The Yale expositor., 1920-01-15
IN BERRY TIME
BY JOSEPHINE S. BROOKS

you'll see, girls. If you are sure
that James Warrington is to spend his
vacation In Creekville. I'll cure him Of
being a woman hater. / wonder what
he looks like? Dark and nice-looking,
you say? All the better But hurry Off
the train, or you'll get carried on.
Good-by."
Arrived at Creekville, Lena soon
found herself jogging along behind
her hosts faithful old horse.
II know I'll like it, knight or no
knight. How pretty it is" she
thought.
AS the days passed Lena became a
favorite with everyone. Unselfish 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-
splration and berry-stained, picking
berries in the pasture. A most bewitch-
ing picture she made.
So thought a passing autoist as he
footed his horn to arouse her.
Lena had started up, and sat staring
at young James Warrington.
He called out, "Say, miss. can't you
sell me some of those berries"
"Yes, but they are awful dear, forty
cents box~ she teased, trying hard
to conceal her amusement.
"May | know the name of the fair
berrypicker% The man bowed low.
Lena Willoughby Carrow, curtseying
gracefully, answered soberly:
Lena Willoughby, kind SIR, and
yours2' she asked coyly.
James Lathrop Warrington, at
your service, little country lady,"
bowed the young man.
The girl started slightly, a CLEAN in
her pretty blue eyes.
MAY 1 help fill your other PAM
Then l will drive you home, If l may"
he pleaded.
ps-auntie-won't approve.
But it's so hot, and the pans are
heavy" feigned the plotting miss.
Later, with the pans piled high with
berries, as well as the scarf full,
which Warrington slowed away safe
ly, they started homeward.
"See here, Miss Willoughby. II your
aunt is so pru-so careful 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. snow please set me down
on this side of the>fence. Aunt won't
like 1t II she sees you," she eau
toned.
After repeated wavings the auto
list sped out of view.
"rve met him, the woman-hater;
q little country lady has conquered
him. Well, WE'LL" she triumphed.
That night letter to her club told
the girls Of her wonderful success.
AS vacation waned another letter
rushed to the club, and 1t ended:
II know you will be surprised to
learn that Ja-Mr. w. and l, have
promised to pick our berries together
all our life. Can you believe 1t, he
woman hater? Here's a secret: ]. L.
W. doesn't dream that l am an heir
ess he thinks I am a poor girl. It's
so heavenly to be worshiped for ones
self alone. wish he were not wealthy
We arrive Tuesday. You'll like him,
etc."
1t happened on the evening after
their arrival, the party given In their
honor, Lena never forgot that party,
where James appeared with his
cousin.
LENA, let me present my cousin,
James Gordon Warrington" he an
nounced. 81 nearly said, the woman
hater of fame, but since he has seen
my bride-to-be, can see his views
are changing"
Lena's face went white, then red.
Accustomed to controlling her emo
lions, she Strengthened and said, II
should say brothers instead of cousins,
so great is the resemblance"
The pretty, soft voice grew tremu-
lousy low at the wonder of it all.
Her James poor, not a millionaire,
not a woman haterl How glad she
was.
II have heard of Miss Carrow, am
almost converted" James, the cousin,
bowed low.
Miss Willoughby, Jim-your mis-
take" corrected James.
mo mistake, James. 1 am Lena
Willoughby Carrow, the heiress."
The mans face sobered as she
begged forgiveness.
mot here, not nowl" he said husk-
lily.
Later he chided her. "How could
you, Lenaw
slow could you, JamesT she
playfully Knocked.
"But I'm poor man." he confessed.
"Pm so glad. J. G. w. can't
match my poor ]. L. w. To think
It all matured in a berry pasture ~
"Furthered by the scarf, dear. Don't
ever lose 1t, dear little country lady"
he breathed, holding her close.
"Nor this |"
Lena held mp the half-dollar. And
you kept It'll You dear deceiyer," he
laughed.
All the club girls could say was:
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