The Lamar register., 1920-05-19

Before Lillian Lowell was complete
ly awakened that morning she knew in
stinctively that something nice was GO
ing to happen TO her. She gaZed dream
lily at the Handicapped wall paper with
which her would-be artistic landlady
had adorned her room, but somehow
she didn't see the absurd little boat
man and the miniature lake which
was represented again and again upon
the walls. Instead her thoughts had
leaped into the coantry, for spring was
In the air. and In fancy she was back
in North Conway climbing the granite
studded sides of Kearsarge or tolling
laboriously up Moat mountain In search
OF tre!ling arbutus. How beautiful
II was, the fragrant waxeb blossoms
And the deep pink ones
Package for you," called her land
lady, Mrs. Lemon, just outside her
door. IT'S marked North Conway"
Lillian flew to the door at must he
flowers" she said when she saw the
package. Her busy fingers made short
work Of the wrappngs and soon dis
closed a huge bunch of arbutus. MY
little sister Ruth must have sent them.
You must have some, Mrs. Lemon" aud
she chose some of the large white clus-
ters for her friend, who soon became
incoherent in her remonstrances con-
cernlng Lillian's generosity.
When she dressed, Lillian stood
looking at the flowers a moment Il
hate to leave you here with no one to
enjoy you, you little stars. I'm going
to take some of you down to the office
and put on Mr.. Hartford's desk. Per-
hAps yOu'll cheer him up"
For Mr.. Hartford was reported to be
suffering from misplaced affection,
20 office talk had It. At any rate he
had never smiled on any OF his feml-
nine force, they knew he was unmar-
ried, and by the inductive method of
reasoning. the man who never takes
any of his girls out TO dinner, hasn't
kind word for any of them, never
even notices II a girl has done her hair
n new way. must he in love. Since
he had never been seen anywhere with
n girl, they reasoned that he had he
come woman hater. Down at the
office she found a vase. and arranged
TO rose, and right In the center OF ner
bouquet she placed a dainty spray Of
the most blushing pink OF all. Blush
ing herself at her tsmerlty she placed
the beautiful blossoms upon his desk.
She hoped he would like them. She
rather thought he would. still men
were queer. and had strange prociivi-
ties for rising on the wrong side Of
the bed She heard him coming. and
suddenly wished she had not put them
there, but the eyes OF the other girls
were upon her, and she dared not re-
move them. In came Mr. Hartford.
His customary good morning said, he
seated himself at his desk.
"Arbutus and such lovely colors !
Where did they come fromT"
He swung around In his chair. All
eyes were fixed upon him, except one
pair, whose owner was rivnling the
arbutus In her bushes.
"oh. l see. Thank you very much,
Miss Lowell"
"They came from New Hampshire.
My sister sent them"
And you shared them with IN,
Thank you"
Il. too. have picked arbutus in New
Hampshire"
In New Hampshire" she repeated,
"wherer'
i've picked bushels OF these he
touched the flowers gently, Just below
the White Horse ledge. "Why, there's
one spot up there that l used to 90 TO
every year. 1 never told any where il
was. but there they are all this deli
clous pink"
"whlte Horse ledger"
"why. yes. Odd name. isn't TT They
call II White Horse because you can
see u white horse on the side NJ the
cliff. 1t really does look like q horse.
Some people have found other things
on the ledge An Indian, a canoe. a
dog but those things require too
great strain on my imagination. The
horse, though, can truly see
$50 can l." replied Lillian. though
It took me full half-hou: the first
time dad showed him to me. But
didn't know you came from up there"
But knew you did, and ON the
strength Of the fact that we both came
from one little town tucked away
among the White mountains. I'm going
to ask Won TO hive dinner with me to-