The Pleasantville press. (Pleasantville, N.J.) 1912-1929, 1916-01-08
BY ELSA DORIAN.

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happened to grandfather what should
she do? What could she do?
Teach school, of course, and there
were her domestic talents. Was she
not even now supporting herself and
her grandfather by the sale Of her
pickles and preserves, her canned
fruit, her potted mincemeat?
She could continue to do that, but
it would be horribly lonesome on the
mountain top-and unsafe to stay
there alone. Priscilla was young.
She longed for pleasure, for love.
She blushed at the thought, and
smiled as she remembered her moth
er's oft-repeated advice. DO your
duty, my dear, and Love will find you
out-no matter where you hide!"
Fancy Love finding me atop of
Rattlem mountain" laughed Priscilla,
as she took down a shining tin pail.
In the meantime, while I'm waiting
for him, I'll pick those b~lackberries be-
fore the birds eat them up"
The farther side of the field Dor
dered the woods, and the blackberry
thicket between was laden with fruit.
In the deep shadow of her pink SUM-
bonnet, Pricilla did not see the dark
clouds piling up in the southwest.
Suddenly came the avalanche of great,
warm drops that soon became q heavy
downpour.
Priscilla turned to flee.
A blackberry vine caught her foot
and she fell full length on the ground.
Horrible pains darted through her
ankle as she tried to wriggle to her
feet. Her elbows were deep in the
crushed ~blackberries from her over
turned pail.
wait a moment" called a mans
voice, and a pair of strong hands
gently lifted Priscilla from her igno-
BILE position and set her upon her feet.
She WINGED, screamed and tainted
in her ~rescuer's arms.
"The-dickens!" whistled the young
man as he staggered across the field
with his burden, for he was small and
slender and, although muscular for
n of his build, he found Priscilla
no light matter.
He reached the little farmhouse,
the kitchen door opened and grand
fathers worried face appeared.
Whats happened to Prissy?" the
old man quavered.
"Sprained ankle, l think" painted
Priscilla's deliverer as he laid her
down on the sofa in the sitting room.
Got any smelling salts?"
But Priscilla was recovering rap
idly. Her eyes opened and met a
pair of very blue eyes In a thin,
brown face-a strong face, but a win
ming one.
Yes, sir" he was saying to grand
father in the most respectful voice,
here's my card. l represent the
Pepperton Pickle and Preserve COM
pany."
Priscilla sat ups on the couch and
discovered that grandfather had re-
moved her shoe and stocking, and,
with the aid of her rescuer was en-
gagged in putting a cold compress on
the damaged ankle. AS in a dream
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return with a pail Of icy water from
the deep well.
He was painting as though the ex-
ertion Of pulling up the we'll bucket
was too much for his puny strength.
Most of the story book heroes would
nave brought in the well sweep it.
self on one shoulder!
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laughed outright.
There! l knew you were all right"
cried grandfather, tucking a shawl
around her injured foot. "Mr. Con-
wells going to send the doctor up
the mountain" He leaned over and
kissed his granddaughter.
Before leaving Mr.. Conwell dis
closed the fact that he had been
sent by the Pepperton Pickle and Pre-
serve company to see Miss Bently
with a view to obtaining her services
as chief of their homemade" preserve
department.
Long after he had gone down the
mountain, Priscilla lay on the sofa
looking out at the sun blazing over
the new-washed world.
He had promised to come back
again and his eyes betrayed an inten-
ton to return again and yet again
until Priscilla babe him stay beside
her always.
Grandfather sat nodding and dream
ing about coming days of affluence
when Priscilla should have her OWL
pickle factory.
Then Priscilla remembered her
mothers saying: do your duty-and
Love will find you, no matter where
you hide"
Copyright, 1915, by the Mcclure Newspa-
per Syndicate.)