Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1919-07-18

Rut he would not give her ever the
umbrella. rejoicing in his 70
shield her and bear her burdens. At
she walked beside him. she remen-
bered wildly q morning wnen 1oorse
Hayne had made her carry Two neavy
baskets, that his hands mignt, oe Ire
to shoot birds. Could TINS DC tho
same George Hayne? -.,,.
Altogether, it was happy walk.
and far shorter than either had Z
pected it to be-: though Gordon wor-
ried not a little about his frail com.
nanion before they came to the put
Skirts of the village, and kept beg
pine her to sit down and rest again.
hut she would not. she was quits
eager and excited about the strange
village to which they were coming.
Its outlying farm-houses were AZ sok
clean and white. with green blinds
folded nlacidly over their front win
dows. and only their back doors astir.
h cows all looked peaceful. and the
dogs all seemed friendly.
They walked up the village street,
shaded in patches with hocks OF sun.
shine through the young caves II
anyone had told Celia Hathaway. the
night before that she would nave
walked and talked thus To-Day with
her bridegroom she would AVE
laughed him to scorn. But now ar
unconsciously she had drilted into an
whom she had thought to nate all the
rest of her life.
One long, straight, maple-Aned
street, running parallel to n stream.
comprised the village. They walked
to the centre of it, and still saw no
signs of a restaurant. A post-ofice, a
couple of stores and a bakery made
up the business portion OF the W
and upon inquiry it appeared tnat
there was no public eating house, the
one hotel of the place having been
sold at auction the week before on
account of the death of the owner.
The early village loungers stared dis
interestedly at the phenomenal ap-
~pearance in their midst of a couple Of
city folks with their luggage and no
apparent means of transit except their
two ~delicately shod feet. It present.
ed a problem too grave to be solved
unasisted, and there were solemn
shakings Of the head over them. At
last one who had discouragingly stat.
ed the village lack Of a public inn
asked casually: "u"
oh. MOI" laughed Gordon pleas
antly. I'VE didn't travel with
horses"
"Hed q. puncture. then" announced
the village wiseacre, shifting from one
foot to the other.
oval, you come the wrong direc-
ton to git help" said another languid
listener. Thur amt n garridge
here. The Teller what uset to keep 1t
skipped out with Sam Cats wife a
month ago. You'd ought to "a turned
back to Ashville. They got a good
hI>-I1-es%L <Le~o ~o~' %i~La~ 1,n 1,n ~
rs that so?" said Gordon interest
eddy. We'll now that's toe bad, but
perhaps as it can't be helped we'll
have to forget 1t. What's the next
town on ahead and how far?"
Sugar Groves two mile further on.
and Millions five. They've got a gar
ridge and a RESTRAINT to Milton, but
thats only the railroad built a
junction there"
HAS any here a conveyance l
could hire to take us to Milton ?"
questioned Gordon. looking anxiously
about the indolent group.
1T wouldn't want to drive to Milton
for less'n five dollars" declared a lazy
youth after a suitable pause.
Very WELL" said Gordon. "How
soon can you be ready, and what sort
of a rig have you? Will it be COM
Portable for the LADY,"
The youth eyed the graceful wom-
IN in her dainty city dress scornfully.
His own country lass was dressed tar
prettier to his mind: but the eyes OF
her. so blue, like the little weed-fow-
ers at her breast, went to his head.
His tongue was suddenly tied.
"It's all right! It's as goods you'll
get!" volunteered a sullen-faced man
half sitting on a sugar barrel. He was
Of a type who preferred to see fash
ionable ladies uncomfortable.
Continued Tn tornoFr0w1
Evening Herald.
The man who thinks he knows 1t all
is an easy mark for a designing wom-