The St. Charles herald. [volume] (Hahnville, La.) 1873-1993, 1917-10-06

"Ts well adapted u scare away THEY.
in crows or hlackhirGs.
Little boy" spoke Marcia through
the high palingS to the nearest work
'r within the incIosure, that doll over
Fondor belongs TO my little sister
here"
"lHSm," nodded the boy politely.
joe BevanS said he found it. If Won
(" around to the gate on the other side
you'll find Mr.. Prescott, who is our
boss. Tell him. There he Is, Just
leaving. See, the man In the light
suit You can catch him by going over
TO the bridge. That's his way home"
Marcia retraced her steps towards
the bridge, counting upon heading off
the gentleman designated as 1.-The
Doss." She saw him coming and drew
BACK with Kitty into the shadow of
the bridge. 1t was getting on towards
DUSK, but Marcia could make out the
person pointed out to her lining the
renee and approaching In her dlrec-
ZION. She learned later that he was q
Mr.. Bryce Prescott, young man of
means who had taken pleasure In
lifting out schOolchildren ITO do their
DIT for their country and had borne
all the expense Of the baby farms.
HIS tine face and clear smiling eyes
attracted her as he came near. She
was almost abashed, but she sum
m0ned her courage for the sake of
little Kitty, urgently whispering: Tell |
him, sister. Oh, please get me back |
treckles, right now!" So Marcia |
stepped before him. He looked sur |
prised and removed his hat Then |
he became Interested as Kitty blurtcd !
out the story Of the lost doll He could |
not repress q smile at the oddly of the
You shall have your dolly at once,
little cherub," he said to Kitty, and
he took out a card and wrote on it.
Just hand that to the gatekeeper and
he will return your lost pet l hope
you will honor the farm with Il visit,
miss" he spoke to Marcia, and the lat
ter was duly confused at the express
sion in those observing and apparently
eyes.
He babe them adieu with courtly
grace and went his way. Amid her en-
)arrasSment Marcia dropped the card.
As she recovered it she could not help
)ut beStoW Il glance after the manly
young fellow. Her face blanched.
From bridge rafter two rOugh-loOk-
ng men had sprung out Their mis- ,
ion was palpably one of robbery. ,
The young man was neither weak .
ing nor coward. Marcia thrilled as ,
he noted mastery stroke that sent
me of the fOotpads PROSTATE. Mr.
Prescott turned to overcome the other
when his foot slipped.
Splash!
A cry Of horror rang from the lips
f Marcia. The two footpads, alarmed
nd baffled, started on run across
he bridge. Marcia darted to the spot
7here the young man disappeared. She =
aw him fifteen feet below, founder Il
1g in the deep water. Once he sank,
1arcia, an expert swimmer herself,
that he was q novice In y
nat respect. She acted on an impulse.
nd brave one. Without hesitancy
he dropped over the plank edge. She
rasped at the arm of the helpless
ian as he came up a second time,
VAN with him to an abutment near
=, and, supporting him, chung to 1t
nd screamed for help.
"And here is your doll. little one"
)oke Bryce Trescott the next day,
hen he called at the Mason home to
lank Marcia for saving his life, land
companion doll l have ordered is
,ming some time today"
"And what can 1 give to you, my
vely preserver" his eyes expressed
Marcia. The answer arrived in time /
love. And Freckles, the nondescrip-
We, Freckles the scarecrow, turned
it to be the mascot medium that l.
ought to Marcia Mason a lifetime Of Il
ppiness. r