Walker Lake bulletin. (Hawthorne, Nev.) 1883-1926, 1915-05-01

old lady hadn't quite shut the door
after her, and the wind had pushed
it back without the cripple being
aware of it. There she sat, almost
doing, and the poulticed foot looking
as big as a beer key.
"Ahem! Ahem!"
ooh, myi"
1t was a young man in the act of
lifting his hat, and he stood fairly
in the door.
II called to see" he began.
you must go right away, sir"
Couldn't l ask"
mo, sir; go away"
Eyes, yes l beg pardon"
And with a look that certainly in
Guided that big foot he walked away.
Did he have black eyes and curly
hair? Did he wonder what allied her
foot? Did he suspect in the remotest
degree that great big girl like her
had met with an accident while chas-
ing calf barefooted?
In the girls anxiety she found her
self across the room and peeking out
as he walked away. She thought he
had a good figure, but had got no
further when a twinge caught that
foot and she had to go hopping back
to her chair.
"T know we should have liked each
other at first sight, and yet l must
have a foot on as big as barrel of
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think 1t was the sight of the foot that
scared him." she sobbed.
When grandma returned and was
told of the incident she said Il don't
know who on earth it could have been.
He lifted his hat, did hep
Most gracefully"
Then it wasn't any man living
within twenty miles of this. He
came to ask something, did he?"
HE did, but l choked him off, l
wish I'd let him say away Drat this
foot!"
81 suppose" said grandma, looking
very thoughtful, that providence
ordained that you should chase that
calf"
"And get that thorn in my foot?"
Eyes"
"And be laid up when a stranger
called?"
That's it, dear. That young man
saw you was a nice girl. He saw you
had met with an accident. You have
aroused his curiosity and interest"
Eyes, grandma, and them?
Hell surely be back again in two
or three days."
"And-and-"
IT guess I'd better change the poul-
tice. If providence has planned to
bring you two together she's goin' to
do it, unless you go and get stung on
the nose by a humble bee before that
foot gets well.'
That foot got we'll like magic. The
third day saw the patient hobbling
around and keeping eyes on the high
way.
you must not be too interested"
tcautioned grandma.
ooh, I'm all right" was the laugh
ing reply. TITS silly, as you say, to
think that anything romantic could
come out of that old scrapbook. If
anyone comes it will be a chicken
buyer or tin peddler, and as there
Is nothing romantic about them,
will take my book and go out in the
orchard"
But the man came, and was neither
after chickens, nor did he have wash
: basins and dippers to sell. 1t was
Mr.. James Brinkley, the artist from
the city, whose errand that day and
the day or two previous had been to
buy an acre of ground of grandma's
property to build him bungalow on.
In making short cut out to the
house the artist climbed the fence to
pass through the orchard and inspect
the fruit.
"Why-why-" exclaimed Miss Leo
: more, as she rose up as they came sud-
denly face to face.
. Have l scared you AGAIN." he
asked with a pleasant laugh. II was
; at the house the other day, you re-
member"
"Why-e-yes, and I had thorn in
my foot"
:, n thOiH. IHOuSul II ihi6he 10 %
stone bruise Mother had to poultlce
them for me when l was a boy"
The girl wondered If he would
further say that he got them by chas-
ing calves around, but as he did not
she dropped the subject and accom-
panied him into the house.
Grandma Pearson had long been
land poor and she was pleased at the
> opportunity to make a sale. When it
!. came down to naming figures the
| artist laughingly said:
"They call me rather hard man to
deal with, and perhaps l am. AT any
; rate, should like to know what goes
with this land"
} At this juncture Miss Leonore SEEM
ingly had her suspicious aroused and
silently vnpichad from tbo house