The Calumet news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 1907-1938, 1913-02-05
The Magic Horn.
BY cLARIssA MAcklE.


| Woodbine draped the young iocusts
I along the fence. aud in places the wild
/ grape vines had dung tendrils across
| the intervening space until they formed
a green arbor overhead. The sand
yielded easily to the tread. ana on ell
! Their side OF the road there was haro
| beaten footpath. IL was road for
slow moving country wagons or for pc
destrians and had never known the ar
I rogance of Il motorcar
Rose Lewis fingered under the grape
vines where the sun filtered through
and cast pickering shadows ON her
white hat aud gown. Beneath the
hats brim her face looked forth IA
sweet as her namesakes. the wild roses
of the hedge Under her arm was
roll of music. for she had been giving
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 Ia
her head.
The thrush was singing on a tai!
wind bent chestnut tree, and as he
swayed 10 and fro. thrilled with the
ecstasy OF his own song. Rose paused
to watch him. When he had ceased
and had winged his way 10 the woods
beyond the girl still stood there en-
chanted by the bird notes from bouSh
and thicket until from the highway
that ran through the valley below
there came the melody of a horn. Rose
had heard 1t once before. Late at night
il had sounded directly under her viii
dow, and she had seen the flash OF
passing lights and the crunch OF auto
mobile tires i'm 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 If she hurried
to the end of the lane road she would
see il 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 thicket OF danger
Gus thorns. She certainly would not
go to the end of the road and see her
dream shattered by mud splashed
automobile filed with yelled and Cog
gled forms. .r+
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 flee
into the thorny thicket when there
was loud explosion, and the big ma
chine came to standstill In front Of
her. making her "A prisoner among the
thorns.
From the red leather cushioned seat
a solitary man sat and stared ut her
from behind big goggles until the truth
Of the situation burst upon him. Then
he flung aside cap and goggles, tore
off his linen buster and stepped down
into the narrow path. His handsome
face was wrinkled with concern as he
addressed her
I'm afraid ! nearly ran you down."
he said courteously. IF you will al
low me to assist you out of this mess
Of thorns-there. my knife will make
1t easier-why. your sleeve Is torn, and
I'm afraid the thorns have wounded
you"
Rose was too startled by the sud
denness of the accident to make re.
ply.
At last he cut an opening In the
thicket and gently extricated her from
the cruel brlers that snatched her skirt
and pressed against her rounded arms
Here and there on her sleeve was a
red stain OF blood
II hope you will let me administer
some remedies. I have n little case in
my pocket with everything to allay
pain. and-there. II you will roll up
your sleeve Il little-now. that ought
to give you some relief. I,riers are
nasty things" As he talked he was
dabbing ut the wounds with bits of alb.
sorbent cotton dipped I'm some antisep.
tic fluid produced from the medicine
case: then he applied nm ointment and
defty wound n strip Of gauZe down
the arm To the slender wrist. When
he had flushed he looked regretfully
at his completed work. very much as
IL he wished he could do 1t all over
again
THANK you so much" said Rose
shyly. 1t could have waited until
reached home. One Is often scratched
| by thOrns Ia the country"
"But I drove you into the thicket. and
I am responsible for your injuries" he
protested. with n winning smile. as he
snapped the little case together and
returned II to his pocket. I'm afraid
| frightened you too"
| - was frightened for the moment
You see. one does not expect motor.
cars IN the lane road"
~ should say notr' he calculated. ms
II suddenly aware OF his pretlicament