Smyrna times., 1916-07-19
WHITE ACRES
BY EDwINA FAxoN.
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A sense Of humor did much 10 take
the edge on a singing wind. hut In
spite OF her bravery tears weIled nm
IN hathleen's eyes. She had turned
corner and come in sight of the
oid mousse desolate IN the midst OF a
areary late November landscape. and
the house brought back recollections
that were hard TO bear
A touring car stopped at the gate
ana man got out Miss Lowell.
believe" he said.
Yes" she answered abruptlv
he came up on TO the yeranda be,
slue her' i am Horace Davidson,
and l represent the Burlington and
hartweu road. But I've no doubt YOU
nave already guessed my identity.
I'm sorry if kept you waiting. We
had a blowout Deucedly cold. isn't
II! Shall we go inside?"
1t is colder in there. Besides. our
business is outside. | believe"
The wind was screaming so he had
to stand quite close to catch her
words. An uncommonly pretty gin.
by Joye.' be said TO himself.
A shrill whistle sounded in the dis.
tance. and both turned quickly. A
big interurban trolley car appeared
around the curve OF the road and sped
on raised track across the omen
space below them.
The suit comes up next week. I
believe began Kathleen.
Unless you change your mind and
have it Withdrawn"
Why should II"
TO begin with. l don't think you
have much chance"
Is there no justice In the world,
then? What are courts for?"
Justice" he answered. NO Judge
can see why a strip of track should
DC any damage 10 a farm"
Perhaps he can see it II It is ex.
planned to him that the road got its
right OF way under false pretense, that
the track cut my fathers farm in two
TO begin with. and that the raising of
It made 1t impossible to pasture a
herd OF cows on one side with the
barn on the other. A culvert would
nave cost US two thousand dollars,
and the company wouldn't pay Il
Further, when he saw in despair that
his big dairy farm was ruined, began
70 have visions of a summer hotel
and petiuoned the company for a sta.
ton. But that was refused, too. He
was ruined financially and In health.
He was too old 10 stand the blow,
and he died"
Horace Davidson was silent awhile.
Then. Why don't you sell the placer"
Il would II l could. No one will
have 1t with that ugly raised track In
the wrong place"
He saw that sne was shaking with
emotion and cold. Miss Lowell" he
said more kindly, after all it was
foolish OF me to ask you to meet me
out here. We can talk better in my
Office in town"
The next morning. Horace Davidson
was having trouble about a button
which had disappeared from his over.
coat.
Evelyn" he begged his married
sister, will you sew a button on my
overcoat II you happen TO have any.
thing at all that will mAtch?"
Such shiftlessness! Where's your
tailor? Take II up to the sewing
room, the proper place for such oper
ations. You'll find someone there"
So Horace went upstairs and alons
a hall TO a remote corner Of the great
house. where he had a vague idea the
sewing room was. An open door
through which a light shone and the
faint whir Of a machine were bis
guides, and he soon found himself
watching a girl. her head and shoul
ders bent over the machine, a darh
island In billows upon billows oi
snowly-white stun.
Il beg your pardon" said Horace.
The whir stopped and the gir
looked around. It was Kathleen Low
ell. She sprang up. instantly recog
mixing him. Mr.. Davidsonl How
you startled me! Won't you sii
DOWN."
Thank you. Miss Lowell. We seen
destined 10 meet in white acres, al
though l must say this landscape Il
warmer than the last one. To ex
plain my errand this time, was TOLD
to come here 10 have a button seweC
on. May beg the favor?" He helI
out the coat he had been holding OF
his arm.
Kathleen flushed. Certainly. II
do it right away. Have you the but
toni"
mo. l thought maybe there nigh
be one around that would match"
I'm afraid not. They are very odd
Oh, believe-Why. yesl found ont
in the station yesterday and put II II
my bag. It's up in the schoolroou