The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1919-03-05
COOK-PRO TEN
81 ELIzAeETH GOLDEN.

ing and very much Disguised young
man, who looked up at 1t from the
bottom Of the steep and very dusty
hin.
IAN Adamless Eden, III warrant"
he muttered, taking another look ahead
at the long walk stin before him.
Brown as a young Indian from
weeks Of outdoor camp LIE and COW
cred with dust and PRECIPITATION, Ger
taAnly no one would rave recognized
In this very bedraggied young man.
er was a guest at the hotel on the hill.
Scowling f1ercely, he dragged his
heavy suitcase up the path, only to be
met at the veranda steps by q POM
pouslooking individual Who effects
ally barred his further progress.
"Can't come up the front way, fel-
leh;" said the pompous one. IAN
tadesmen and peddlers"-with q sig-
nifleant look at the heavy ease--mnst
90 round the back" and he waved ham
graDdly away.
What the" And then M the full
Significance OF the servants remark
struck him, Max Harding burst into q
laugh ''Tradesmen and peddlerD-
well, by Jove. that IL a good one /
certainly must look hne," he thought
20 himself, and then aloud, "An right
Your Hghness. I'll 60 round the back"
and he went.
Maybe 1 can sneak n through the
kitchen and get washed up before /
greet mother" he thought IF she
ever catches me looking like this
Hello, whew-ew-ew," and ne whistled
softly, for a remarkably pretty girl
sat directly In front Of the kitchen
door, Smelling peas-thus once more
blocking his progress.
"Have you a moment TO spareT mo
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.
well, do you mind II ut down On
the lawn a minuter he hasardsd 11T
his third venture.
II do not" again responded the '.fair
lady OF the peas" taking him I'm with
one all-appraising glance.
So Max sank down on the little plot
Of grass In front of the house and,
Leaning his head back against The
building. closed his eyes.
'Poor fellow" thought ths Eixi, her
sympathy aroused ut Last, - must b
pretty tired. I'm afraid I was rather
sharp with him. Well, he looks darn
enough for one OF those Syrian CT Ar
menian peddlers. but he certainly does
not talk Hike one. tn Just run In and
got him q glass OF raspberry shrub.
It'n cool him or before hs goes"
She was back In a moment with q
glass OF delicious looking liquid, and
tapping the young man on the shool-
der. slaa offered 1t to him.
Here, drink this" shs said. I'm
sorry couldn't stop 70 look at yOE
wares"
This time his mother Was seated on
the vernnda, and she greeted him Of
fusively. but he managed to make her
understand that a bath and come clean
: linen we're the two most essential
things IN his life at that particular mo-
ment, and so escaped 10 his room.
He descended about an hour latss.
looking very different In his white fan
nels, and his mothers pride shone Am
her eyes, and she greeted him.
"And Max" she said, there's Ehe
Ioveliest girl here. i want you % noeOt
her. Her name IL Anna Cabot"
"Now, mother" he demonstrated.
But, Max, dear, this one IL difeoa-
emil She's not one OF the buttsrfliea
that you are always obJectfng to. She
is graduate OF domestic science
college. and she knows no end OF
things But wait-shes promised %
sit at our table tonight and you'H sse
for yourself"
well, no Sign Of your divinity Jet.
mother" said Max, some minutes la
ter. when they had started Ehelr din
ner; ''pezhaps" = hopefully = 'Ehe's
changed her mind"
mo, here she comsa," said Mrs.
Harding, and straight TO their table
came the lady OF his afternoons adj
venture.
Lifting her eyes to acknowledge tina
introduction, the color flooded into the
girls face. and her eyes asked innu-
merable questions ~ she recognised
him.
did you know tAat Katie. the cook,
left this afternoonr asked the gin OF
Mrs. Harding, some moments later.
when she was herself again.
Good gracious" gaspsd that lady.
who took her placer
81 DID," said the girl. quietly meas-
urIng giances with the young man op-
posite her. 81 promised Mr.. Lane that
! would try and see II the hotel
couldn't run a Conservation kichen,'
so now I'm cook, pro tenn"
why. my dear. srsn't you clsverr
exclaimed his mother. looking nc her
son with an 'T-told-you-so" expression.
Just then the waitress entered the
dining room with liquid refreshmsnts
clinking in a silver pitcher.
H. ~ y