Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1914-03-19
CHAPTER XIV.
Katharine pseldss.

Katharine Deeidse
Katharine left -, field Of Runny.
mede with John aliant in the dun.
colored motor. She sat In tho drivers
seat beside him, while the bulldog ca
pered, ecstaticaily barking, from side
to 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 graya
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 50 often spun
down the avenue or along the shell.
roads of the north shore. 1t lacked
those fn.de-siecle appurtenances which
marked the ne plus ultra Of its kind,
as her observant eye recognized; but
it ran staunch ana true. The powerful
hands that grippeu the steering.wheel
were brown with sun and wind, and
the handsome face above it had look
of keenness and energy she had never
surprised before. They passed many
vehicles and there were few whose oc-
cupants did not greet him. In fact,
as he presently remarked. 1t was .
saving Of energy to keep his hat OF:
and he tossed the Panama into tho
rear seat. On the rim Of the village
. group raised . cheer to which he
nodded laughingly. and further on .
little old lady on timid vine-colored
porch beside church. waved black
mitted hand to him with 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 q 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
apples, boundless aisles Of green.
young.tasseled corn and shadowy
groves that smelled Of fern and sassa-
fras, opening out into more sunlighted
vistas overarched by the intense pens.
trable Of tho June sky.
John Valiant had never seemed to
her 20 wholly good to sec. with his
waving hair ru6ling in their flight and
the westering sun shining redly on hia
face. Midway of this squirt he looked
at her to say: did you ever know q
more beautiful countryside? See how
the pink.and-yellow Of those grain
fields fades into the purple Of the hills
Very few painters have ever captured
. tint like that. It's like raspberriea
crushed in curdled milk"
1--WE quite lost my heart to 1t all. =
she said. her voice jolting with the
speed of their course. ITS perfect
pastoral 20 different from
our terrific city pace. OF
course it must be tribe dull Ut times
seeing the same people a.
ways and without the thea
ter and the opera and the whirl about
one-but the kind of life
one reads about In tho nov
els Of the South. you know
I suppose ono doesn't realise that II
actually exists until one comes to Z
Southern place like this. And the
negro servants! How odd it must be
to have a white-haired old darby in q
brass-buttoned ewailow.tail for but
Ter! So picturesque! At Judge Chal
mers' l have feeling all the time that
I'm walking through q stage 10
hearsal''
The car slackened speed as 1t slit
by q white-washed cabin at whose on
trance sat dusky gray-bearded fg
ure. Valiant pointed. do you zee
him." he asked.
Il see q very ordinary old colored
man sitting on the doorstep" Katha
rine replied.
That's Mad Anthony, our Local
Mother Shipton. He's prophet and
soothsayer. Uncle' Je1crsor-that's