The Idaho recorder. [volume] (Salmon City, Idaho) 1886-1927, 1914-06-18
CHAPTER XIV.
katharine OeeIdea.

N'@iiUS cS@i4N9s
Katharine left the field OF Runny-
mede with John Valiant In the dun
colored motor She sat In the drivers
seat beside him, while the bulldog ca
peTed, ecstatieally barking from side
70 side OF the rear cushions Her
father had declined the honor. remark.
Ing that he considered professional
chauffeur sufficient risk OF his valua-
Bile life and that the Chalmers grays
were good enough for him-a decision
which did not wholly displease Katha-
rine.
The car was not the smart Pan
hard In which she had so often spun
down the avenue or along the shell
roads OF the north shore. II lacked
those fin.de-slecle appurtenances which
marked the ne plus ultra of It's kind.
an her observant eye recognized; but
II ran stauneh and true. The powerful
hands that gripped the steering wheel
were brown with sun and wind. and
the handsome face above II had a look
OF keenness and energy she had never
surprised before. They passed many
vehicles and there were few whose oc.
tupants did not greet him. In fact.
As he presently remarked It was a
saving OF energy to keep his hat on
and he tossed the Panama into the
rear seat. On the rim of the village
a group raised a cheer TO which he
nodded laughlngly. and further on
little old lady on a timid vlnecolored
porch beside church. waved a black.
mitted hand to him with a sweet old
time gesture. Katharine noted that he
bowed to her with extra care.
That's Miss Matte Sue Mabry," he
said, the quaintest. dearest thing you
ever saw She taught my father his
letters"
Where the Red Road stretched level
before them. he threw the throttle
open for u long rush through the
thymy scented air. The light, late
afternoon breeze drew by them, sweep
Ing back Katharine's graceful sinuous
veil and spraying them with odors OF
clover and sunny fruit. They passed
orchard clumps bending with young
applea. boundless aisles OF green,
young tasseled corn and shadowy
groves that smelled Of fern and sassa-
fras. opening out into more sunllghted
vistas oyerarched by the intense pene-
trable Of the June sky.
john Valiant had never seemed to
her 30 wholly good to see, with his
waving hair rufrllng In their flight and
tho westering sun shining redly on his
face Midway OF this squirt he looked
at her to say Did you ever know u
more beautiful countryside See how
the pink and yellow of those grain
nelds fades into thu purple Of the hills.
Very few painters have ever captured
a tint like that It's like raspbCrrles
crushed In eurdlcd milk"
I've quite lost my heart to Il ALL"
she said, her voice jolting with the
speed OF their course. ITS a perfect
pastoral 80 different from
our terrific city pace OF
course II must be tribe duh az times
seeing the same people al
Ways aud without tS. thea.
tot anu the opera ana Tue whtrt about
one-hut the k4nd OF life
one reads about in tho nov
oils OF the South. YOU know
| suppose one doesn't realize that IL
actually pStsts until one comes 10 a
southern place ike this And the
negro servants How odd Il must be
to have white hatred old darky in a
brass buttoned swallow tail for but
her So picturesque At Judge Chal
mers' have a teellng all the time that
I'm walking through stage re-
hsarsal
The car slackensd speed as Il slid
BY a white. washed cabin at whose Gu
trance sat a dusky gray bearded ag
ure Valiant pointed 10 YOU see
him = he ASKED
I ses very ordinary old colared
man sitting on the door step" kAtha
r,Re replied
That's Mad Anthony. our local
Mother Shlpton Hes prophet ana
seothsayer Uncle Jcaersan that's