The herald., 1918-07-25
LOVES WITCHERY
BY LEE vERoNE ALLAN.

are Robert Wade"
i've got my lesson by heart, "
laughed the other.
AimIessly drifting, leaving IL 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 "a chauffeur. | 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, 81
want work. Wonder If l couldn't fit
in?" And an hour later, fully posted,
he arrived at the station of the little
town of Hillside. In the distance a
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
woS rOpa ond orocSipo tho STRAIT tho
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 a
minute or two. You don't know the
ways around her, of cOurseT
1T will not take me long to learn"
submitted North.
mo, and I'll help you" chartered on
Miss Gladys WOrthington. I'll call
out right, or left just before we
reach turn"
81 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 a winding road. then two
junction thoroughfares. Right" d.
rected a silyery 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 lonely country road while some
little children, guests of Gladys, were
gathering flowers, would you feel
bored IL i read you some jingles have
been trying to whip into shape for a
club paper a group Of us have started"
Il 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, q reckless driver collided with
their car, and. but for Wade seizing
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
not resist telling Gladys that he loved
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
liss Hortense ordered him to drive
20 the depot for a 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.
'overbearing 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 a slight
catch In his voice, 'menial labor, is
itr
rs that dishonorableY calmly cues
toned Dudley. "The machine is ready
for you. sir"
"Sirr repeated Mr.. Gerald North,
q tinge Of bitterness In his tone.
Come. come. my boy, let us under
stand one another"
The breach was healed when they
reached the Worthington home. Miss
Hortense was wide-eyed when she
learned the real idonfitv 90 H. L.