The citizen. [volume] (Berea, Ky.) 1899-1958, 1918-11-21
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Copyright, 1918. by the Mcclure Newsps.
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tom of the somewhat steep and very
dusty hill.
IAN Adamless Eden, I'll warrant"
he muttered.
Brown as a young Indian from
weeks Of outdoor camp life, and COW
cred with dust and persplratisn. Ger.
tainly no one would have recognized
In this very bedraggled young man
Max Harding. whose aristocratic moth
or was guest at the hotel on the
hill.
Scowling fiercely. he dragged his
heavy suitcase up the path. only to be
met at the veranda steps by a pom.
pous-looking individual who effectu-
ally barred his further progress.
Cant come up the front way, fell
leh," said the pompOus one.
"What the dew" and then as the
full significance of the servants re-
mark struck him. Max Harding burst
into a laugh.
maybe | can sneak in through the
kitchen and get washed up before I
greet the mater" he thought. "If she
ever catches me looking like this
Hello, whew-ew-ew," and he whis-
tied softly. for remarkably pretty
girl sat directly in front of the kitch-
en- door, Smelling peas-thus once
more blocking his progress.
"Have you moment to spare" he
asked, removing his hat, and speaking
in his most engaging manner.
81 am sorry. but / haven't" said
the young woman, very promptly.
scarcely glancing UP from her work.
"Oh, no." thought he. mot much en-
thusasm here. May show you some
VI my wares?" with an expressive
glance in the direction Of the suit
case.
"You may not" said the young wOm-
an, just as promptly as before.
"Well. do you mind II / sit down on
the lawn a minute?' he hazarded for
his third venture.
81 do not" again responded the "fair
lady Of the peas" taking him in with
one all-appraising glance.
So Max sat down on the little plot
Of grass in front Of the house, and
leaned his head back against the build
ing. and closed his eyes.
"PoOr fellow" thought the girl, her
sympathy aroused at last, che must
be pretty tired. I'm afraid / was
rather sharp with him. Well, he looks
a.. al Of ria IN
or Armenian peddlers, but he GER
tainly doesn't talk like one. I'll just
run in and get him a glass of rasp-
berry shrub. TIN cool him off before
he goes"
She was back in a moment with a
glass of delicious looking liquid, and,
tapping the young man on the Shout
der. she offered IL to him.
"Here. drink this" She said. 'Fm
sorry / couldn't stop to look at your
wares. Have you made many sales
today?"
"NO, not one" answered Max, quite
truthfully, and he swallowed the re-
freshing drink with genuine apprecia-
tion. Then, with many thanks, he
beat a hasty retreat around to the
front of the house once more.
This time his mother was seated on
the veranda, and she greeted him eff
fusively, but he managed to make her
understand that bath and some clean
linen were the two most essential
things in his life at that particular mo-
ment and so he escaped to his room.
He descended about an hour later.
looking very different in his white
flannels, and his mothers pride shone
in her eyes as she greeted him.
"And. Max" she said, there's the
lovellest girl here. want you to
meet her. Her name is Anna Cabot
"Now, mother" he demonstrated.
"But, Max, dear. this one is differ
ent! But walt-she's promised to sit
at our table tonight, and you'll see for
yourself"
swell, no sign of your divinity yet,
mother" said Max. some minutes
later, when they had started their
dinner; perhaps" - hopefully - "she's
changed her mind"
"No, here she comes" said Mrs.
Harding. and straight to their table
came the lady of his afternoons adj
venture.
Lifting her eyes to acknowledge the
introduction, the color flooded into the
girls face, and her eyes asked innu-
merable questions as she recognized
him.
"Do you know that Katie the cook
left this afternoon2" asked the girl
OF Mrs. Harding some moments later,
when she was herself again.
"Good gracious" gasped that lady.
"Who took her placer"
81 did" said the girl, quietly. meas
uring glances with the young man op-
posite her.
"Why. my dear. aren't you clever"
exclaimed his mother, looking at her
son with an 'I-tOld-yOu-so" expression.
Just then the waitress entered the
dining room with liquid refreshments
in a silver pitcher.
"By-the-way. Miss Cabot" said Max.
"since | understand that you are up
In such matters-what drink would
you recommend as the most cooling
and refreshing for these hot days, as
well as most economically
"why," said the girl, daintily raising