The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1917-11-08

ers wen adapted to scare away thisv.
Ing crows or blackbirds.
Little boy" spoke Marcia through
the high palings to the nearest work
er within the inclosure, shat doll over
yonder belongs. to my little sister
here" u
"Yes'm," nodded the boy politely.
Joe Bevans said he found II. II you
go around to the gate on the other side
you'll find Mr.. Trescott, who is--our
boss. Tell him. There he is, lust
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 of
the gentleman designated as "the
boss" 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
fence and approaching in her direc-
tion. She learned later that he was
MIR. Bryce. Trescott, young man of
means who had taken pleasure In
fitting out schoolchildren ito do their
bit" 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 smile at the oddly of the
circumstance.
"You shall have your dolly at once,
little cherub," he said to Kitty, and
he took out card and wrote on II.
Just hand that to the gatekeeper and
he will return your lost pet. I hope
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
admlring eyes.
He bade them adieu with courtly
grace and went his way. Amid her. en-
Marcia dropped the card.
AS she recovered 1t she could not help
but bestow a glance after the manly
young fellow. Her face blanched.
From a 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 mastery stroke that sent
one Of the footpads PROSTATE. Mr..
Trescott turned to overcome the other
when his foot slipped.
Splashi
A cry Of horror rang from the lips
Of Marcia. The two footpads, alarmed
and banled, 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 he sank,
an expert swimmer herself,
CcCUBuiAcu tldt ue was u uOvlCe III
that respect. She acted on an impulse.
and a brave one. Without hesitancy
she dropped over the plank edge. She
grasped at the arm Of the helpless
man as he came up a second time.
swan with him to an abutment near
by, and. supporting him, clung to Il
and screamed for help.
"And here is your doll, little one"
poke Bryce Trescott the next day,
when he called at the Mason home to
hank Marcia for saving his life, "and
l companion doll I have ordered Is
coming some time today"
"And what can give to you, my
ovely preserverf" his eyes expressed
% Marcia. The answer arrived in time
love. And Freckles, the nondescrip- |
i've, Freckles the scarecrow. turned |
'ut 20 be the mascot medium that |
'rought to Marcia Mason lifetime of |
happiness.