The Leader, enterprise and press. (Fitzgerald, Ga.) 1915-1921, 1920-06-02

Copyright. 1850. Western Newspaper UnionJ
When Aunt Truscott wrote suggest
ing that i come to her for visit,
knew that something was up. Aunt
TruScOtt is not generous with her in
vitations, and l suspected mother had
asked for this one. | thought that ]
knew the reason: Ever since Aunt
Sarah returned from Glover Lea
that's the poetical name of Aunt
Truscott's estate-with glowing tales
of the wealthy bachelor who was ex
pected to arrive to take possession of
the big house next door to aunt's, ]
had noticed mother and Aunt Sarah,
too. watching me in speculative fash
ion. Once, l heard Aunt Sarah re
mark as sat on the veranda:
abigail is too friendly with young
Persons-who you know amounts to
nothing"
And mother had Understandings re-
piled: .
Il agree with you that it would be
well to send her away for time
where she might meet with somebody
worth, WHILE"
y chuckled. Tortures could never
persuade me to accept Bobby Persons.
Glory! What joyous restful time
1t would be; and Aunt Truscott, the
grim old dear, was quite agreeable.
For the first time.I forgave her my
nferited name of Abigail.
The first cloud on my horizon, apN
peared when, l ran aunts< roadster
plumb into a spotted dog who ran
across my path. The dog was in
jured, found, but not. so badly as ]
had feared. His eyes sought my face
trustfuliy as I lifted him into the ma
chine and drove into aunt's barn,
where we kept the roadster. I was
bending over the dog and trying to
find the extent Of his hurt, when a
young man came through side open
ing in the barn,
"Tell me where he is hurt" I said.
81 ran over him."
The red-haired young man stared
at me, then in an instant he was on
his knees examining the dog, who
weakly wagged his tail.
"Just bruised, / guess" he said at
last. eve will have to make a bed
for him here. I'm afraid it wouldn't
be wise to carry him over next door,"
"Next door!" l exclaimed. ''Then
the dog belongs to the rich bachelor!
It was out before realized that
was probably addressing the rich
bachelors chauffeur. The dog had
wagged his tail at this young mans
appearance and the man had called
him "Spotty."
"Who?" he asked stupidity.
II mean" endeavored to correct my
mistake, that the dog must belong
to your employer, Mr.. Wainwright
Mr.. Obadiah or Hezekiah, or some
thing-Wainwright. You work fol
him. don't you? Are you the chauf
feurr'
II am the young man promptly
replied. I'm chauffeur and plumber
and everything else for Mr.. Vain
wright's car. Don't / look itT''
"DO you think" I asked fearfully
shat Mr.. Wainwright will miss hi.
dog and hunt him upf And would be
be. very angry If he found that had
run into Spotty? Angry enough t.
bring q case Of darAagesT
"He can be mighty angry" the
young man honestly admitted. But
I'll take the risk with Spotty. Just
bring out a little supper for the dog
tonight-then call Jerry through the
garage door. TIL come"
Jerry did come, and he not only
looked after Spotty but gave aunt's
roadster an Overhauling that it had
needed for months. Then he drove
me down a beautiful moonlit road t.
show a certain pretty spot which had
escaped my notice. Jerry was the
incest companion! Jolly and enter
tanning in a most respectful way, ant
with the frankest bfue eyes I thinl
that / have ever seen. Jerry's face
was nice, too, in good-natured way
when the motor grease had beer
washed off between the freckles.
liked the freckles, too. They seemed
all part Of his wholesomeness,. an(
one night when Spotty got up ant
trotted out Of the barn and 1t came
to me that was not to meet Jerry
any more. Turned to stare at him a!
though had never seen him before
And, in truth, never had seen hin
in this new understanding way. Jerry
the chauffeur was the man / loved
There was no getting out Of II, Of
around IT. And, as sat there will
the sweet-scented breeze blowing IL
through the open door between US, Il
seemed to me that must always hav,
known Of my love for this man from
the moment he had bent in his dirt!
clothes over SDotty's manned figure