The evening Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1918-1920, 1920-03-08
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IN BERRY TIME
BY JOSEPHINE S. BROOKS
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poorer girls.
| You'll see. girls. If you are sure
that James Warrington is 70 spend his
vacation in Crcekvilie, I'll cure him of
| being woman hater | wonder what
he looks likei Dark and ice-looking,
| you say? All the better. But hurry off
the train, or you'll get carried on.
| Good.by."
Arrived at Creetville, Lena soon
| found herself Jogging along behind
her hosts faithful old horse.
Il know I'll like it, knight or no
knight. How pretty it is" she
| thought.
As The days passed Lena became 4
| favorite with everyone. Unselfish and
| helpful. she ut once seemed more of II
healthy country girl than an heiress.
Thus she was to be found one hot day
| cot:on-gowned, face covered with per
SEPARATION and berry stained, picking
berries in the pasture a most bewiIch
ing picture she made.
So thought passing aut0ist 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 a box :" she leased. trying hard
to conceal her amusement
May | know the name Of the fair
berrypickcr?" The man bowed low.
Lena Willouehby Carrow, curtseyns
gracefully, answered Soberly:
Lena Wiloughhy. Kind sir. and
yours" she asked coyly.
".James I.athrop Warrington, at
your service. little country lady"
bowed the young man.
The girl started slightly, CLEAN IN
her pretty blue eyes.
May | help fill your other pan?
Then | will drive you home, if may"
he pleaded.
"Perhaps-aunlie--won't approve
But lis so hot. and the pans are
heavy" fcigned the plotting miss.
Later, with the pans piled high Will
berries, rs well as the scarf fun.
which Warrington slowed away safe
~, they started homeward.
'See here Miss Willoughby. If 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.
al hi. - said tho
girl, slyly. Now please set me down
on this side of the fence. Aunt won't
like it if She sees YOU" She eau
toned
After repeated wavings the auto
list sped out of view.
"i've met him. the wontan-hater;
little country lady has conquered
him. Wei, WE'LL She triumphed.
That night 4 letter to her club told
The girls Of her wonderful success.
As vacation waned another letter
rushed to the club. and it 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 it, he n
woman hater? Here's a secret ]. l..
W. doesn't dream that l am an heir
css; he thinks | am poor girl. It's
50 heavenly to he worshiped for ones
self alone. | wish he We're 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. Il 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 reds
Accustomed to controlling her emo
t.ons, she Strengthened and said, Il
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 millionaire
not woman hater How glad she
was.
II have heard of Miss Carrow, l am
almost converted" James, the cousin, !
bowed low.
Miss Willoughby, Jim-your mis- I
take" corrected James.
NO mistake, James. I am Lena
Willoughby Carrow, the heiress."
The mans face sobered as she !
begged forgiveness.
Not here. hot now :" he said husk.
lily.
Later he chided her. GLOW could
you. Lena ~
"How could you, James" she
Knocked.
"But I'm Il poor man." he confessed. !
I'm 50 glad. ]. G. w. can't
match my poor ]. L. W. TO think
1t all inatured in berry pasture
"Furthered by the scarf, dear. Don't .
ever lose it. Gear little country lady"
he breathed holding her close.
"Nor this :"
Lena held up the half-dolar. "And 4
you kept 1t. You dear deceiycr," he 1
laughed.
All the club girls could say was:
You weren't so sure of the woman
hater after all. were you. Lena? The