The central record. (Lancaster, Ky.) 18??-current, 1916-03-02
WHITE ACRES
BY epwiNA FAxoN.

that were hard to bear
A touring car stopped at the cato
and a man got out Miss Lowell. I
believe" he said.
"Yes!" she answered abruptly.
He came up on to the veranda be-
side her. Il am Horace Davidson.
and represent the Burlington and
Hartwell road. But I've no doubt you
have already guessed my Identity.
I'm sorry II kept you waiting. We
had . blowout Dsucedly cold. isn't
IT. Shall We 90 inside!"
1T IL colder In there. Besides. our
business 10 outside. I believe"
The wind was screaming so he had
to stand quite close to catch her
words. An uncommonly pretty girl.
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 a 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have It withdrawn"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 IT,
ITO begin with. 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 II II II is ex.
planned to him that the road got its
right OF way under false pretense. that
the track cut my fathers farm In two
to begin with. and that the raising OF
It made II impossible 10 pasture q
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 . summer hotel
and petitioned the company for a sta.
ton. But that WIS refused. too. He
was ruined financially and In health.
He was too old TO stand the blow.
and he died.
Horace Davidson IVES silent awhile.
Then. why don't you ssil the placsf"
Il would II I eoxla- No one will
have II with that ugly rsissd track In
the wrong place"
He saw that she was sAakins with
emotion and cold. "Miss lowell" he
said more kindly. "aftar all Il was
foolish Of me TO ask you to msst me
out here. We can talk better In my
once In town"
The next morning. Horace Davidson
wss having trouble about . button
which had disappeared from his over.
coat.
Evelyn" he begged his married
sister. will you sew . button on my
overcoat II you happen to have any.
thing at all that will match7"
Such shiftlessness! Where's your
tailor! Take II up to the sewing
'oo INC pIUper pace Tor sucn oper
"',o"' iou" "nu 'oneone there.
So Horace went upstairs and aioug
q hall to a remote corner OF the great
house. where he had q vague idea the
sewing room was. An open door
through wnicn q hsht shone and the
rant "hir OF machine were MS
suiaes' ana ne soon round himself
watehihs a girl her mead ana Shout
uers peh' over the machine, a dark
'siAnu IN o'''ows upon o'iiows Oh
'no"iS'~n''e SUN
Deg your pardon. said Horace.
ine WIFI stopped ana the gIi
looheo AROUND. IL was hathieen Low
gu. one sprans up, instantly recos
hiA'hs MN. mr. DAVIDSON how
you s.ar'iea me- won't you SIT
uomn
hanA yol' MISS lowell we seem
. 70 meet 'n whi,e acres al
'nousn ! must say tnis iahdSeape IL
i"er 'ian ,ne las, one 10 eh'
piai" my errano .his unie' was toid
~ 'o,ae mere 70 nave button sewea
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Su' sno ''"' "' nA' "ee'' ho'''ns oh
pa.u'a s, ., 80,
a. :, .,..s. nasau oi'ai,y' III
w. " away ii"'o 'ou 'he ou''
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W ,Ao'e n'e"'
DO ono around that would match.