The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1916-05-04
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hLENE'S ROMANCE.
BY CATHERINE CRANMER.
Observation-Disclosures.


visits to the movies, where broad
shouldered, good-looking young farm
ers or cowboys were the heroes had
caused her to picture a farm as the
place Of all others Offering the roman
tic possibilities for which her young
soul yearned.
She had been rather nettled more
than once at VIII Eggers seeming
oversight of the romantic in the vari-
Gus movies to which he had accom-
panied her. He was always figuring
how the plot worked out and frequent
ly when the most adorable hero had
rescued the heroine from the villain
viii would only give a grunt about
it being the same old gag
At this stage of her day dream, the
and shouted "Waynesburg! Waynes-
burgi" That being her destination,
Aene grabbed her suitcase and as she
tripped down the steps she became the
center of interest to the dozen listless-
looking people. The prospect for ad-
venture was far from promising.
Just then the eyes of all left Alene
and went in the direction from which
| came the sound of rushing automo-
bile and excited and laughing voices
main road on the open space at the
end of the station and a young man
sprang from the machine to grasp the
handrail of the last coach just as the
train moved past the station.
Alene hoped she would be taken into
the automobile to be conveyed to Ru
raj Retreat farm. She was accosted
at that moment by tall, lank young
fellow.
Are you waiting to go to Rural
Retreat FARM" The face from which
the nasal voice leaked out was sun
! burned almost to a blister. His mouth
oOzed the brown liquid and the
damp odor proclaiming the tobacco
chewer. AS they logged along the
dusty road, she made casual inquiry
about whether the occupants of the
automobile were stopping at Rural Re-
treat.
We'll, l guess not!' he calculated.
They're lot of swells a-visitin' up
to Randolphs mansion"
Alene's appetite was not tempted by
the midday dinner. In the big yard
after dinner, Alene found little Of in
terest save hammock made Of bar
rel slaves and padded with a bed
quilt.
The long afternoons dragged insult
ferably, and the day before the end
of the week, for which she had paid
! her board in advance, she was so des-
perately lonely that she asked to be
taken to the train. AS the boy was
driving her along in his buggy, she
saw three galloping horsemen ap-
preaching, and for an instant there re-
vived within her the hope that her
movie dream was coming true after
all. AS the riders drew near, she rec
ogniZed one of them as the youth who
had driven the touring car to the sta
ton the day she arrived. But, alas
|
went galloping by the slow-moving
buggy without even glance at the DC
cupants, and the last hope for a mo-
mantle adventure died out of Alene's
heart.
Not until she was well on her jour
ney home did her sense Of humor
come to her rescue. Then she saw
how she had foolishly allowed her i'm
agination to get her into a predica-
ment. She reached home that eve
were sitting down to a dainty, but sim
pie dinner in the darkened dining
room of their little fiat. They laughed
heartily at her accounts of her dis
! illusionment about the retreat and the
rustic hero she had expected to find
there.
And now we're going to celebrate
my return from the rural regions by
going to picture show, but | hope
they won't show any rustic heroes,
said Alene.
THAT reminds me-" exclaimed her
mother. did you hear about VIII Egg
ger winning thousand-dollar prize
for the best scenario picturing a mod
ern business romance? Isn't that
1 great?" Before Alene could reply her
father called her from the front door
bidding her come to greet an old
friend She was not surprised great
ly when she found the "old friend
to be VIII Egger.
ooh, WILL but I'm glad to get back
to civilization" said Alene, after the
first greetings were over. I'm in.
clined to think the rustic romances
are all on the films"
Il came by to ask your parents how
you liked your retreat" laughed viii
but maybe you'll go to the picture
show with me-"
"Ill go if you'll guarantee no rustic
adventures asserted Alene.
Il can safely promise that" said
VIII, "for they are giving the first run
tonight of modern business ro
nance"
"Oh, and congratulations on your
home run for the big prize! Mother
, was just telling me about it when you
came"
What | want to tell you, Alene is
that I've been hoping that thousand
) won might help make little home, il
! you'll help me run it,
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