The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1916-12-07
his mouth.

his mouth.
"saw anything OF a couple Of young
folks walking down this way?" he In
CURED casually. paustng to light q cigar
with which he was reinforcing himself
for further travel. SIS
One man allowed that there might
have passed such people that day. He
hardly seemed willing to commit him
self, but another vouchsafed the infor-
nation thai Joe here driv two parties
OF thet description to Milton this morn
in'-jes' got back. Mebbe he could an
swer fer 'em.''
Joe frowned. He did not like the
looks Of the thick set man. He still
remembered the forget me not eyes.
But the stranger made instant re-
quest to be driven to Milton, offering
$40 for the same when he found that
ton was a railroad center. A few keen
1 questions had made him sure that his
man had gone to Milton.
Joe haggled, allowed his horse was
tired, n he didn't care about the trip
twice In one day, but finally agreed to
off to get a fresh horse. He had no
mind to be in a hurry. He had his own
opinion bout letting those two par
ties" get out Of the way before the
third put in an appearance, but he had
no mind to lose the SIS. 1t would help
\ y ooS IAiO AL AS SOtSLCA " lAS gill
In due time Joe rode leisurely up
and the impatient traveller climbed into
the high spring wagon and was driven
away from the a%pathetic gaze OF the
country loungers, who unblinaingly
o in the fact that Joe was headed
toward Ashville, and evidently intend
ed taking his fare to Milton by way
of that village, a 3O-mile drive at5least.
The man would get the worth of his
money in ride. A grim twinkle sat in
their several eyes as the spring wagon
turned the curve in the road and was
lost to sight, and after due silence an
old stager spoke:
do you reckon that there was their
sho-fur?' he requested l%anguidly.
"Naw!' replied a farmers son Wig
orously. He wouldn't try to showf
all dolled up like that. He's the rich
dad comm after the runaways. Joe
don't intend he shell get en- yet awhile.
he steps in to interfere" This lad
went twice a month to Milton to the
movies" and was regarded as an au-
thority on matters Of A
pause showed hat his theory had TAX
en- root in the minds OF his auditors.
Wal, / reckon Joe thinks the long,
est way round is the shortest way
home" declared the old stager. Joe
never did like them Goldfish swells-but
how do o count fer the style o. that
gal! She want like her dad one little
BIT"
soh, she's ben to collidge, 1 'spose,s
declared the youth. They get all that
offn collidge."
SERVES the old mar right fer sendir'
his gal to a fool coolidge when she
ought to a ben homo learnin' to house,
keep. I hope she gifts off with her
young man all right" said a grim old
lounger, n a Jackie Of laughter went
round the group, which presently broke
up, for this a beensa strenuous day
and all felt their iced Of rest; besides
they wanted to get home and tell the
news before some neighbor got ahead
Of them.
All this time Celia and Gordon were
touring Milton, serenely unconscious OF
anger near, or guardian angel of the
name Of Joe.
Investigation disclosed the fact that
there was a train FOR Pittsburgh about
8 in the afternoon. Gordon sent a
code telegram to his chief, assuring
him of the safety of the message, and
OF his own intention to proceed to
Washington as fast as steam could
carry him. Then he took the girl to
a restaurant, where they mounted two
high stools and partook with an
usually ravenous appetite Of nearly
roast beef, baked trout, stewed toma-
toes, cold slaw, custard, apple and
mince pies. with a cup Of good country
coffee and real cream-all for % cents
apiece.
1t was a very merry meal. Celia felt
somehow as If for the time all memorgE
OF the past had been taken from her,
and she were free to think and act
happily in the present, without any
great problems to solve or decisions to
make. Just two young people off hay-
ing a good time, they were, at least
until fhaf q ftarn0nn fr9 In n s4ez+E-et
After their dinner, they took a short
walk to a tiny park where two white
ducks disported themselves on a 7x9
pond.gspanned by a rustic bridge where
lovers had cut their initials. Gordon
took out his knife and idly cut c. II.
in h rought bark OF the upper rail,
while his companion sat on the little
board seat and watched him. She was
bordering over the fact that he had
cut her initials, and not his own. It
would have been like the George Of old
to cut his own and never think once
OF hers. And he had put but one 81.
Probably he thought OF her now as
Celia Hayne, without the Hathaway, or:
else heAwas so used to writing her
name Celia Hathaway hat he was
not thinking at all.
Those ~lettersl How they haunted
erice that she fain would have grasped
and held for a little hour. They were
silent now, while he worked and
she thought. He had finished the c..
H., and was cutting another &c; but,
instead OF making another II. he care
fully carved out the letter G. What
was that for? G. g.? Who was G.
GIT oh. how stupid! George. ofcourse.
He had started 3 by mistake. But
he did not add the expected Fl. In,
stead he snapped his knife shut, laid
his hand oVer the carving, and leaned
over the rail.
Some time. perhaps. well come here
again, and remember" he said, and
then bethought he had no right to hops
for any such anniversary.
"Oh!" she looked up into his eyes,
startled, troubled, the haunting OF her
fears In the shadows OF the blue.
He lo~oked@down into them and read
her trouble, read and understood. and
looked back his great desire to comfort
her.
His look carried further than he
meant 1t should. For the third time
that day q thrill of wonder and delight
passed over her and LETT her fearful
with q strange Joy that she felt she
should mt from her.