Smyrna times. [volume] (Smyrna, Del.) 1854-1987, 1916-03-15

I'm sorry if | kept you waiting. We |
mad a blowout Deucedly cold. isn't
1t? Shall we go inside?"
1t is colder in there. Besides. our
business is outside. | believe.
The wind was screaming so he had
to stand quite close to catch her
words. An uncommonly pretty gin,
by Jove," he said to himself.
A shrill whistle sounded in the dis.
lance. and both turned quickly. A
big interurban trolley car appeared
around the curve OF the road and sped
on raised track across the open
space below them.
The suit comes up next week,
believe. began Kathleen.
Unless you change your mind and
have it withdrawn.
Why should II"
ITO begin with. l don't think you
have much chance"
is there no justice in the world,
then? What are courts for"
Justice" he answered No Judge
can see why a strip of track should
do any damage to a farm"
Perhaps he can see it IL II is ex.
planned to him that the road got it's
right Of way under false pretense, that
the track cut my fathers farm in two
to begin with. and that the raising of
1t made It impossible to pasture a
herd OF cows on one side with the
barn on the other. A culvert would
have cost US two thousand dollars,
and the company wouldn't pay It.
Further. when he saw in despair that
his big dairy farm was ruined. began
to have visions OF a summer hotel
and petitioned the company for a sta.
ton. But that was refused, too. re
was ruined financially and in health.
He was too old TO stand the blow,
and he died"
Horace Davidson was silent awhile.
Then. Why don't you sell the placer"
Il would II l could. No one will
have it with that ugly raised track In
the wrong place"
He saw that she was shaking with
emotion and cold. Miss Lowell" he
said more kindly. after all it was
foolish Of me to ask you to meet me
out here. We can talk better in my
office In town"
The next morning, Horace Davidson
was having trouble about a button
which had disappeared from his over.
coat.
Evelyn" he begged his married
sister. will you sew a button on my
overcoat If you happen to have any.
thing at all that will match?"
Such shiftlessness! Where's your
tailor? Take it up to the sewing
room. the proper place for such oper.
ations. You'll find someone there"
So Horace went upstairs and along
a hall &c a remote corner Of the great
house, where he had a vague idea the
sewing room was. An open dool
through which a light shone and the
faint whir OF a machine were his
guides. and he soon found himself
watching a girl, her head and shoul
ders bent over the machine, a darl
island in pillows upon pillows o.
snowly-white stun.
Il beg your pardon" said Horace.
The whir stopped and the cir
looked around. It was Kathleen Low
ell. She sprang up, instantly recog
MIXING him. Mr.. Davidson! How
you startled me! Won't you 81
DOWN."
Thank you. Miss Lowell. We seen
destined to meet in white acres. a
though I must say this landscape
warmer than the last one. To el
plain my errand this time, | was toll
to come here to have a button sewe
on. May I beg the favor?" He he'll
out the coat he had been holding o.
his arm.
Kathleen flushed. Certainly. II
do it right away. Have you the bu
ton?'
mo. / thought maybe there Nigh
be one around that would match.
I'm afraid not. They are very ODD
Oh. l believe-Why, yesl found on
in the station yesterday and put 1t
my bag. It's up in the schOolrooE
with my things I'll get It. You SCI
I'm the childrens governess."
He looked his surprise and inquir!
= This is extra-you sect" she e.
planned. Il teach days and sew nights
"And all this because the road ra
through your farm and ruined IT,"
She looked away and didn't answe
A new look had come into the man
eyes, stern and determined. Civ
me that coat. Miss Lowell. III Sc
on my own button" She handed
over wondering.
You 90 home now and stay II
rest OF the winter. When spring come
n move back into your home In the cou
o try. I'll answer for the road. I'm
a., atocthoIdar rnveaff 1 am going