The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1918-10-22
OBSTACLES
BY MILDRED WHITE

AhAOiA4C NOAuC lAAOQSA luc OlQ~ldSh-
Toned garden and seated herself beside
her aunt.
I'm all this town Of curious GREG
tures," she said, 81 have seen one good
looking man."
Aunt Martha Smiled. Must be Ho-
mer vane," she replied. Every young
woman who comes to Evansville dis
covers Homer, and to no purpose. He
is devoted to his frail and domineer-
ing mother, and has declared his inten-
ton Of continued bachelorhood in her
service.
"Poor, handsome Homer" laughed
Mollie. "Aunt Martha, have a wick
ed desire to torment the despotic old
lady. Won't you at least introduce me
to the considerable man who thought
fully warns hopeful maidens Of his
non-marriageable intentionsw
"Mollie!" her aunt exclaimed, "are
you never going to outgrow your mis-
chievous spirit7 Certainly will in
troduce Homer Vane, but your tor
menting siege will end there"
So 1t seemed. Mollie smiled her
prettiest when the Interestingly aloof
one was presented. Mr.. Vane was
courtesy itself. Mollie decided that he
had both studied and travelled, which
was true. But when the young lady
visitor from the city again met the
zone good-looking man." brief bow
was his only salutation.
She saw him occasionally from her
hn ho,,
in his car. Mollie loved automobiling.
She could fancy delightful rides about
this beautiful country. And the girl
was lonely In her self-appointed exile.
Never had she imagined days could
contain such long-drawn hours.
Aunt Martha, doing her best with
village guests, was discouraged. Mol
lie longed to be flying along a wide
road, the sweet air blowing in her face,
in her heart spirit of adventure. Any
presentable driver would answer the
purpose, she told herself.
Farther down rippled the waters Of
a lake. Mollie wanted to travel down
those ripping waters In motorboat
now resting against the shore. This
DOdl, SuC lCuAACu, wan dl6O luc pkOP
erty Of the selfish Homer" Selfish?
Mollie wondered.
Devoted to his invalid mother for q
lifetime, denying himself that broader
living which nature such as his must
crave" Suddenly q smile curved the
girls lips. Why not for just one after
noon give him holiday Other men
bod couphf tho y,rivJlooo ~ hor ooy,o.
panionship; why should not this man
find 1t amusing also9 The gift, she
realized, would have to be forcibly be-
slowed. Mollie walked up the hill
that began at her aunt's very doorway.
Not long since the object Of her
thoughts had dashed up this way In
his car. Usually he returned In q
short time down the hill
up looking over one of his farms"
was the way her aunt explained these
errands.
True to her expectations, as she
paused In the center Of the dusty road,
the car came on again, seeming to slip
over the top Of the hill. Its occupant
raised his hat, while Mollie put forth
a OBTAINING hand.
please" she said sweetly. III you
are going down won't you carry met
1t is long way to walk"
Homer Vane quickly restrained his
glance Of amazement. with pleas
ure," he agreed. and assisted her into
the car.
"From here" said Mollie, disap-
rok nj Of
the lake. hoped to see 1t. but cannot
climb so high"
81 would be delighted to drive you to
a good view point" he suggested, and
at her quick nod Of acceptance, the
car swung about for the upward trip.
He was agreeable and easy to talk
to, this unusual man. Mollie had not
expected such easy victory over his
reserve. From the lake view they rode
on through glorious country, and his
laugh rang out at the girls ingenious
remarks. Frankly she confessed her
stratagem.
II was lonely" she said, land I
did want ride. You were such diff
ficult person, Mr. vane. OF course,
Aunt told me that your time was too
fully occupied to misunderstanding
young women, still" she hesitated.
"My mother" he murmured, us de-
pendent upon my care"
Mollie laughed softly. There are
two of us. then" she said, and held out
a hand with sparkling ring. That
is my sign Of devotion to one subject.
yet, why shun other companionship, or
forego simple pleasures which make
time pass happilyY'
would you like lake ride tomor-
row." he asked.
Il must go back to the city," she
said, disconsolately, ito be, married"
Homer Vane appeared disconsolate
also as he drove Mollie to the station.
1--WE will go over the old hill once
more" he said, and sighed.
At the lake view, he stopped the
cars engine and bent to gaze into Mol
lies face Remember what you said
about my obstacle?" he asked. "Well,
it's gone. Mother is going to marry
her old widoWer neighbOr She told