The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1914-05-01

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there's Mark Wilson, he's tile best
dressed and theeonIy zone tiatis been
to- college. Heelo6ks at me all the
! time in meeting sand daskeddme IL
/ wouldn't take aGwa1k sener Sunday
afternoon knowgh9 planned Ellen's
party hoping I'd tb6ethere. Goodness
gracious, / do believe that is his horse
coming hehind met There's no other in;
the village that. goes at such a gait"
I, 1t was, indeed dAidrk wilson, who all
ways drove, according gto Aunt Abby
Cole. cas- If he was geihilfora doctor"
He caught up with Patty almost Id
the twinkling of an eye. but she was
ready for him. She had taken off her
sunbonnet Just to twiri-' it by the
string, she was so warm with gwalkh
ing, and Ina jiffy she had lifted the
clustering curls from her ears, tucked
them back with single expert moves
nent ana ,disclosed two coral pendants
just the4color of her eur tips and her
glowing cheeks.
"Helt0,a Patty the young man called
in bfdsdue country fashion as he rein!
ed up beside her What are you doing
over here? why aren't you on your
way to the party? I've been over to
Limfhgton and am breaking. my neck
to get home in time myself"
II am not going. There are no par.
ties for me" said Patty plaintlvely.7
Not goingl Oh. say, what's tile
matter? 1t won't .be+a'bft Of fun with
out You. Ellen and made it up ex )
pressly for you, thinking your father
couldn't object to candy pull
II can't -helpriti l did the best /
could. waitstifl always asks father
for me, but wouldn't take any
chances today. and 1 spoke to him my
self. Indeed, almost coaxed hlm.D
Hes "a regular old skindlnt," cried
Mark, getting out of tile wagon and
walking beside her.
You mnsn't call him Names Patty
interposed,a with some dignity ~ cali
him good many myself, but I'm his
daughter
You don't look it." said Mark admir-
ingIy. Come and have little ride,
won't your
"oh, couldn't possibly, thank you,
Some one would be sure to see us, and
fathers so strict"
There isn't building for half
mile Just Jump in and have spin
till we come to the first house; then I'll
letyou out, and you can walk the rest
of the way home. Come, do, and make
up to me little for my disappoint-
ment. I'll skip the candy pull If you
say the word"
1t was an incredibly brief drive at
Marks rate of speed and tas exciting
and blissful as it was brief and danger,
GUS, Patty thought. Did she Imagine
it or did Mark help her into the wagon
differently from-old DR.. Perry, for in
stance?
The fresh breeze lifted the gold
threat of her curls and gave here
cheeks a brighter color, while her
breath came fast through her parted
| lips and her eyes sparlled at the I'M
expected, unaccustomed pleasure. She
felt so grown up. so conscious of a new
power, as she sat enthroned on the lit
tie wagon seat Mark Wilson always
liked his buggies 'courin' si4e,p so the
neighbors said that she was almost
courageous enough to agree to make
royal progress through the village al!
most, but not quite
| Come on, let's shake the old tabbie5'
up and start Fem talking, shall we?'',
Mark suggested IN give you the
reins and Iet7Nero have flick OF the
whip"
mo, I'D rather not drive" she said
"I'd be afraid of this horse and, any1
way, must get out this very minute
yes, really must. If you hold Nero 1
hcan just slip down between the wheels!
You needn't help me-"
Mark alighted Notwithstanding her
objections; saying gailanty, Il don't
miss this pleasure, not by joyful.
/ Come along, Jump"
| Patty stretched out her hands to be
| helped, but Mark forestalled her BY
| putting his arms around her and lift
ing her down. A second OF time only
was involved, but in that second he
held her close and kissed her warm
cheek. her cheek that. had never felt
the touch of any lips but those Of
Waitstill. She pulled her sunbonnet
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