The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1919-06-19

\ might meet Carol Thurslon. woul'
never take time 10 look Mt her with th'
seeing eye, but fate took haad, viii
pne ef those happenings which wrecl
the nerves Of driver aud which hap
pen so often that the tale IL rlrS4G
TOO hackneyed TO repeat.
Little Joy Nelson. who lived mex
door TO Carol and who worshiped II
her shadow. espied her in front of thu
church. aud darted across the street
! crying. "Miss Carol. Miss Carol Mis-,
Carroll" Just as the engine clashed anc
the wheels moved, the child rushed IL
front of the ear. haltlns. for paralyz
Ing moment, In the teeth OF danger
Lindsay reversed, with a sickening
sense that the act was futile. Then a
slender figure stopped within his Wis
ion. and dragged the little body free
of the wheel. which stopped the next
second. just where the child had
halted.
Then white and painting, Lindsay
faced blue dlmiiy angel OF deliver
ance. herself breathing little hur-
riedly, as she stood with her arm
about the frightened child.
II can never thank you enough. :" he
stammered. But you took risk
the car might have struck you, too
miss"
Carol looked gravely up into his face
1T was a llkable face, with cleancut
features, steady gray eyes, and dark
hair, graying bit at the edges.
Il am Carol Thurston," she replied
simply. soy Is my little neighbor and
! would take greater risk than that
for her. any time"
II am Edward Lindsay" he inform
ed her. wont you let me take you
both to your destination?"
"We are here already" smiled Carol.
II am to help Mr.. Banks prepare for
our annual harvest home, and Joy Is
one OF the Sunday school pupils"
Edward Lindsay fingered The drive
TO Crystal Spring. In Mariana Marks
bracing company, did not allure. Just
now, as he looked at the quiet young
woman before him. with her smooth
blond braIds wound about her head,
and her blue eyes both grave and sml-
Ing, he felt sudden desire to help Mr..
Banks.
II used TO be pretty good at that sort
of thing" he suggested. college the
atrfcals, you know. and then | taught
school for three or four years. wonld
be glad 10 help Mr. Banks sometime
If yon--if he needs me. I shall ask
him tomorrow
And when Sloan Center gathered
for the harvest home, 70 eyclaim over
the decorations and applaud the per-
formers, no one knew the moving force
back 0f II all; Carol. her hair loos-
ened, her cheeks flushed, as she hur-
ried about behind the scenes, soothing
nervous children. encouraging, promot-
Ing. adjusting costumes; and Lindsay.
braclng small boys weak from stage
fright. and quietlng miSchiey0us ones.
That Is. no one knew 1t until Mr..
Banks made his annual speech. Just
before the last chorus No one had
ever listened TO II. but tonight as he
closed his acknowledgements, attention
was breathless.
an my years Of service, | may say
that this has been our most satisfac-
tory entertainment. and | consider IL
due entirely TO my assistants, Miss
Carol Thurston and Mr. Edward Lind
say
Sloan Center was pricked as by an
electric needle by the innocent linking
OF these two names.
"They have not missed one evening
since the rehearsals began" drOned
the speaker. "and they have furnished
many ideas. which they carried out In
training Also. they planned and ar
ranged the decorations, which have so
bcautIfied our auditorium. giving free
Iy of both time and labor"
That was as far as any of the Mer-
rymakers. at least. heard the speech.
sand Mr. Banks asked US to help
him first. :" gasped Fanny Bonner.
"lf had known" Mariana Marks
usually crisp voice trailed or fab
bly,
Out In the deserted classroom. un-
Of the sensation which had
been created In the auditorium. Carol
was gasping.
"ff had known,'
III had known" laughed Edward
Lindsay, softly and fondly. as he held
Ter hands. that this old town held
such perfect woman--such a blessed
wife as you win be-"
III had known" jnbllated Aunt
Luretta to Carol. later, IL couldn't
lave planned II better myself"
An Aneiess Custom.
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