The Brattleboro daily reformer. (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1913-1955, 1915-12-27
LOVE ON 4 MOUNTAIN
BY ELSA DORIAN.

ACCA4Ao ms lAG rAAAO III the east
honey, he said to Priscilla.
The girl looked down and a wistful
smile curved her lips She was pale
with the intense heat, but she knew
that the OLD mans sluggish blood was
chilled.
Priscilla stood on the doorstCne
locking off at the hills which billowed
away into a dim blue haze.
The thought that vas ever present
smote her sharply now If anything
happened to grandfather what should
she do? What could she do?
Teach school, of course. and there
were her domestic talents. Was she
not even now supporting herself and
her grandfather by the sale Of her
pickles and preserves, her canned
fruit, her potted mincemeat?
She could continue 10 do that, but
it would be horribly lonesome on the
mountain tOp-and unsafe to stay
/ there alone. Priscilla was young.
She iongod for pleasure. for love.
She bIushed at the thought, and
smiled as she remembered her moth
er's oft-repeated advice. DO your
- N-Nt@As anu lIOhG " III lLu YOU
out-no matter where you hide"
Fancy Love finding me atop OF
Rattlem mountain" laughed Priscilla,
as she took down shining tin pail.
IN the meantime, while I'm waiting
for him, I'll pick those blackberries be-
fore the birds eat the1a up
The farther side Of the field Dor
dered the woods, and the blackberry
thicket between was laden with fruit.
In the deep shadow of her pink sun
bonnet, Pricilla did not see the dark
clouds piling up in the southwest.
Suddenly came the avalanche of great
warm drops that soon became a heavy
downpCur.
Priscilla turned to fee.
a blackberry vine caught her foot
and she lc!l fuu laagth on the ground.
Horrible pains Garted through her
ankle IS she tried to wriggle to her
feet. Her elbows were deep in the
crushed blGck5crries from her over
turned pail.
Wait a moment" called a mans
voice, ard a pair of strong hands
gently lifted Priscilla from her igno-
bic position and set her upon her feet.
She WINGED. screamed and tainted
in her rcscuer's arms
'TLe--dickens, whistled the young
i man as lie staggered across the field
with his burden for he was small and
slender and, although muscular for
one of his build. he found Priscilla
10 light matter.
( He reached the little farmhouse,
: and, as he almost fell up the steps,
: the kitchen door opened and grand.
, fathers worried face appeared.
) What's happened to Prissy?" the
: old man Quayered.
/ "Sprained ankle, l think" painted
: Priscilla's deliverer as he laid hel
{ down on the sofa in the sitting room
: Got any smelling salts?'
! But Priscilla was recovering rap
idly Her eyes opened and met 6
: pair of very blue eyes in a thin
. brown face-a strong face, but a win
t ming one.
! Yes. sir" he was saying to grand
D father in the most respectful voice
\ here's my card / represent tht
: Pepperton Pickle and Preserve com
Z pany"
!. Priscilla sat up on the couch and
discovered that grandfather had re
moved her shoe ard stocking, and
with the aid Of her rescuer, was en-
|, gagged in putting a cold compress OF
: the damaged ankle. AS in a dream
" she saw the young man go out ant
9 return with a pail OF icy water from
n the deep we'll
l. He was painting as though the ex
}, ertion OF pulling up the well buckle
d was too much for his Duny strength
q Most of the story book heroes woul,
it nave brought in the well sweep #
a self on one shoulder.
d At that whimsical thought Priscilla
u laughed outright.
u There, knew you were all right,
cried grandfather, tucking q shaw
around her injured foot. Mr.. Cor
wells going to send the doctor u
the mountain" He leaned over an
q kissed his granddaughter.
Before leaving MIR. Conwell al:
:" closed the fact that he had bee
sent by the Pepperton Pickle and Pr
:, serve company to see Miss Bentl
with view to obtaining her service
as chief of their homemade" preserv
department
= Long after he had gone down tn
mountain, Priscilla lay on the sof
:, looking out at the sun blazing owe
!. the new-washed world.
10 He had promised to come bac
s. again and his eyes betrayed an intel
ton to return again and yet agai
until Priscilla bade him stay besid
her always.
" Grandfather sat nodding and dreaI
as ing about coming days Of affiuenC
70 when Priscilla should have her ow
~ pickle factory.
~ Ill., Priscilla ramafnh prad hl