Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1919-09-23
DAILY NOVELETTE,
IN BERRY TIME
BY Josephine S. Brooks

millionaire heiresses have the advantage
over us poorer girls"
You'll see, girls. II you are sure
that James Warrington is to spend his
vacation in Creekville I'll cure him of
being a woman hater. But hurry of
the train or you II get carried on. Good
by"
Arrived at Creekville, Lena soon
found herself jogging along behind her
hosts faithful cid horse.
II know I'll like it. knight or no
knight. How pretty it is" she thought.
As the days passed Lena became a
favorite with every one. Unselfish and
helpful she at once seemed more of a
healthy country girl than an heiress.
Thus she was to be found one hot day
cotton gowned, face covered with per
spiration and berry stained. picking
berries in the pasture.
So thought a passing autoist as he
footed the horn to arouse her.
Lena had started up, and sat staring
at the young man-James Warrington.
He called out. Say, miss. cant you
sell me some of those berries?"
A spirit of mischief seized the heiress
who had never earned a cent in her life.
Yes, but they are awful dear. forty
cents a box :" she teased, trying hard
to conceal her amusement.
Then he pulled a half dollar from
his pocket. =,
Never mind the change" he said
magnanimously.
"Th-thank YOU" the heiress choked
Suddenly he threw back his head and
roared.
"I-beg-your pardon. Look :" he
gasped, holding the bright, empty pan
for a mirror.
Lena gave one look. Then both went
off into fits of laughter.
MAY / know the name of the fair
berrypicker?
LENA willoughby. kind sir, and
yours" she asked coyly.
James Lathrop Warrington, at your
service, little country lady bowed the
young man.
The grill started slightly, CLEAN in
her pretty blue eyes.
May I help you fill your other pan
Then I will drive you home. if may,
he pleaded.
"Perhaps-auntie - won't approve
Rut it's so hot. and the pans are
heavy" feigned the plotting miss.
Later with pans piled high with ber
ries. as we'll as the scarf full of those
which the youth had bought, they start
ed homeward
"See here, Miss Willoughby, II your
aunt is so careful of you, why not
meet me in the berry pasture tomorrow
when I'll bring the scarf. you know
spoke the artful James.
"we-ell just this once the CIR
said. shyly. "Now please set me dowr
on this side of the fence. Aunt won
like it if she sees YOU she cautioned
After repeated waving the autois
sped out of view.
I've met him, the woman -hater;
little country lady has conquered him
Well. we'll" she triumphed.
That night a letter to her club tolt
the girls of her wonderful success
The next meeting of the berry pick
ers proved but the beginning of man.
visits to the pasture.
As vacation waned another lette
rushed to the club. and it ended
II know you will be surprised T.
learn that Ja-Mr. w. and / hav
promised to pick our berries together al
our life. Can you believe it. he
woman hater? Here's a secret: J. L
w. doesn't dream that l am an heiress
he thinks / am poor girl. It's s.
heavenly to be worshiped for one
self alone. I wish he we're not wealthy
We arrive Tuesday. You'll like him
etc
1t happened on the evening afte
their arrival, the party given in thei
honor. Lena never forgot that party
whore James appeared with his cousin
Lena. let me present my cousin
James Gordon Warrington. he an
nounced. 81 nearly said the woman
hater of fame. but since he has see
nv bride to be l can see his views ar
changing.
Lena's face went white, then rec
tions. she Strengthened and said: y
should say brothers instead of cousin
so great is the resemblance.
The pretty. soft voice grew tremu
lously low at the wonder of it all. He
James poor. not a millionaire, not
woman hater How glad she was.
II have heard of Miss Carrow
am almost converted" James, tn
cousin. bowed low.
Miss willoughby. Jim-you mis-
take" corrected James.
mo mistake. James. / am Len
Wiloughby Carrow, the--heiress.
The mans face sobered as she begge
forgiveness. .....
Not here. or now" he said huskil!
Later he chided her. How cou
you. Lena -
How could you, James" she play
fully mocked.
But I'm a poor man." he cor
fessed.
I'm so glad. J. G. w. can't mate
my poor J. L. W. To think it all mi
tured in a berry pasture"'
"Furthered by the scarf, dear. Don
ever lose it, dear little country lady
he breathed, folding her closely.
Nor this"
Lena held up the half dollar. "Al
you kept it. You dear deceiver,"
laughed.
: The next complete noyelette-"T
Man Who Stayed"