The Brattleboro daily reformer. (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1913-1955, 1920-02-28
HORACE MADE GOOD
BY MABEL E. BRIeHTMAN.


the schoolroom. GAN here and ready,
but Sally Hicks and she is always
late" spoke a chorus of voices, that
surrounded the tile country school
room stove.
Sally was bright-eyed little girl
of sixteen, with cheeks like roses and
hair that fell on her shoulders in gold
en- curls. Her drive TO school each
morning was far from short, but Sally
felt she wanted to 90 and must go r
home and put on her new brown coat
and knitted red cap, that her aunt
Johanna had sent her for her birthday
the day before. Paul Rice the young
est trustee of the school was going
and she must look her very best.
what is the matter and the hurry,
my dear?" spoke SaIly's mother, look
ing over her spectac!es, as Sally rush
| ed into the kitchen "Oh. nothing
much, mother, only Horace has invited
me to ride in that horrid looking
sleigh. I just hate old-fashion sleighs
and Old-fashion people anyway splut
tered Sally, "but thon-I suppose |
will have to go, as he has been so good
to father since his illness"
Two o'clock came and Horace drew
up in front of SaIlys door. well pro-
tected from The winters cold Ivy his
red scarf securely wrapped around his
head, and his fine looking sleigh, as
he supposed
Ready, Sally" shouted Horace in
: a hoarse voice, from the sleigh.
The drive TO the little red school
seemed long to Sally, as her thoughts
were all on seeing Paul Rice, the sleigh
ride, the lovely supper at Nancy
Blake's and not on the question that
Horace had asked.
Well-and just then Sally, jumping
r from the sleigh, forgot to even thank
Horace, but he was soon tucked in and
n on his way home.
7 where have you been the last hour,
: Sally Hicks?" shouted a voice from
the corner, 1--WE want TO get started"
! Sally was cold after her long drive
and stood by the stove warming her
little white hands, first looking at
Z Paul, who stood nearby polishing his
fingernails, and thinking of the boy
r who had brought ner safely there
er and gone.
well, l don't care anyway" she
4 thought to herself, Il never did like
j old-fashion people and never WILL"
Safe to say Horace was the object
Of her thoughts and offender in COM
10 parison with Paul, the highly polished
al gentleman, who stood by the stove.
cr I'VE must get started now, boys and
girls"
Paul helped Sally on with her coat
and assisted her to the sleigh and they
OF were soon cuddled together in the cor
ner Of the hay-bottom sleigh chatting
* and laughing.
After the toasts at Nancy's class
supper the boys one by one told OF
some great adventure in their live,
and Paul's tales of his life of adven
= lures held little Sally aSestruck, Will,
the others were amused.
of The storm Is growing worse, W.
= must get started"
Paul calling Sally to one side wills
or pered in her ear in a gentle voice, ''W,
81 will go back in Mr.. Bake's new ret
sleigh, it viii be much safer and be
N sides, Sally, it looks a lot nicer"
ct, They had only gone a short distanc,
~ and they came to the turn in the roa6
of when the horse jumped, andCPaul be
ca came angry and dashed the horse. tn,
go binding drift of the new fallen snow
and the angry lashes of Paul fright
m ened the horse, the sleigh overturned
= and poor Sally lay helpless by the sid'
= of the road.
Hasn't Sally come yet" Horace OK
~ claimed as he walked into the coy sit
,rs ting room of Mrs. Hicks home. "Jacl
and all the rest have arrived"
1T is a bad night and think j
- right for me TO follow the broken roat
II TO Nancy Blake's," Horace said, in
Il deep voice.
II In a short time Mrs. Hicks ha,
il Horace well supplied with coats am
shawls and started over the road t.
II Nancy Blake's.
II cit up, DObbin, we must meet Sal
ly," Horace exclaimed to his faithful
y old white horse. The sleigh glide
over the feece-like snow and Horac
asst had gone six miles when a terr.!3l
,et, sight confronted him as he came +
hip turn in the road. There lay the gil
ost of his dreams unconscious in H.
IN snow.
81 "SaIly, Sally. can't You speak?" An
}oy picking her up in his arms he place
am her gently beside him IN the old-fasl
on toned sleigh
ged The cold sharp wind of the winte2'
nge night brought Sally to cOn<"iousues,
II and as she looked up into Horace
'eu honest blue eyes she placed her tin
use white arms around his neck and es
claimed, you are the true hero of III
Dreams"
Plea for Next Summers Garden.