Pierre weekly free press. (Pierre, S.D.) 1889-19??, 1916-12-07

WaS quite & ana excited about the
strange village to which they were
coming. Its outlying farm houses were
q! 20 clean n white, with green
blinds folded placidly over their front
Windows, and only their back doors
asfir. Tho 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 the
night before that she would have
walked and talked thus today with her
bridegroom she would have laughed
MIN 70 scorn. But now all unconscious
" she had drifted into an attitude OF
iriendliness with the man whom she
g 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 u, and still saw no signs of q
restaurant. A postoffice, a. ouple of
stores ~ q bakery made up the bust
ness portion OF the town. and upon
inquiry 1t appeared that there was no
pubic eating house, the one hotel OF
the plD.e having been sold at auction
tue week before on account Of the death
Of the owner The early village loung-
ers stared distinterestedly at the
appearance in their
miast OF "a couple Of city folks
with their luggage and no apparent
e OF transit except their w
delicately shod feet. 1t presented a
problem too grave to be solved mas
sisted. and there were solemn shakings
0I the head over them. AT last one who
discouragingly stated the village
iaGk OF a public inn asked casually.
He a runaway"
oh, not" laughed Gordon pleasantly
VVe didn't travel with horses"
he'd q puncture, then" ~nnounce
the village wiseacre, shifting from one
foot to the other.
wall, you come the wrong direction
70 elt help,' said another languid list
enei.a.Ihur amt no sarridga here. The
Teller used to keep it Skipped out
with Sam Galt's wife a month ago
1ou,d ought to "a turned back to Ash
Vliie. Ihey got a good blacksmith there
can tinker We up"
lis that so?" said Gordon Interested
". We'll now that's too bad. bur ner.
maps as IT can't be helped we'l have
ahead and how far?!"
Sugar Groves w mile further. on.
n Missions Ave. They've got a gar
ridge II q RESTRAINT to Milton, but
tnat,s only the railroad built a
junction there"
.Ha any n here a conveyance [
could hire to take us to Milton" aues-
toned Gordon, looking a~nxiouslv shout
the indolent group.
Wouldn't want to drive to Milton
TOT less'Isa $6..ss declared a lazy youth
after o. suitable pause.
Very we'll" said Gordon. How soon
can you be ready, and what sort OF a
rig nave yous Win It be comfortable
for the lady?'
The youth eyed the graceful woman In
her dainty city dress scornfully. His
oWn country lass was dressed far pref
tier TO his mind; but the eyes OF her.
80 blue. like the little weed-fiowers at
ner breast, went to his head. His
tongue was suddenly tied.
iLs Ri right! It's an goods youth
gei.a volunteered sullen faced man
halrsitting on q barrel. He was
tof a.type who preferred to see fash
ionableM ladies uncomfortable,
me out departed for his team
q after some Inquiries Gordon found
that he might be able to persuade the
owner OF the. tiny white colonial cot
the street to prepare q snack
Tor himself and Ills companion. SO
IneyA went across the street and waited
40 minutes In q danl little hair cloth
parlor adorned In funeral wreaths ana
knit tidies..@for a. delicioueabreakfast OF
p0ached eegs coffee. home made bread,
butter like roses. and d comb OF amber
honey. 70 each the experience was 4
new onc,. and they enjoyedait together
sneak volumes OF comments in the
midst OF the old ladysSvolubility. I'm
conSct0usly by ihcttT experiences they
were being brought into sympathy with
srig, when 1t arrtved Ii the
door. driven BY n bl1shtng youth
proved y high spring wagon with
Euro seats. m the one Is yonth