The citizen. [volume] (Berea, Ky.) 1899-1958, 1915-04-01
CHAPTER VI.
"Whst dreams may come"

done at last. The dishes wash
~ ed, the beans put in soak. tn,
hens shut up for the night, tn,
milk strained and carried down cellar
Patty went up 10 her little room will
the one window and the slanting walls
and Waltstill followed and said good
night Her father put out the lights
locked the doors and came up the
creaking stairs There was never any
talk between the sisters before going
to bed, save on nights when their IA.
Their was late at the store. usually on
Saturdays only. for the good takers OF
the village. as well as the gossips and
loafers. preferred any other place to
swap stories than the bleak atmos-
phere provided by old Foxy at his
place Of business.
Patty could think In the dark. Her
healthy young body lying not uncom-
fortably on the bed of corn husks.
and the patchwork comforter drawn
up under her chin. she could think.
but for the first time she could not
tell her thoughts To Waitstill She had
secret. n dazzling secret. Just like
Ellen Wilson and some OF the other
girls who were several years older.
Her afternoons experience doomed as
large in her innocent mind as II II
had been an elOpemcnt.
II hope I'm not engaged to be mar
ried to him. even IL he did The
sentence was too tremendous To be
finished even In thought. Il don't
think | can he. Men must surely say
something and not take 1t for granted
you are in love with them and want to
marry them. II Is what they say when
the ask that should like. much bet
ter shan being married. when I'm only
Jus. past seventeen. ! wish Mark was
Ii tie different. ] don't like his care
less ways. He admires me. | can tell
that by the way he looks. but he ad-
mires himself just as much and ex-
poets me TO do the same. Still. | sup
pose none of them are perfect. and
girls have to forgive lots of little
things when they are engaged. Mother
must have forgiven good many
way. Mark is going away for a month
on business. So | shan't have To make
up my mind just vet Here sleep de-
scended upon the slightly puzzled. but
on the whole delightfully."- complacent
little creature, bringing her most al
Turing and untrustworthy dreams.
The dear Innocent had indeed no
heed OF haste Young Mr.. Marquis de
Lafayette Wilson-Mark for shDrt-was
hot in the least gay deceiver or ruth
less breaker Of hearts. and so far as
known no scalps of village beauties
were hung 10 his belt. He was n lika-
BILE. light weight young chap. as indo-
lent and pleasure loving as the strict
customs Of the community would per-
nit, and kiss. I'm his mind. most GER
tRinly never would lead to the aitas,
else he had already been many times
q bridegroom. Miss Patience Bakers
maiden meditations and uncertainties
and perplexities, therefore, were decid-
eddy premature She was a natural
born, unconsciously artistic. highly ex-
pert and finished coquette. she was
all this at seventeen, and Mark at
twenty four was by no means a match
for her In this field of effort yet But
sometimes in getting her victim into
the net the coquette loses her balance
and falls in herself. There wasn't a
bit OF harm In Marquis de Lafayette,
but he was extremely agile In keeping
out OF nets.
Waitstill was restless. too, that night,
although she could not have told the
reason. She opened her window at the
back OF the house and leaned out The
evening was mild. with a soft wind
blowing. She could hear the full brook
dashing through the edge OF the wood
lot and even the "kerchug" Of an occa-
sional bullfrog. There were great misty
stars In the sky. but no moon.
There was no light In Aunt Abby
Coles kitchen. but a faint glimmer
shone through the windows OF Uncle
Bart's jolner's shop. showing that the
old man was either having an hour OF
peaceful contemplation with no COM
panlon but his pipe OF that there might
be little group OF privileged visitors.
headed by Jed Morrill,. buslly discuss
Ing the affairs OF the nation.
waitstill felt troubled and anxious
tonight. bruised by the little daily tor
ments that lessened her courage but
never wholly destroyed IL. Any one
who believed implicitly In heredity
might have been puzzled. perhaps. to
account for her He might fantasti-
cally picture her AS making herself out
OF Der ancestors. using a free hand.