The citizen. [volume] (Berea, Ky.) 1899-1958, 1915-10-28

same way about their awful pickles,
said Dorothy. Then she added, Here
comes Bob"
Rob Masters sauntered up the path
and mounted the terrace 10 sink Into
an extension chair. Ills straw hat
spun dizzily from his fingers to the
grass.
IT'S hot on the water" he re-
marked
Did you ever meet young Perry
din Pickle" asked Dorothy.
Rob stared and then uttered loud
laugh. is that what you call him.
sis? We called him Dill Pickle
never minded II at all-fne. goodna'
tured chap awful grind, though
"They say he carried on the honors
OF his class" said Mrs Masters.
"They speak truly. lie carried on
the honors. all right-away from me
and the rest OF the fellows. didn't
have n took in on honors-old Dill
carried away the whole bunch"
Then IL is quite--possible?' asked
Mrs. Masters. with relief in her tones.
for the Pcrrydills were vastly rich and
nowadays money did cover a multi
tude Of sins.
Bob roared
"Possibleg Old Dill Picket Moth
or, dear. wait TIL you see him!"
81 was afraid So" murmured Mrs. 4
Masters, as she followed Dorothy into')
the house.
The next afternoon Dorothy Mas
tiers was walking through the pine
wood back OF the orchard When she
reached a favorite spot she gathered
an armful OF pine needles and put
them In the inviting seat formed by
five trees springing from a common
root. The great trunks were wedged
tightly together and formed a curious
and natural resting place.
| Dorothy sat down In the seat.
crossed her ankles. leaned back and
surveyed the snowy tips OF her little
shoes. In her lap was a book and
in the back OF her head was lazy
idea that she would like to meet the
impossible son OF the Perrydills-it
must be rather stimulating TO meet
someone who wasn't cut out by the
regular college youth paper pattern.
So she thought. and the thoughts
ran into dreams. halfwaking. and
Dorothy's black eyelashes swept her
pink-tinted cheeks and she almost
slept. When she heard voices she did
not trouble to lift her sleepy lids
| the speakers would pass behind the
trees and never glimpse her hiding
place. Besides that. no one but serv-
ants would be wandering about the
pine wood at this hour.
There was a rich smell of tobacco
smoke-Papa Masters had forbidden
James to touch his cigars. but the
footman was daily tempted thereto.
Footsteps paused and somebody spoke.
II was the crisp voice OF Miss Perry
dill
What a charming pose, ROY Isn't
she n perfect dear7"
! Another voice-such voice-Doro-
thy had heard John Drew and Henry
Miller in matinee love scenes, and
the voice OF the speaker was much
more deep and tender than any OF
these. But the words he uttered
so this is Miss Masters Monarch
Mustard" said the voice. musingly.
Roy Perrydill," chlded his sister.
III she were not asleep she would
hear you"
| AS a matter OF fact. my dear Lima.
the young lady Is not asleep at all;
she Ia listening to our compliments.
Dorothy's eyes few wide open with
indignation.
Il am sound asleep" she contended.
bravely. II haven't heard a thing you
said-except about the mustard
Both the Perrydills laughed and
were instantly sobered ms they real
ized that Miss Masters was deeply Of
Tended II not hurt. Her pretty hands.
gay with jewels. were before her love
ly eyes and her shapely shoulders
shook convulsively.
Lima Pcrryd!ii dropped down on her
knees beside the woe-begone figure in
I the tree chair while her handsome
brother growled at his own witless re-
marks.
Dear, don't cry" soothed Lima. put
ting a slender hand under Dorothy's
chin. we were only In fun ana
really believed you we're asleep. As
for Roy. here-he IL incorrigible. Roy.
you must beg Miss Masters pardon"
With pleasure he was beginning.
contritely. when Dorothy's hands came
down and chung tightly 10 Lima Perry
dill's. But Dorothy was not crying;
she was flushed with laughter. and
her eyes sparkled merrily With one
| graceful movement she was on her
feet and shaking hands with Mr.. Roy
Perrydill.
1T was the Monarch Mustard that
made me laugh" she said. with engag-
| ing frankness. I've been calling you
the Perrydill Pickles and II is a revel-
alton TO me To learn that people still
connect us with Masters Mustard
we've been so snobbish about Il, tool"
They all laughed then. and the three
found each other so agreeable that
when Bob Masters intruded upon their
merry chat he could not believe that
they had never met before.
So together the four young people