The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1913-07-29

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go name," he c1treat-
Peggy. SIR" she said again.
For a while the gentleman Of colo.
NAL days gave up the effort. He
danced with the colonial dame. She
was light as bit of thistle down and
knew all manner of dainty steps. As
midnight drew near the colonial gen.
tleman condescended to pleading. 1T
will soon be time to unmask. Surely
the fact that we are both guests at the
Markersons Is an assurance that I am
some one whom you may know. I give
you my name-it is Phillip Moore. May
I know yours, sweet, my ladyT The
colonial lady drew back from him
step by step. He followed, hts hand
outstretched. please" he begged.
She looked back over her shoulder.
Peggy" she said sweetly and van.
ished in the crowd.
Phil Moore spent the remainder of
the evening searching for the colonial
dame. He did not find her end went
home the more determined to search
until this winsome, teasing Peggy was
discovered. And SO the monehs swung
around to the month of lovers-June.
The road was q veritahle lovers
lane, EMPOWERED in roses, bordered
with daisies, and shut In by hedges
where the golden tendrils of love vine
clasped the green of the Indigenous.
Phil, swinging down the lane this
June evening, was glad tagat he was
alive. And now, as he swung down
the lane there was the rattle Of a cart
behind him and a voice broke into q
snatch Of song:
When first 1 saw sweet Eeggy, twas on
market day.
A low-back'd car she sat On upon truss
Of hay
Phil turned about az the rattle Of
the cart and the music OF the girlish
voice grew clearer. Down the narrow
road swung cart drawn by plod-
ding gray horse. There was no truss
Of hay, but on the low seat girl sat,
erect, her plant young figure sway.
ing with the jGlting OF the cart. She
was hareheaded and the sunset lent
dash OF gold to her brown hair. Her
head was tilted like the head Of q
saucy sparrow, and Phil caught the
glimpse OF a rounded cheek and Of a
dimple that twinkled alluringly at the
corner of her mouth. Peggy! Pills
heart beat high with delight and sur
prise. 1t was his colonial dame. Phil
lifted his hat. Good evening, Peggy"
Peggy eyed him and her dimple be-
gan to twinkle although her voice was
severe. twill you please get out Of
the way" she said, I'VE don't want to
trample you in the dust" She CHR.
ruped to the gray horse. Phil held his
ground. Peggy blushed. Are you
holdup lnan?' said she.
I'm going to hold you up until you
tell me who you are, Miss Peggy" the
amateur road agent answered.
A fy settled on the gray horses
flank. He lifted a restless foot and
Peggy leaned forward to flick the in
sect viciOusly with the whip. The
gray horse, thinking himself signalled
to proceed, trotted forward, and Phil,
seeing that he was really to be walked
over stood aside.
II know you," Peggy called to Phil.
II know that you have come down
to spend Sunday at the Cedars, even
though you didn't know that 1 am
stopping there. And know that you
couldn't end out who l was, though
you tried all winter. And it was jus. as
easy" she laughed merrily.
Who are your" Phil demanded.
I'm Miss Margaret Fowler now"
the teasing voice answered. "And .
spent the holidays with my sister,
Mrs. Markerson and went to the
fancy ball the night before had to
go back to school. But used to be
little Peggy Fowler-that was when
you were Just big boy. Maybe you