The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1919-10-31
IN BERRY TIME
BY JOSEPHINE s. BROOKS
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die Corners laughed. But millionaire
helresses have the advantage over u
poorer girls.
you'll see, girls. If you are sur
that James Warrington is to spend hi
vacation in Creekville. III cure him d
being a woman hater. l wonder wha
he looks like? Dark and nice-looklng
you sayY All the better. But hurry OF
the train, or youll get carried on
Good-by.n
Arrived ut Creekvllle, Lena soor
found herself jogging along behint
her hosts faithful old horse.
81 know I'll like 1t, knight or nd
knight. How pretty it is,' shd
thought.
AS the days passed Lena became
fayorte with everyone. Unselflsh and
helpful, she at once seemed more Of
healthy country girl than an heiress
Thus she was to be found one hot day
cotton-gowned, face covered with per
spiration and berry-stalned, picking
berries in the pasture.A most bewitchn
ing picture she made.
] w AibuEhL a Ids5luS uNibiNl ua ht
looted his horn to arouse her.
Lena had started up, and sat staring
Mt young James Warrington.
He called out, Say, miss, can't you
sell me some of those berries?"
Yes, but they are awful dear, FORTH
cents a box !" she teased, trying hard
to conceal her amusement.
MAY l know the name Of the fair
bemyplcker?" The man bowed low.
Lena Wllloughby Carrow, curtseying
gracefully, answered soberly:
Lena Willoughby, kind sir, and
yours?" she asked cOyly
flames Lathrop Warrington, at
your service, little country lady,
bowed the young man.
The girl started slightly, a gleam in E
her pretty blue eyes.
"May | help fill your other PAM
Then will drive you homo, If / may,
he pleaded.
'Perhaps-auntie-won't approve.
But it's so hot. and the pans areI
heavy" fegned the plotting miss.
Later with the pans piled high withu
berries, MS wen MS the scarf full,
which Warrington slowed away safe
~, they started homeward.
"See here, Miss Wllloughby. If yourI
aunt is so pru-so cnreful of you,
why not meet me in the berry pasture
tomorrow, when I'll bring the scarf,
you know?" spoke the artful James.
"We-el, just this once" said the
girl, shyly. "Now please set me down
on this side OF the fence Aunt won't
like it if she sees you" she eau
toned.
After repeated wavlngs the auto
list sped out Of view
ave met him, the woman-hater;
n little country lady has conquered
him. Wen, we'll" she triumphed.
That night a letter to her club told 4
the girls Of her wonderful success.
AS vacation waned another letter
rushed to the club, and it ended:
81 know you will be surprised to
learn that Ja-Mr. w. and I, have
promised to pick our berries together
all our life Can you believe it, he
woman hater? Here's a secret: ]. L.
w. doesn't dream that / am an heir
ess he thinks l am a poor girl. It's
so heavenly to be worshiped for ones
self alone. I wish he were not wealthy
We arrive Tuesday. You'n like him,
etc"
1t happened on the evening after
their arrival the party given ia their
honor, Lena never forgot that party,
where James appeared with his
cousin.
Lena, let me present my cousin, B
James Gordon Warrington" he an.
nounced. Il nearly said, the woman
hater of fame, but since he has sect
my bride-to-be, / can see his views
nre changing"
Lena's face went white, then red.
Accustomed TO controlling her emo
tions, she Strengthened and said, Il
should say brothers instead Of cousins,
so great Is the resemblance"
The pretty, soft voice grew tremu-
ously low at the wonder Of It all.
Her James poor, not millionaire,
~ "a hNAhtAA AAeAANA IAAOW Eiuu hilo
was.
II have heard of Miss Carrow, am
almost converted" James, the cousin,
bowed low.
Miss Willoughby, Jlm-your mis-
AXE" corrected James.
mo mistake, james. I am Lena
Villoughby Carrow, the heiress."
The mans face sobered as she
begged forgiveness.
mot here, not now" he said husk-
ly
Later he chided her. "HOw could
'ou, Lena 4"
How could you, Jamesp she
layfully mocked.
"But Pm poor man." he confessed.
"Tm so glad. j.. G. w. can't
latch my poor J. L. w. To think
all matured in berry pasturer
'Furthercd by the scarf, dear. Don't
yer lose It, dear little country lady"
e breathed, holding her close.
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