Mountain Home Republican. [volume] (Mountain Home, Idaho) 1915-1946, 1918-06-15
HER PRINCE
BY MILDRED WHITE.


Adella gazed wistfully from her
place in the hammock, toward the car
which blocked the roadway. Admira-
tion was also evidenced In the glance
which included the driver. What a
big handsome fellow he was. Prob
ably aunt's tales of the shameless
hunting down. of this only village beau,
were correct. Adella herself might
have stopped to the chase, not that
this young woman from the city was
susceptible where attractive men were
concerned, but that the unbroken quiet
of long summer days In her aunt's
country home, was growing appalling
Adella found herself possessed of an
hysterical desire to break in some way
this insistant monotony.
If only the Adonis of The town had
desire or inclination to meet her, to
generously take her with him. rushing
along through the sweet-scented air.
"He need not speak to me" tha
usually sought after Adella reflected.
"or even bother at all, II he would just
let me ride along like that bull dog at
his side
| But her wish seemed hopeless. This
was the third visit of the city niece
and her aunt's masculine friend and
neighbor had showed neither inclina
ton or interest in her proximity. From
beneath his fine brows he stared nov
at the girl as he righted his machine
! Adella felt that he had not realized hei
presence; and then, abruptly his car
! swung about and the young man went
running lightly up the steps to hei
aunt's front door.
Really whispered the girl but
! there was no summons from the house
Slowly Adella arose from her ham
mock. and moved across the lawn. She
would enter the room humming a song
as though unaware of strangers pres
ence. When Aunt Martha had pre-.
sented them, the man would be kind
enough perhaps, to take pity upon 2
| guests loneliness and invite her to the
drive her restless spirit craVed. Bus
when Adella entered the room her
alnt's visitor had departed.
"Welll" remarked thai lady witt
satisfaction, II reckon Homer Grant
knows where you stand, anyway, Abel
la. If every other fool girl in town
throws her head an heart after him
he will learn that you are different
None of the folks around'll be able tC
say that you set your cap for him rs
the young lady visitor relative OF
yours, Miss Blaine? he asks me.
yes / says, she is. But she don't
care about going around much, here
just likes to rest by herself. Hel
steady beau is back there in the city
and she don't want to take up with
others
"Aunt Martha y cried the girl aghast
tWhatever will Mr.. Grant think. Ant
there is no steady beau in the city OF
any other place. L do wish you haC
not mentioned me at ALL"
you had company when | was
there" her aunt answered firmly, "anf
| won't have folks saying you are af
fer Homer too
Adella bit her pretty lips in vexa
ton, indignant tears were near tht
wide blue eyes. Then suddenly sh'
smiled, why should this strangers opin
ion cause her annoyance. Neverthe
less, when she later met him at tn,
post office. her eyes fell before the
sharp inquiry of his own.
She fell to wondering about him al
she carried her book out to the ham
mock In the garden. Was the man con
ceited as Aunt Martha insisted, or hat
he bigger things to do than to be q vii
lage beau? Adella had heard of hi
engineering achievements and accom-
plishments abroad.
Impatiently she directed he
thoughts to her book. Why did thi!
Homer Grants personality haunt her
The rumble of an auto caused her t.
look up. It was his car that SLOWED
up to the doorway, Homer Grant him
self, who again assembled the from
steps.
Impulsively. Adella jumped from he
seat and sped across the lawn, thi'
time she would go in the front way
Then to her embarrassment the visi
tor turned to descend the steps. Aun
was not at home.
Confusedly the girl fed back to tht
hammock. He must not meet her thur
In his pursuit, that would be humili
alton indeed She was trying to ap
pear at ease. when Homer Grant hes
itatingly approached. In his hant
was small white object
Il found this slipper upon the lawn,
he explained, "fs II yours, Miss" Sud
denly his eyes met hers in laughing
challenge Miss Cinderella"
Quickly Adella drew small stock
inged foot beneath her dress. II hat
just dropped it, she confessed.
Again the laughing brown eyes met
the wistful blue ones.
Dare | ask you TO ride with meT
the man ventured. And another maid
had found her own true prince.