The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1919-04-10
pen 50 often that the tale is almost

pen so often that the tale IL alrnosl
too hackneyed to repeat.
Little Joy Nelson. who lived next
door to Carol and who wOrshped in
her shadow. espied Der In front Of the
church, and darted across the street
crying. Miss Caroil Miss Carol Miss
Il Carol" just as the engine FLASHED and
the wheels moved. the child rushed In
front OF the car. hating. for paraIyz-
Ing moment, In the teeth OF danger.
Lindsay reversed, with sickenlng
sense that the act was futile Then 4
slender figure stopped within his Wis
lon, 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 dimity angel of deliver
ance, herself breathing a little hur-
riedIy, as she stood with her arm
about the frightened child.
Il can never thank you enough !" he
stammered But you took a risk
the car might have struck you, too,
miss"
Carol looked gravely up into his face
1t was likable face, with cleancut
features, steady gray eyes, and dark
hair. grazing bit at the edges.
II am Carol Thurston," she replied
simply. Joy is my little neighbor and
/ would take greater risk than that
for her. any time"
81 am Edward Lindsay" he inform
ed her. Wont you let me take you
both to your destination"
1--WE are here already" smiled Carol.
Il 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 Marianne Marks
braclng 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 smil-
ing he felt a sudden desire to help Mr..
Banks
81 used to be pretty good at that sort
Of thing" he suggested college the
ltricals. you know. and then ! taught
school for three or four years. ! would
ne glad to help Mr. Banks sometime
+ yoH-if he needs me. / shall ask
him tomorrow"
And when Sloan Center gathered
or the harvest home, to exclaim over
hn fha |
ormers, no one knew the moving force
Jack of 1t all; Carol. her hair loos-
ned. her cheeks flushed, as she hur-
led about behind the scenes, soothing
eryous, children. encouraging. promot-
ng, adjusting costumes and Lindsay, |
racing small boys weak from stage
right. and quieting mischievous ones.
That is, no one knew it until Mr..
tanks made his annual speech, Just
efore the last chorus. No one had
yer listened TO 1t. but tonight as he !
losed his acknowledgements, attention {
-as breathless. {
'In my years of service, I may say I
Try entertainment. and ! consider IT 7
ne entirely TO my assistants. Miss
arol Thurston and Mr.. Edward Lind '
~" {
Sloan Center was pricked as by an
ectric needle by the innocent linking :
these two names. 4
"They have not missed one evening
nee the rehearsals began" droned
e speaker. "and they have furnished
any ideas. which they carried out in
aiming Also, they planned and ar
nged the decorations. which have so
autified our auditorium. giving free
Of both time and labor"
That WAS as far as any of the Mer-
makers. at least. heard the speech.
"And Mr.. Banks asked us to help
N firstI'' gasped Fanny Bonner.
III had known" Mariana Marks
ually crisp voice trsiled of fab
v.
Out in the deserted classroom. IN
owing of the sensation which had
IN created In the auditorium, Carol
5 gasping.
II had known"
IF | had known" laughed Edward
ldsay. softly and fondly. as he held
hands. "tbat this old town held
causes headache, indi-
ton, dizziness, drowsiness. For a