Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1918-08-13
THE DAILY NOVELETTE,
"THE TRESPASSER"
By Bertha " Hood
NLNVERYTHING is just perfect" declared

NLNNERYTHING is just perfect" declared
~ Winifred, with critical look at the
pantry shelves.
Il suppose the things will have to do"
sighed Aunt Hannah. II suppose there Is
enough-such it is but l did want a
raspberry shortcake."
Il know you make delicious ones auntie.
l haven't forgotten how they fairly melt in
the mouth. l will pick the berries If you
will make one Only you will have to tell
me where to find them.' and Winifred
reached for her sun-bonnet and pail.
That's just the trouble. Raspberres are
awfully scarce this year. But there are loads
down in Lawyer Peterss field. The hillside Is
red with them. but his overseer Is so strict
that not a soul can come near the place. He
will let the berries rot before he will allow
anybody to come and pick them" And Mrs.
Brown looked very much discouraged
Il am sure can get some without hurting
his old grassland l WILL" laugher Winifred,
a look of daring coming into her dark eyes.
I'VE shall have that shortcake tonight"
Nodding gaily she started across lots to
the Peters farm. She had not far to 60 and
was soon kneelng down in the grass on the
hillside. She picked desperately, and smiled
as she saw how soon her pail would be full
There I haven't tangled his old grass a
single Bit" she breathed she arose and
looked around. "Auntie will have her short
cake, and Mr.. Peters will never know / visit
ed his berry field"
At that moment two men came over the
brow of the hill. One, clad as a farmer
she readily recognized as the overseer The
other city-clad gentleman, who was
stranger to her, yet she felt certain 1t was
no other than Mr.. Peters himself.
Slowly they made their way down the hill
toward Winifred. Pulling her hat far down
over her crimson face. she pretended not to
them.
There, Mr. Peters, I told you there was
some one in the berry field - cried Jake ex-
ultantly. How Winifred's cheeks burned at
the words
Never mind. Jake, am sure we do not
begrudge her few berries when the hill
side Is red with them"
Winfred sprang up and faced them. She
saw a way whereby she might escape humili-
tion.
"senor, Senior. No comprendo nglis"
"She Is Spanish" exclaimed Lawyer Peters
answering her as beet he could with his
slight knowledge of the language.
"A prtty face will fool man every time 4"
grumbled Jake, as he walked stiffiy away
He will let her trample my grass all down
just on account of her large dark eyes and
wavy black hair"
Meanwhile Mr.. Peters walked by her side to
her aunts door, carrying the pail of stolen
fruit.
"Mr. Peters," exclaimed that astonished
lady. Come in and have some dinner,
| do?"
mot this time, but will hold that invita-
| tion good" his laughing reply. You
VIII see enough me. ana all tne
berries you want from the old hillside
well, If ever" calculated the puzzled
| woman, looking from the pail of luscious
| berries to Winifred's crimson face. Tell
| me just how It happened. How did you know
| Ralph Peters? / am dreadfully pleased with
| the berries. though"
| And am / to go again when you want
| more?" cried the girl. dmpling with amuse-
ment. Then she told the story, and concluded:
Aunt Hannah. don't you dare forget that I
| am Spanish. Mr.. Peters may call again. and
| l want you to remember that ! can speak
| nothing but Spanish
"Just as you say child" and the good
| women INDUCED in a fit of laughter. II
| don't wonder he took you for foreigner,
with your swapping dark eyes and black
curls."
The Red Cross supper was great sue
| cess Aunt Hannah's shortcake received
| much praise.
| Ralph Peters became a constant visitor
| at the Brown home never suspecting the
| deceit. and Winifred welcomed him with an
| increasing feeling of guilt As her visit
drew to a close he began to realize that he
| loved this beautiful Spanish girl and wished
her to be his wife. Winfred did not inter-
| rupt him as he told his love best he
| could in spanish. Then she burst into tears
| and told him all.
| "Ah my little trespasser! You not only
| stole my berries, but my heart also Now
| talk English sweetheart, to make up fer
| lost time"
| Tomorrow Complete Novelette-"LOVE's
| REUNION"