913. by the Mcclure News.
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