Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1916-07-29

Are they goneY she whispered.
Eyes. They won't eat you now"
She flushed angrily and sprang up.
IT'S Just as natural for me to be
afraid Of cows as 1t is for you farmers
to dodge trolleys and taxis in the
city" she retorted. She picked up her
bag and brushed at her dress. I'm
hunting Maybens. VIII you please tell
me where they liver"
That's our house." answered Tom.
IF you give me your bag I'll take you
over. Did you see mothers advertise
ment for summer boarders?"
Eyes"
To herself Carolyn Wilson was say
ing, Il ought to be able to pay ex-
penses here! The people promise well
IL this one is a sample. | can send in
a story every day to the paper"
Carolyn wrote mornings and slept in
the afternoons, but after five o'clock,
when she made her daily trip to the
post office and Toms work in the
fields was done they had many pleas
ant times together. To Tom it was
heaven. To the girl merely pastime.
Tom was intelligent, she discovered,
and knew a lot of things. In fact, the
whole family was entertaining, and
Carolyn sent many a humorous quip
to her paper accompanied by pen-and-
ink sketches, at which she was clever
One Sunday, as she lay almost
asleep in the hammock. Tom picked
up a paper from the ground beside
her and started to read.
Suddenly he flung it down. That
rot is unkind and untruel" he cried.
"Those city chaps think it's funny to
write all kinds of things about us here
in the country. It's all exaggerated
and gives a false impression. One
would think that people who work
with their hands can't grow brains at
all, that we are an ignorant, stupid lot
made to be laughed at, when the truth
of it is we are doing the real work of
the world"
Carolyn sprang to her feet. 1t was
on her tongue to defend what she had
done, but Tom, with his blazing eyes
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And he was right! Her head dropped.
Yes! 1t is wrong!" she said sim
ply Tom" suddenly, I'm going home
tomorrow"
Tomorrow! Good heavens"
Yes, I've some business to attend to
and must go. VIII you come to see
me sometime, Tom?" very kindly. DO
you ever come to the city,"
"Yes!" he said after a pause. 81 do
go sometimes and I'll go to see you"
So Carolyn said good-by to the May
bens and Tom.
On Tuesday, she reported at the Of
fee, rested and ready for work.
Where's Stubbs?' she asked.
Stubs was a nickname for the editor
in-chief.
Not here yet"
Well, I'll wait inside"
Someone ahead Of you"
"Oh, that's all right. I'll have COM
pany"
She opened the door and went in.
There, in the editors chair, sat Tom
Mayhem. Carolyn went up close to the
desk and looked at him in silence.
Tom, too. seemed too paralyzed to
speak.
Then the girls sense Of humor tri-
umphed. "Helo!" she giggled.
What's the joke? | leave you on
Monday in blue jeans and boots. l
find you on Tuesday in a tailor-made
and spats. What's the joke?
Joke? There isn't any unless it's
for you to explain. What are you do
ing here?"
Il write for the paper"
$50 do l." he said. Scientific farm
ing stun. But I'm starting a magazine
for myself, so / came to your editor for
advice"
Bravo. Tom" cried Carolyn. Some
day I'm going TO beg your forgiveness
for something. but not Just now. IL
can wait"
Yes, It can wait" agreed Tom. I'm
looking for partner, Carolyn. Would
you care for the job"
With your magazine you mean.
Tom?'
Yes: and otherwise. How about
it,"
Ssh! Here comes Stubs! I'll think
II over and let you know" she nodded
encouragingly
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