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

matter2 IL won't be bit OF fun with
out you. Ellen and I made Il up ex
prcssly for you. thinking your father
couldn't object 20 candy pull"
81 can't help H. did the best I
could. waltstill always asks father
for me. but wouldn't take any
chances today, and spoke TO him my.
self Indeed. almost coaxcd him"
Hes regular old skin1lnt." cried
Mark. getting out Of the wagon and
walking beside her.
lnterposed. with some dignity. IL call
him n good many myself but I'm his
daughter"
"You don't look IT," said Mark admir-.
ingly. Come and have little ride.
won't you?"
ooh, I couldn't possibly. thank you
Some one would be sure to see us, and
fathers so strict"
There isn't building for half a
mile Just jump I'm and have a spin
till we come to the first house; then I'll
LET you out, and you can walk the rest
Of the way home. Come. do. and make
up TO me little for my dlsappmnt.
men.. I'll skip the candy pull II You
say the word
II was an incredibly brief drive at
Marks rate Of speed and as exciting
and blissful MS 1t was brief and danger.
Gus. Patty thought Did she imagine
II or did Mark help her into the wagon
differently from-old DR.. Perry. for In.
stance?
The fresh breeze lifted the gold
thread Of her curls and gave her
cheeks brighter color, while her
breath came fast through her parted
lips and her eyes sparkled at the un-
expected. unaccustomed pleasure. She
felt so grown up. so conscious Of new
power, as she sat enthroned on the lit
tie wagon seat Mark Wilson always
liked his buggies "courtin' size" so the
neighbors said that she was almost
courageous enough to agree to make a
royal progress through the village-al-
most. but not quite.
"Come on, let's shake the old Tables
up and start 'em talking. shall WEI"
Mark suggested. "l'll give you the
reins and let Nero have a flick OF the
whip"
mo, I'd rather not drive" she said.
'rd be afraid of this horse and. any
way. must get ont this very minute
yes. | really must. II you hold Nero
can just slip down between the wheels
You needn't help me-"
Mark alighted Notwithstanding her |
objections. saying gallantly, u don't
miss this pleasure. not by a jugful.
Come along. Jump
Patty stretched out her hands TO be |
helped. but Mark fOrestalled her by |
putting his arms around her and lift
ng her down. A second OF time only /
was involved, hut In that second he
heck. her cheek that had never felt
he touch Of any lips but those Of
Naitstill. She pulled her sunbonnet
'ver her flaming face. while Marx.
With gay smile Of farewell, sprang
nto the wagon and gave his horse
rec rein.
Patty never looked up from the road.
nut walked faster and faster. her
cart beating at breakneck speed IL
vas a changed world that spun past
er. Fright. triumph. shame. delight.
ratified vanity swan over her in turn.
a few minutes later she heaYd once
lore the rumble Of wheels on the road.
was Cephas Cole driving toward
er over the brow of Saco hill. Hell
ave seen Mark" she thought. but he
ant know I've talked and driven with
i'm. Ugh! how stupid and common he
,Oks-
II heard your father BLOWN the
upper horn jest as ] come over the
ridge remarked Cephas, drawing up
the road. -Iie stood In the door
ard bIowin- like BedIam. | guess
pure late to supper"
an be home In few minutes" said
atty, ~ sDt DELAYED and ain. a little ! /
'I'll turn right round II you'll \
( In and leume take yOu back along !
piece. It'll save you a good five min. !
.es." begged Cephas abjectly. ,
"All right. much obliged. but it's
,ainst the rules and ven must drOn
e nj the foot Of our hill and let we
ak up"
Certainly know the deacon, m
MT huntin' for trouble any more'n
u be. though Id take Il quLek enough
you Jest give me leave. I amt NO
ward. an could tackle the deacon
morrow IL 50 be l had anything to
k him."
This seemed to Patty a line OF con
rsation distinctly TO be discouraged
der all the cirvumsta nces. and she
led to keep Cen1as on the subject OF
5 daily tasks and bis mothers rheu-
atism sntll she. could escape from his
erappreciativ0 society.
How do you like my hast jobf" he
quired as they passed his fathers h
'use. "Some think I've got the ell a
tie dite too yaller, Folks that amt
veP handled a brush alters think they \
IN mix paint better n them that
lows their trade
III your object was to have every