Belington progressive. [volume] (Belington, W. Va.) 1912-1927, 1916-09-14

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highest honors at college"
Il guess I'll go fishing" Tommy
lit cigarette and stepped off the
porch.
Once out of sight, Tommy dug down
for q leather pocketbook and from
the neatly arranged bills and papers
he fshed a bit of rag. He held ii
tenderly in the palm of his hand for
minute, smiling reminiscently. II
was thin white stuff embroidered in
pink and blue daisies, with delicate
tracery of green leaf. The edges were
frayed and torn. He wondered where
the girl was and who she was-the
owner of the dress. He had found her
in boat in little deserted cove at
sunset, her engine gone dead.
Tommy had chugged around the cor
ner and stopped.
"Hellor he called.
"Hello!" she answered.
"What's wrong?
II don't knowl"
"Want a lift"
"Thank you. If you'll put me off
at the hotel, can get my boat In
the morning" She stood up and
there was a sound Of ripping and tear
ing as one of the fiounces caught and
held.
ooh, what rotten shame! I" he SYM
pathized, reaching over and trying to
help her extricate herself.
II can't help 1t and it's too late to
go home for another" she said. "Tm
dining with the Merricks and Alice
can pin me up some way"
Then he lost her! Next day he
went to the hotel only to find that the
Merricks had departed. He called him
self fool and everything else in the
calendar for not finding out her name
before.
He continued his search disconso-
lately for days, each hour thinking of
some new charm and almost wearing
out his ragged souvenir with looking
at it. "She was just the girl for me-"
he sighed. little, pretty, curly hair
peachy lips, teasing eyes, jolly, dandy
teeth, and I'll bet she didn't know a
Latin grammar from a cook book"
Days passed, weeks passed, months
passed. The Bottoms had closed their
cottage and returned to New York.
Tommy had given up loafing and was
working hard in his fathers bank.
The first Of November came. Tommy
was getting restless again.
MAY I have next week off, Dad? I
think, if you don't mind, I'll go up to
Danny's in Maine and shoot bit"
"Sure, boy, go if you wish.'
So Tommy, with bag and gun case,
raped one evening at Danny's cot
tage and old Martha let him in.
''Bless me, it's the boy, Dan!"
After supper, the men settled down
to talk and Martha sat sewing by the
fire. Strip after strip she sewed end
to end, rolling them into a ball for
the weaver. "It's for rag rugs for
the new lodge up yonder," she ex-
planned. "The missus sent me bushels
of things to cut up. Here's one fin
ished She proudly held up rug.
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"Pretty, very" agreed Tommy. "One
wouldn't think rags could be made
into that" His eye wandered over
the heap on the floor. Suddenly he
saw something's piece of white thin
stuff, embroidered in pink and blue
daisies.
where did you get this, Martha ?"
springing to his feet and holding the.
strip toward her.
"Why, that came with the rest of the
things Mrs. Sawyer sent. One of
Miss Genevieve's dresses I suppose!''
'Genevieve Sawyer!" Tommy was
sure he had lost his senses. "Are the
Sawyers hereT
'They built the new lodge" ex-
planned Danny. Eye ought to see it
Some day Miss Ganevieve wants to go
hunting with me. Dye care if we take
her?'
NO" agreed Tommy huszfly. "We
might take her tomorrow"
Danny was trailing a deer. Tommy,
perfectly happy, was breaking frosty
underbrush for Genevieve to get
through. The girl, to a casual OBJ
server, was as happy as Tommy and
in her fawn-colored hunting suit was
as pretty as she was in the pink and
blue summer frock.
Suddenly Tommy turned. "Say,
what's the difference between a Latin
grammar and cook book?
She thought for a moment. ''Why,
I don't know. What's the answer?"
she asked.
Tommy caught her hand and looked
into her eyes. 1.-THE answer is" he
said deliberately, that I'm going to
marry you, dear, if you'll have me?"
Copyright. 1915, by the Mcclure Newspa-
per Syndicate.)