The producers news. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1918-1937, 1919-08-15
LOVES WITCHERY
~ LEE vERohE ALLAN.


Don't speak OF n. I'm on,v r,o,
.a. tne people at. Hillside went b
sappointed. Remember. though. yo,
are Robert Wade" -
I've got my lesson nv heart
laughed the other.
Amnesty drifting, leaving n :,
S,a e "nere he would land, Dude,
north had entered into a casual con
efsauon with his seat mate on tn,
'ain. The latter had told him that h,
was pound for Weston. but he had in
morning. ~ :" Ina
You see," he explained, "some PEG
PIE at Hillside sent to an agency in
the city for chauffeur, I agreed to
.ake the position. Only this morning
.nousn' an old employer sent for me-
sorry TO disappoint the agency and the
"ortningtons.. They expect me on this
train"
see here," interposed North. 81
want work. Wonder If I couldn't fit
IN And an hour later, fully posted.
ne arrived at the station of the little
town OF Hillside. In the distance a
lake showed, surrounded by fine resi-
oences. An automobile stood at the
eose OF the platform. From 1t young
man with satchel fastened to catch
ne tram and directed the quick query
80 the one passenger alighted:
You the new chauffeur? ' and North
bowed assentingly.
All right, there's the car. My sis.
ters are over at the store" Then he
was gone and crossing the street the
s"eetest little specimen of girlish love-
hness came tripping mp to the machine.
Oh, the new chauffeur?" she spoke.
MY sister Hortense will be here in a
minute or two. You don't know the
ways around her. of course?"
1t will not take me long to learn"
submitted North.
No, and I'll help YOU" chartered on
Miss Gladys Worthington. "I'u call
OUT right or left just before we
reach turn"
shall certainly be obliged" said
north. and the warm sense of emotion
the very human Gladys had inculcated,
became CONCEALED as her queenly sis
ter appeared and with chilling hauteur
spoke the mandatory word: Home"
There was winding road, then two
junction thoroughfares. Fright" di-
rected a silvery voice; another turn,
and LEFT"
GLADYS, you annoy me-" spoke the
naughty Miss Hortense
You'd be worse annoyed if MIR.
Wade-that Is your name / believe
took you out of your way"
Our chauffeur can be instructed by
the butler" planned Miss Hortense
frigidly.
After that North was always glad
when Gladys was the sole passenger in
the car.
"Mr. Wade" she said one day, when
he had halted the machine at the side
of lonely country road while some
little children, guests of Gladys, were
gathering flowers, would you feel
bored L L read yQg some ting,es ] have
been trying to~ whip int shape for d
club paper group Of us have started?a
81 should be greatly pleased"
avowed North, and the pure, clear
sentiments enunciated by the rhymes
showed the true innocence and ingenu-
BUSINESS of this unspoiled daughter of
the rich. North forgot himself in sug-
gesting corrections, in perfecting the |
rhymes of the little poem.
"Why, Mr.. Wade" she exclaimed.
you must have read and studied
great deal to know all thatI" and he
discerned an awakening suspicion in
her mind that he was not what he pur-
ported to be. The barrier of their
widely separated social status was
completely broken down when, one
day, a reckless driver collided with
their car, and, but for Wade Selling
Gladys and leaping with her to safety
at the risk Of his own life, hers would
have been sacrificed.
All this led to natural result-Dud.
ley North had met his fate and could
not resist telling Gladys that he loved
her. lie COIQ nef also lnat he cOulG
not remain near her in false position.
OF his past he divulged nothing. He
would go away and make something
better of himself than an unambitious
chauffeur. Then Gladys wept softly,
but told him that she would follow him
to the ends of the wOrldFat his word
North had advised Mr.. WorthiDgton
that he would give up his position on
a certain day. The one preceding
Miss Hortense ordered him to drive
to the depot for guest North gave
a great start as the guest in question
arrived on the train. The latter stood |
spellbound, staring at him from the
nlatform. He was an old man, stern, |
In his presentment, but
something kindly stirred him at the
ight of North-the son whom he had |
sent adrift after senseless quarrel.
"Soi" he said. but with a slight
catch In his voice, ''menial labor. Is
Itr
.sTa that dishonorableT calmly ques-
tsoned Dudley. "The machine is ready |
anr xpxnxJ cir"