Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1916-11-25
WORTHY OF REMEMBRANCE:
BY ELSIE see.

"Talk about the quiet N village
Larry Elliott, as he sleepily
arose on the second morning Of his
vacation at Anglersville. "but " there's
n quiet moment from the time the first
robin chirps at daybreak until the viii
lagc band quits practicing at mid
night haven't been able to locate It,"
A few moments later Larry was out
for walk before breakfast. Ignoring
the narrow strip Of concrete sidewalk,
b was swinging along in the middle
of the street when he gave low, in
drawn whistle, for coming toward him
from the dusty road which led down
by the railroad was slim girl In a
soft white waist and khaki skirt. The
tints of her unprecedented hair blend
ed with the brown-centered yellow
daisies she carried. and Larry's de-
lighted admiration shone in his frank
brown eyes.
Just then the village quiet was
broken by the excited yells of a small
boy whose three cows being driven to
pastnre decided to bolt their keepers
care and dash back to the lot where
their lately weaned calves stood bawl-
ing. The girl turned her head and
took In one glance at them, but stood
motionless with fright. Larry bound
ed to the girls side. With one hand
he took hold of her arm and with the
other he waved his Panama hat Wild
ly back and forth in the faces of the
cows, whose numbering movements
came to Il sudden halt.
"Thnnk you for rescuing me-" Her
voice was a bit trembly. 'Tve had a
foolish terror of cows all my life,
though never before have | had any
real reason to fear them"
"Glad to be of service" said Larry,
and hoping to prolong the conversa-
ton he ventured to add, "FOr fear the
OCres renew the attack at some other
point on your journey. won't you let
me go along to wave them away
again?"
"OgreS are as nothing to the
tongues of village gosSips, Sir Knight
OF the Panama." said the girl demure-
ly.
"Oh, bother the tongues and the
thousand other things in this burg
which won't keep quiet"
But every moment we stand here
makes material for those tongues"
said the girl, taking a backward step,
Thanh
again
For your sake I'll move on, too,
but if l can find way to meet you
according to the ethics of the gos-
sips, have your permission?" Larry's
eyes were pleading so earnestly that
the girl smiled and pulled a long
stcmmed daisy from the bunch She
carried.
Eyes, and here's a mascot" tossing
him the flower. MAY it bring you
luck !"
would that I had been hidden to
call upon her instead of upon the
prim spinster who was my grand
mothers boarding school chum." Lar
ry sighed at the thought, but stole
ally drew from his pocket the note of
Introduction his grandmother had adj
dressed to Miss Aahella z. Nor.
timer.
He set out that afternoon expecting
| 70 be received in a darkened drawing
room by an Oppressively dignified spin
| ster, and his expectations were fully
realized. Miss Mortimer was just a'
he had pictured her. Suddenly the
| middle-aged servant who had admit
! ted Larry reappeared at the doorway
with a frightened expression.
Begging your pardon, Miss MOrti
mer,' began the woman. talking very
rapidly, but Miss Penelope has fel
from the cherry tree and hurt hel
ankle most awful!"
As they hurried through the orchard
| toward the cherry trees along it,
farthest slope, Larry saw a white-claC
woman seated or the ground holding
| her left ankle with both hands. Larry
Lad a thrill as he recognized the cir
Of his early morning adventure.
"Auntie, I'm sorry to cause you sucl
anxiety" said Penelope.
But, Neppie, dear, are you badl!
hurtT
II think not, though it does hur
when / try to stand"
Miss Mortimer looked anxiousl!
from her niece to Larry, and remem
berd that they had not been intro
duced.
"Mr. Elliott, pardon me for not pre-
senting you to my niece, Miss Bachel
der; Penelope, Mr.. Elliott, the grand
son of dear friend Of mine."
A little later, as he was supporting
Penelope on her slow journey TOWARD
the house and Miss Mortimer went OF
in advance to prepare u poultice TO
the injured ankle, Larry took iron
his pocket the daisy that Penelope hat
| ,,i,an him TAFT morning