The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1913-04-19

conspicuous, and his own anatomy felt
fairly we'll pared from the accident.
quite en- ugh to demand sympathy.
Il don't think he would want to 60
to the hotel Mr.. Dixon" said Evalora
flushing slightly. but speaking 40 old
Steve's daughter should. He's an old
friend of ours, and Q neighbours boy.
wish you would phase take him home
for me, and some one look after the
oxen. Then you can settle with him
yourself for the wagon and slabs.'
We'll. If you say so, Miss Kline
cott-"
Il do say so. I'm going with you to
look after him"
1t was strange drive over the long
road. Tom Dixon at the wheel. and
Evalora looking after the unconscious
youngster. Once she directed him to
turn and make for a doctors house
down the road. They took him along
with them up to divers farm.
Anything more I can do?" Tom
asked, after he had waited for the doc
tors verdict, and left check that GOV.
cred the damage. Can l drive you
back. Miss Evalora?"
Evalora stood at the kitchen door
Beside her the double hollyhocks grew
as tall as herself. It seemed as II they
turned their ruby hearts to her in wei
come. Her hair was rumpled and
wavy, her cheeks flushed, her sleevei
rolled high to the elbow.
Il don't think Id better go back
thanks she said. happily. "If yor
take the doctor with you, and stop al
the sawmill and tell father what's hap
pened. he'll come up and help. too"
II don't think It's necessary. all this
fuss. He's all right now" said Tom
sulkily.
II know" Evalora returned shyly
but you see, he's our own folks. and
We like to look after him.
She waited until the buzz and hum
Of the motor had died away far dowr
the hill road before she went back te
the couch where they had put Oliver
He was bandaged until he looked like
q turbanned Hindoo, but he smiled VI
at her.
81 heard what you told him, Eva
lora."
We'll, that's Just what father'd say
isn't it," She pulled a blue shade
down to keep of the late afternoon
sunlight.
Sit down here" said Oliver. ~
want to tell you why ] went up there
fodov nm tho 1onv r0odu
Evalora said nothing. She took the
low rocker beside him and fingered the
pieced courthouse steps quilt on the
bed. There were some pieces Of her
dresses there when she had waited for
Oliver down at the sawmill on the way
to school. He had always carried hel
little tin lunch pail those days. Some
times they had stopped at the bars
lower down, and "peeked" inside to
see what surprise her mother had
slipped in. berry turnover or dough
nut with Jelly inside. She shared her
treasures with him then.
Then had come her schooling, frs,
at the high school in nearby town
and later up at Normal. She hat
slipped out of his reach for little
while. 1t had been this summer at the
big hotel that had taught her where
life ran in sweetest places, and she
had tired of all the shams and petty
battles Of that daily round. Life was
what one made 1t, and the makings lay
in ones own heart, as Oliver would
have put it. She could have her book.
and music up at the hill farm. with
peace and plenty and-him.
II know why you came" she wills
pered, Just to get me-"
Would you have come along ii
hadn't got all smashed up?" There
was a whimsical touch of longing in
his tone. Would you. girl?" He
reached out one arm towards her, and
drew her to him. TITS a rough road
to travel, the long one. but I'm just
starved for you, Evalora. know
amt the sort of fellow you ought tc
marry, but"
Her hand was pressed firmly over
his lips.
IL don't like the other kind" she
said, softly.
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