Carroll County democrat. (Huntingdon, Tenn.) 188?-1971, 1917-09-14

ers well adapted to scare away thlev-
ing crows or blackbirds.
'Little boy" spoke Marcia through
the high palings to the nearest work
er within the Enclosure, shat doll over
yonder belongs to my little sister
here"
"Yes'm," nodded the boy politely.
zoe Bevans said he found It. If you
90 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 "the
boss" She saw him coming and drew
back with Kitty into the shadow Of
the bridge. It was getting on towards
dusk, but Marcia could make out the
person pointed out to her lining the
fence and approaching in her direc-
ton. She learned later that he was a
Mr.. Bryce Prescott, a young man Of
means who had taken pleasure in
fitting out schoolchildren ito do their
blt'' for their country and had borne
all the expense of the baby farms.
His fine face and. clear, smiling eyes
attracted her as he came near. She
was almost abashed, but she sum-
moned her courage for the sake of
little Kitty, urgently whispering: "Tell
him, sister. Oh, please get me back
Freckles, right now!" So Marcia
stepped before him. He looked sur
prised and removed his hat. Then
he became interested as Kitty blurted
out the story of the lost doll. He could
not repress a smile at the oddly Of the
circumstance.
"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 hone
you will honor the farm with visit,
miss" he spoke to Marcia, and the lat
ter was duly confused at the express
sion in those observing and apparently
admiring eyes.
He babe them adieu with c0urtly
grace and went his way. Amid her en-
barrassment Marcia dropped the card.
AS she recovered it she could not help
but bestow a glance after the manly
young fellow. Her face blanched.
From bridge rafter two rough-look-
ing men had sprung out. Their mis-
sion was palpably one of robbery.
The young man was neither weak
ling nor a coward. Marcia thrilled as
she noted a mastery stroke that sent
one of the footpads PROSTATE. Mr..
Trescott turned to overcome the other
when his foot slipped.
Splash!
A cry Of horror rang from the lips
Of Marcia. The two footpads, alarmed
and baffled, started on run across
the bridge. Marcia darted to the spot
where the young man disappeared. She
saw him fifteen feet below, founder
ing in the deep water. Once ne sank,
Marcia, an expert swimmer herself,
recognized that he was novice In
that respect. She acted on an impulse,
and a brave one. Without hesltancy
she dropped over the plank edge. She
grasped at the arm Of the helpless
man as he came up second time,
swan with him to an abutment near
by, and, supporting him, chung to It
and screamed for help.
"And here is your doll, little one"
spoke Bryce Trescott the next day,
when he called at the Mason home to
thank Marcia for saving his life, "and
companion doll have ordered is
coming some time today"
"And what can / give to you, my
lovely preserver?" his eyes expressed
to Marcia. The answer arrived in time
love. And Freckles, the nondescrip-
tive, Freckles the scarecrow, turned
out to be the mascot medium that
brought to Marcia Mason lifetime OF
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