Missouri Valley times. [volume] (Missouri Valley, Iowa) 1874-1931, 1920-07-01
By orlLLlA F. PFElFFER
1920. western Newspaper Union,

piue you IKE so well. OLD STOCK. You
can have 1t at the old price, too'
"Thank you." nodded Tiden. "I'll
be fair with you as to what potatoes
you need" and departed with his team,
congratulating himself on securing
real bargain.
"For mercy's sake!" exclaimed his
wife as, reaching home, he carried in
his purchase. "What do you ever sup
pose we can do with all that lot of
goods?"
"Why, I'm always ready for new
outfit. Dick will be home from school
next month and will want roughing
It suit, and I'll guarantee neighbor
will be glad to take the balance off /
our hands," !
Forthwith Mrs. Tilden set ut work
to make four suits. two for her hus- !
band and two for her son. The latter
were destined to play prominent part
in the career OF stranger who be-
came member of the Tilden house
hold week later. He was young
man from the city named Boyd Wis
ner, looking for comfortable board
and lodging for month amid the
peace and quiet Of nature. He had
been directed to the Tilden farm as
the select and ideal place where plain
home living meant luxury to the man
with healthy appetite, and he walk
! ed out to the farm, took one look at
its happy faced, buxom mistress and
the evidences of comfort and prosper
ity about the home, and felt that he
was among friends from the start.
"Sort Of over stylish for us, isn't
he, Maria7" suggested her husband,
when their boarder appeared at the
breakfast table the next morning
wearing the light fancy suit of the
afternoon previous.
"Oh, no." came the prompt reply,
"Mr. Wisner has been telling me of
his troubles. His trunk didn't arrive
when he did and he won't have a
change of clothing until it does. He
is going to the station to see about
1t first thing after breakfast"
But two hours Investigation and
telegrnphing brought no results Some
where along the line the trunk had
been lost, stolen or delivered to the
wrong person.
ut won't take long to ruin this
fimsy outfit I'm wearing among the
bushes and brambles," remarked Wis
ner II came here to rough it, and
any old suit would do If you could
hunt one up for me-"
"Why." exclaimed the helpful house
wife, "if you're not too proud to wear
overalls I can fit you out wonderful
ly WELL Our son Is about your build,
I Just finished two new working suits
for him last week and you can wear
either of them, or both. until your
trunk Is found"
II declare!'' exuberated Wsner as
he viewed himself newly attired in
the mirror, "they actually become me.
Mrs. Tilden, you are jewel and
can play the happy farmer boy to per-
fection."
Just that Boyd Wisner set himself
the task of doing. 1t became nov
, city and a JOY to share in the early
morning work on the farm and get UP
n satisfactory appetite before break,
, fast. That jaded sensation of ennui
, began to dissipate under the spur OF
!, healthy exercise. Then afternoons he
, would take his fishing rod and ne
, Isaak Walton ever enjoyed more the
sport of angling for a supper supply
of rare speckled trout.
He was returning homeward with
his usual string of fresh water beauties
when a figure, that of q girl of about
nineteen, crossed the path lining a
8 perfect wildwood tangle, lost her foot
ing and disappeared where the edge
). shelved. She was blur of blue color
+, for she wore skirt and waist Of thu
: same material as his overalls. Wisne7
caught the echo Of faint cry. al
j. hurried to the path and glanced dow1
> among the bushes. The fairy in den
i'm was recovering her poise where {
/. ledge enabled her to sustain temper
/ ary footing.
: "Don't waver, or you will have an
: other tumble" called down Wisnel
! He threw himself fdt and extende
his arms. A face Of flashing beaut
looked up into his own. A pair o
delicate white hands accepted his prot
fered help.
= "Marjorier'
. How much that utterance expresse
to him, for here strangely was tn
!, ! girl whom he had parted from in tn
city a week previously, he in til
/ because she smiled at a rival, she net
). tied and imperiously declaring tina
. "all was over between them!"
'Fate seems to have brought us tt
. gether again." he said with earnes
feeling. "Shall we forget the pas
: and imagine ourselves farm boy an
;. farm girl, begin life-and love-a
a over again?"
!. Marjorie Dale placed a willing han
! within his own, and the forest glad
echoed with exquisite bird song, an
+ life seemed to have new meanin
Rry thovro 4.