The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1913-02-17

reply, and The walk Wns ended IN eonst
strafnt.
There came q day when she set forth.
to search for the nest Of the bite
heron, whose favorite haunt was 81, the
long, marshy tangle in the willow
thieket. where Tanners brook ceased
its merry chatter and became slug
gish, silently lowing stream nnEiI It
emerged once more into the open mead
ow as noisy and sociable as ever.
Susanna had never ventured near
the marsh alone. and therefore she did
not know its treachery. She was look.
ing up into a ragged poplar for the
roughly constructed nest when her
feet left firm ground and sank into the
oozy marsh mud. She pulled out one
foot only tosfeel the other sinking still
deeper IN the mire. and finally the
free foot sank beside ii. and she was
quite helpless in the cold. grasp sof
the swamp. Twice she called for help
in quayering voice before the strong
+Halloo" Of Tanners farm hand re-
5sponded.
When he saw her plight he uttered
an exclamation of concern, and, plant
ing his feet on two firm hummoeks. he
grasped her firmly and lifted her out of
danger. I'm afraid you've spoiled
your Shoes" he said ruefully, bending
to wipe the mud from them with his
handkerchief.
Never mind the shoes. Mr.. George
said Susanna gratefully. "How can !
thank you for getting me out Of that
predicament? was walking along
with my eyes in the air. looking for
the nest Of the blue heron, when Issank
in the mire."
George arose to his tall height and
flung bis big straw hat to the ground.
Follow me and step wherever lido
and III guarantee to show the nest,
discovered it theother day" u
4 Independent Susanna, who had di-
rected things for herself the last seven
years, walked meekiy beside the farm
hand. who drew aside clump Of will
lows and said, 81 ook herei,. The blue
heron sailed of bis nest, DRAGGING Bis
ungainly legs behind lims Susanna
snapped a picture Of the nest with d
little pocket camera. and then tlfey
walked across the fields toward Hol-
denis orchard.
II suppose we may say we are sac-
quainted," smiled George whimsically.
but / would like to start square With
you. Miss Whitmore." He hesitatef,
and an anxious look came into his
bright blue eyes.
"Yes?" Susanna had crept under the
fence and was standing on the other
side now, overcome by an embarrass-
ment she had never felt before.
I'm not what 1 appear to be, Miss
Whitmore. j came down, here and
tackled farm iworlsein order to reglin
my mental ppise ana % hrepare fot q
Hard winters work. but II Silas TIM
,ner knew VIII, I really was he would "
have me around the premises. As fpr
his good wife and MISS Elorine -well...s,S
He whistled ruefully and looked away
toward the Tanner Homestead.
Susanna grew N Their pale. "Y6p
haven't told yet, she limited neryouslyt
feaFfGspf his Confidence iii
E0iI Eof course hitTentl / hope
you're not as narrow minded as fhe
rest eslenEl1at tin aatliaai lulsan acs
tori" He snapped out the word and
repressed grim smile as ne spoke, fol.
SUSANNA stafted, Violently 1.T won't
bite he added kindly. aaaT 5Sw
/ Neither will, q J." dashed Susanna
merrily, land ] am an. actresslg
"WhatT' His eyes were sparkling
incredulously, and he took a step for,
ward, 81 15If;oo1 l.-.f,,7Tl ~
susanna Rhitmofe. alias Susanna
Fay" + 49,
mot the Susanna FayT' he asked
helpIessly.
She nodded. And your
George Milbank. Why, I've been