The producers news. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1918-1937, 1918-07-05
LOVES WITCHERY
BY LEE vERoNE ALLAN.

Don't speak Of 1t. I'm only glad
that the people at Hillside won't be
disappointed. Remember. though, you
are Robert Wade"
I've got my lesson by heart, "
laughed the other.
4 Almlessly drifting, leaving 1t to
chance where he would land, Dudley
/ North had entered into a casual con-
versation with his seat mate on the
train. The latter had told him that he
was bound for Weston, but he had in
tended going to Hillside up to that
morning.
You see," he explained, "some peo-
pie at Hillside sent to an agency in
the city for chauffeur. I agreed to
take the position. Only this morning
/ though, an old employer sent for me.
Sorry to disappoint the agency and the
Worthingtons. They expect me on this
/ train.'
See here" interposed North, ST
want work. Wonder if / couldn't fit
in?" And an hour later, fully posted.
he arrived at the station of the little
town of Hillside. In the distance
lake showed, surrounded by fine resi-
dences. An automobile stood at the
edge Of the platform. From it young
man with satchel fastened to catch
the train and directed the quick query
/ to the one passenger alighted
You the new chauffeur?' and North
/ bowed assentingly.
All right, there's the car. My sis
tiers are over at the store" Then he
was gone, and crossing the street the
sweetest little specimen of girlish love-
illness came tripping up to the machine.
"Oh, the new chauffeur?" she spoke.
my sister Hortense will be here in
minute or two. You don't know ths
ways around her, of course?"
1T will not take me long to learn"
submitted North.
No, and I'll help you," chartered on
Miss Gladys Worthington. It'll call
out right or left just before we
reach a turn"
Il shall certainly be obliged" said
North, and the warm sense of emotion
the very human Gladys had inculcated,
became CONCEALED as her queenly sis
ter appeared and with chilling hauteur
spoke the mandatory word: Home"
There was winding road, then two
junction thoroughfares. Right" di-
rected silvery voice; another turn,
and Left"
GLADYS, you annoy me-" spoke the
naughty Miss Hortense
You'd be worse annoyed If Mr..
Wade-that Is your name / believe
took you out of your way"
Our chauffeur can be instructed by
the butler" planned Miss Hortense
frigidly.
After that North was always glad
when Gladys was the sole passenger in
the car.
.'Mr. Wade" she said one day, when
| he had halted the machine at the side
of a lonely country road while some
little children guests of Gladys, were
| gathering flowers, would you feel
bored If read you some jingles | have
been trying to whip into shape for a
|
II should be greatly pleased"
avowed North, and the pure, clear
sentiments enunciated by the rhymes
| showed the true innocence and ingenu-
BUSINESS Of this unspoiled daughter Of
the rich. North forgot himself in sug-
! costing corrections, In perfecting the
rhymes of the little poem.
"Why, Mr.. Wade" she exclaimed,
"you must have read and studied a
great deal to know all that!" and he
discerned an awakening suspicion in
her mind that he was not what he pur-
| ported to be. The barrier of their
| widely separated social status was
completely broken down when, one
| day, a reckless driver collided with
| their car, and, but for Wade selling
| Gladys and leaping with her to safety
at the risk of his own life, hers would
| have been sacrificed.
/ All this led to a natural result-Dud-
| ley North had met his fate and could
her. He told her also that he could
not remain near her in false position.
| OF his past he divulged nothing. He
would go away and make something
better of himself than an unambitious
chauffeur. Then Gladys wept softly.
| but told him that she would follow him
! to the ends OF the world at his word.
North had advised Mr.. Worthington
that he would give up his position on
certain day. The one preceding
Miss Hortense ordered him to drive
to the depot for guest. North gave
a great start as the guest in question
arrived on the train. The latter stood
spellbound, staring at him from the
platform. He was an old man, stern,
oyerbearing in his presentment, but
something kindly stirred him at the
sight of North-the son whom he had
sent adrift after senseless quarrel.
"So!" he said, but with slight
catch In his voice, mental labor, Is
it?'
us that dishonorableY calmly ques-
| toned Dudley. '"The machine is ready