The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1916-12-07
CHAPTER TX (continued).

LIN "a La NSoIiIlllOSOJ.
Don't let anything hinder you! DOM
let anything hinder you'll" suddenly
babbled out the little brook, and hi
gathered up his suit cases and started
on.
Il am going to carry my suit case
declared a very decided voice behind
him, and a small hand seized hold OF
Its handle.
II beg your pardon, you are mott" de-
clared Gordon in a much more deter
mined voice.
But they are too heavy for you
both of them-and the umbrella too
she protested. Give me the umbrella
then"
umbrella, rejoicing in his strength to
shield her and e her burdens. AS
she walked beside him, she remembered
wildly a morning when George Hayne
a made her carry two heavy baskets,
that his hands might be free to shoot
birds. Could this be the same George
Hayne?
Altogether, 1t was a happy walk, and
far shorter than either had expected it
to be, though Gordon worried not a lit
tie about his frail companion before
they came to the outskirts of the vii
lage, and kept begging her to sit down
and rest again, but she would not. She
was quite eager and excited about the
strange village to hic they were
coming. It's outlying farm houses were
al SO clean and white, with green
blinds folded placidly over their front
Windows, and only their back doors
ast1r. The cows all looked peaceful,
n the dogs all seemed friendly.
They walked up the village street.
shaded In patches with flecks of sun
shine through the young leaves. II
anyone had told Celia Hathaway he
night before that she would have
walked and talked thus today with her
bridegroom h would nave aughed
MIN to scorn. But now all unconscious
" n had drifted into an attitude of
friendiiness with the man whom she
mad thought to hate all the rest of her
life.
One long, straight, maple lined street,
running parallel to the stream. com.
prised the village. They walked to the
center OF IT, and still saw no signs of O.
restaurant. A postoffice, a couple Of
stores and a bakery made up the bust
ness portion of the town, and upon
INQUIRY 1T appeared that there was no
pupIc eating, house, the one hotel OF
the place having been sold at auction
the week before on account Of the death.
or the owner. The early village loung-
ers stared distinterestedly at the
phenomenal appearance in their
miast OF g couple OF city folks
Win tnelr luggage and no apparent
~delicately shod feet. 1t presented !
problem too grave to be solved mas
sisted, there were solemn shakinps
OF Lhe mead over them. At last one who
mad discouragingly stated the village
lack OF public inn asked casually:
lied q runaway?p
nOh, mol" laughed Gordon pleasantly.
0ldn't& fra vel yrifh Lore,z. - 49,
He'd a puncture, then" announced
Ine village wiseacre, shifting from one
foot to the other. :
wall, o come the wrong direction
70 git help" said another languid list-
ener. Thu amt no garridge here. The
leiIer what used to keep 1t skipped out
With Sam Cats wife a month apo
You'd ought to "a turned back to Ash.
vile. They got q good blacksmith there
can tinker We up
"is that so?" said Gordon interested
y. Wen now that's toe bad. but nor.
maps as It can't be helped wen have
g forget It. What's the next town On
ahead n how far?"
sugar Groves two mile further on
Milston's Ave. They've got q aar.
ridge q RESTRAINT to Milton hit
q only sence the railroad built q
junction there" 4
Has any one here a ~nveya I
could hire to take us to Milton? ~ cues
Toned Gordon. looking anxiously about
the indolent group.
4 wouldn't want to drive to Milton
for less'n SIS" declared q lazy Youth
after g suitable pause.
we'll said Gordon. How 500
can you be ready, and what sortgof q.
r1e have you VIII It be comfortable
for the lady?p
The youth eyed the graceful woman IN