The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1913-01-09
FIR VALUE RECEIVED
Mary Finds Out All About the
Farrleys, Disliked BY Her
Aunt.
BY GEORGIA LOTT SETTER.

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winter day seemed to gain rapidly IN
chill gloominess.
CHANGING up. he caught the flutter OF
a womans skirts at the side OF the
road ahead
why that" muttered Bob. must De
that little Waite girl Isn't It like Ola
Mary Waite to send that child to town
afoot a day like this
The Waites had always been hard'
close people. keeping much to them
selves in their gloomy. unpainted
homestead at the end of the pine lane
So when Mary Waite was left to spend
the latter part of her life. the last
survivor of her family. no one won
dered at her living alone and WORKING
the few cultivated acres of her farm
as best she might l'ut when II was
known that she had ;tni for little Molly
Waite. runaway iud Waile's only
child. to come and live with her, the
countryside was asog Muh conjecture
and curiosity.
She's almost helpless with rheuma-
tism." declared the neighbors. "or she
would never do it She wants the girl
to take care OF her YOU can depend
upon Waite getting value received
| for all the charity they give
Bud has been dead over five years.
and the girl has been looking out FOR
herself as best she could Wen. may
be she will find it as comfortable here
as she has been used to having.
And probably" they always ADDED
as a comfortable atler-thought, PROB
ably she is a Wet" herself and Will
! be a match for Mary Al Der OWN
1 game
All this passed through Bob Farm
ley's mind as his team, with BIG
strides, gained on the little figure III
! the road ahead
The girl ploddcd ON Indifferent t, his
approach Even when he drew up OBJ
! posite her she did not turn her head
Get in and ride" called Fob in his
big cheerful voice
The girl muttercd her thanks with.
out stopping.
But this is Miss Waite. isn't it,
I'm Bob W ley, your nearest neigh
Dor. YA can ride almost home. and
it is getting dark fast
She stopped then. and turned to look
at him timidly
At sight of the sweetness Of the
blue eyes, the sensitiveness Of the lips.
Farnley shut his teeth together saw
agcly What could such girl as this
be doing at the old Waite place?
The honesty of his face was rcassur-
ing. for she allowed him to lift her W
over the high wheel and wrap her il.
the warm robes without a protest
I'm afraid You will think me YER
stupid or very unfriendly" she sad
then. with smile. But you see.
am not used to the country In TIE
city We do no. accept rides FROM
strangers
Il did not think about that, an
SNNI'u i1oD NuN NJ lIouSIit VIZ
about your long Walk in the cold and
dark. it is going TO be- dark early 70.
night"
This is much better. thank yoe
But never rode so high up beiore
I'm not accustomed to horses
Farnlay asked questions and liz
enpd IN a sort 81 maze.
Oh no, she MAS not at all loncly
with the woods aud the poor haf
starved Ninter birds. and the dear
Soit-mluz2lcd calves with their g'r'a
eyes Thy didn't seem quite so ni,e
however when they had grown int
COWS with long horns. and she couG
MT quite help being afraid of horS'
though she knew il was foolish "
she took care of the stock. Aunt Mar,
was not able to get ont And she had
to walk to town because she did Bu'
know how to hitch or drive the team
such ignorance must seem dreadili
to country people?
Farnley took her to the foot OF ihe
lane.
Perhaps you had better not tel
your aunt about riding with me MIS-
, Molly" he said when he had lifted
, her carefully down. "She-doesn
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 hos,
beyond our lane?"
The Farnleys And the less yot
have to do with them the better" an
swered Mary Waite sharply.
: But Why"
1T is not my habit to talk abou
people," answered the older womar
piously. land I'm not going to begil
now. But II you live long enough
: you'll find there are honester peopl,
in the world than the Farnleys,"
1 One morning a week later as Moi,
was busy feeding the stock, she wa
alarmed by the sornd of steps through
the big barn.
d. Don't be scared" called Bob Farn
,eys voice cautiously. Il came To I'll
you I'm going To town at one o'cloca
You got to go. today"
Yes" said Molly, she wants me L