Highland recorder. (Monterey, Highland County, Va.) 1877-1972, 1920-05-14
EXPENSIVE EGGS
BY ELLEN KEE.
J. 1920. by Mcclure News, aper syndicai


the hen house.
"Come Scooter, come Fluster, here
Speckles," she called and heaved a
sigh of relief when the last one was
safely locked in the hen house.
. Then she went indoors to- arrange
her basket and get dressed. AT the
other end of the town was an ex-
elusive club for whose members Jean
each day supplied fresh eggs.
IF my Leghorns will only keep up
their good work. she unused as she
dressed, "at the present price of eggs
shall soon have enough to pay for
my whole term at art school next
year." and she pulled the fieecy cap
down over her lovely brown hair.
"Wonder what the new owner will
be like" she muSed rs she walked
along. "Perlaps he will be too high
and mighty to buy eggs from little
country girl, although goodness knows.
they're expensive enough p
Arrived at her destination, Jean
waited in the reception room for the
manager, and chatted with some of
the club members with whom she, had
become a great favorfte.
"I'm going TO buy some of that black
elder, Miss Jean," said one of the
ladies.
"Have you any left for me-" said
deep voice, and pleasant faced
young man wholn Jean had noticed
before. came forWard with q. smile.
Jean pointed 10 her empty basket.
81 should like to order some from
you if may" he said. 81
jeans practical mind at once well
coined new customer"
81 can get you as large bunch as
you would like" she said.
oh" said the young man, walking
down the steps with her, "I will come
for them at any time you say. You
see," noticing the girls surprised lock,
81 drive the machine for this club,
and can easily stop at your place and
get them. am Keith Merrill-at
your service"-and he smiled.
"Ah," thought Jean, "a chauffeur.
Well, at least we ere fellow wage
earners."
Promptly at the appointed hour he
drove up to the modest little white
cottage.
"What a fine car" exclaimed Jean,
frankly voicing her admiration. 81
should think you would be proud to
drive such beauty"
won't you let me give you little
rider said the young man. 81 am
free this evening-and I'll stop and
get the elderberries on my way back"
Jean hesitated moment-but the
temptation was so strong-so running
into the house to tell Aunt Anne, she
was back again in a moment and away
they sped through the country roads
on Il ver-to-be-forgotten ride.
swell, tomorrow will he my last day
to take eggs up to the clubhouse"
said Jean one evening as they were
spinning along.
"And pray why the last?" asked her
companion with surprise in his voice,
and Jean told him of her course at
art school, interrupted by Aunt Alice's
illness, and Of her resolve to make
her flock of Leghorns pay for her last
years tuition.
"And then I can teach" she said,
"and I've really been very fortunate,
for I wanted to make the money be-
fore the new owner of the clubhouse
came to take charge, and I've done it.
l hear he's a very domineering, dis
agreeable sort of man."
Her companion started. Indeed"
he remarked dryly.
EYES," said Jean, "and it's too bad,
for Mr.. Seton, the former owner, has
always been so kind. Well, at any
rate, I'm glad that I shan't have to
meet the new man, for, after tomor-
row, l shall have just enough for my
tuition"
''Has the season been profitable
one for you, so far?" she queried of
her companion, suddenly realizing
that he had vouchsafed very little in
formation as to his own plans.
ooh, yes" he answered quickly, and
she wondered why he smiled.
Next morning Jean arrived at the
clubhouse a little earlier than usual.
None Of the members were in sight.
A bellboy met her at the door say
ing, "Oh, Miss Jean, the new owner
wants to see you in the Office"
Jeans heart sank, but seeing no
way out of it, she deposited her
precious basket in a corner and went
III. The Office was deserted, so she sat
down to wait. A door suddenly
slammed behind her, and Jean turned
around to gaze straight into the smil-
ing face of "the man who drove the
car for the clubhouse" 5
I'm waiting to see the new owner"
said Jean, "is he as bad as they say?"
''Ill leave that question for you to
answer" said Merrill.
''For mel Why, haven't met him 7"
exclaimed the girl. Where is he?"
Here" answered the young man,
and he held out his hands. "Jean,
dear, please forgive me-my name is
Keith Merrill Harding, but 1 could not
bear that you should know it until you
had at least changed your opinion Of
him."
"But-but- really-I-really-I don't
see," faltered the girl, bewildered.
Love is always blind" said the