The citizen. [volume] (Berea, Ky.) 1899-1958, 1915-03-25

ICoulu Swing the Scl the SOS to heir
Ivory In haying time. I've only 'raked
after and ! want to begin on moving
sOon's | can. Then. somehow or other
the old toad came out from under the
steps. ] didn't see him. and the scythe
hit him square | cried for an hour.
that's what ! did and don't care who
knows it, except I wouldn't like the
boys at school to hector me. I've
buried the toad out behind the barn.
and ] hope Ivory'll let me keep the
news from Aunt Boynton. She cries
enough now without my telling her
there's been a death in the family. She
set great store by the old toad. and so
did all OF u.s.
Its too bad. I'm sorry. But, after
all. you couldn't help it,"
'No, but we should always look
round everywheres when we're cut
ting-that's what Ivory says. He saws
! folks shouldn't use edged tools tin
they're old enough not to fool with
EN-
And Rodman looked so wise and old
fashioned for his years that Patty did
not know whether to kiss him or cry
over him as she said: "Ivory's always
right. And, now, goodby. must go
this very minute. Don't forget the pic
MIC"
wontT' cried the boy. gazing aft.
er her. wholly entranced with her
bright beauty and her kindness. "Say,
I'll bring something. too-white oak
acornS. IL you like 'em. I've got big
bagful up after
FATTY sped down the long lane. crept
under the bars and flew like a Iapwing
over the highroad.
III father was only like any one
else things might he so different she
sighed, her thoughts running along
with her feet. Nobody TO make
nome for that poor lonesome little
boy and that poor lonesome big Ivory.
am sure that he is in love with
Waitstill. He doesn't know IT, She
doesn't know IL. Nobody does but me.
but I'm clever at guessing. / was the
only one that surmised Jed Morrill,
was going to marry again. should
almost like Ivory for myself. he il so
tall and handsome, but Of course he
can neTer marry anybody. He Is too
poor and has his mother to look after.
wouldn't want TO take him from
Waity. though. and then perhaps | /
couldn't get him anyway II couldn't, |
he'd be the only one! I have never
tried yet. but | feel I'm my bones.
somehow. that ! could have any boy |
10 EdgewOod or Rlverboro by JUS.
,rooking my fOre6nger and reckoning
10 him. I wish-I wish they were DIFF
ferent! They don't make me want to
beckon to them! Ny fore6nger just
stays straight and doesn't feel like
rocking! There's Cephas Cole, but
he's as stupid as an owl. | don't want
husband that keeps his mouth wide
,pen whenever I'm talking, no matter
whether it's sense or nonsense. There's
Phil Perry. but he likes Ellen, and
besides, he's too serious for me. And
here's Mark Wilson, he's the best
dressed and the only one that's been
o college. He looks at me all the
ime In meeting and asked me II /
take walk some Sunday
fternoon. ! know he planned Ellen's
,arty hoping I'd be there! Goodness
do believe that IL his horse
oming behind me! There's no other In
he village that goes ut such gaitp'
II was. indeed, Mark Wilson, who al
Ways drove. according 10 Aunt Abby
,ole, "as II he was goin' for a doctor"
lie caught up with Patty almost I'm
he twinkling Of an eye. but she was
eady for him. She had taken OF her
unbOnnet Just TO twirl ii by the
tring, she was SO warm with walk
ng, and in jiffy she had lifted the
clustering curls from her ears, tucked
hem back with a single expert move
nent and disclosed two coral pendants
ust the color OF her ear tips and her
,lowing cheeks.
"Hello. Patty! the young man called
d brusque country fashion as he rein
d up beside her. "What are you doing
,ver hereI Why aren't you on your