The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1921-05-26
The MILLER
BY MoLLiE heather.

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When Gerry came to Aunt Phoebe's
she looked the landscape DER disap. |
pointedly. Gerry, in her own city |
home, was accustomed to the compan. |
ionship of various cavaliers. Aunt
Phoebe's resident village seemed desti.
tute of this-in Gerry's opinion-nec.
essary attention. Who would there
be to drive her down the long inviting !
road? Who, to, row her across the
willow-bordered stream? The young
women Of the town appeared to be
absorbedly engaged in tiresome tasks |
Gerry had come to play.
Aunt Phoebe" she asked one morn
ing, "do you know any nice young
man who might care to pleasantly
while away the time Of my visit?"
Aunt Phoebe stared. while her
niece, with a little laugh, turned to
the doorway. Evidently Aunt Phoebe
had no suggestion to offer concerning
her own summertime amusement, so
she would have to seek it herself.
The road to the mill looked inviting.
Gerry happily followed that road. She
had crossed, during her drive into
town, the picturesque bridge over the
ripping water. And she had, at the
time, mentally resolved to inspect the
old mill building, with it's clean floors
showing through the wide doorway.
ho ho1 IN,
time, but bags Of grain were still sold
there, and business carried on in a
measure. Gerry thought that she
might be able to get some good snap
shots of the tiny waterfall over the
cliffs. But she was all unprepared
for the miller, When a young man
popped his blond head out of an up
per window, she found herself snap
ping him in the picture. 1t was pro-
voking, though he was so very good
looking, and his stare of pleased sur
prise at seeing her there would no
doubt be registered too. Gerry could
imagine the girls testing remarks
| when they saw the picture she had
| mailed them.
"Have you fallen in love with the
miller of Deep" Dot would probably
ask, while the young men back home
would probably joke concerning her
new admirer. The snap was bound to
| be good one.
"Good-by," said Gerry, with smile
| to take the edge from her words, II am
much obliged and I shall not see you
| again."
The miller stopped to fasten his
apron.
"Al right" he remarked casually.
"Glad to have met you. If you should
| care to come over here again and have
the whole place to yourself come
Thursdays. 1 always go in to the city
that day."
Gerry walked on with mixed feelings.
It was generous for the accommodate
ing young man to take her rebuff this
way. 1t was evident, however, that
the rebuff had not touched him deeply;
he was whistling. Gerry thought a
good deal about the miller It was
silly, she tolI herself, and provoking
but she did. And when she had de-
veloped her snapshots she thought
more about hi1l than ever 1t was the
miller's wondering, pictured look, that
impressed her. Almost, it seemed, that
the sight Of her had surprised him as
one coming upon a looked-for friend.
Gerry had been curiously aware of a
like sensation as she had walked do
cilely at the young mans side. Well,
| If this was love at first sight, she
| would have none Of it. Life as viii
! lage miller's wife did not at all figure
in Gerry's future plan. She did go back
to the mill on Thursday, to see if his
| cool suggestion had been entirely dis
interested. 1t was; the young miller
was nowhere to be seen. But between
her Thursday visits-which became
custom-Gerry met him frequently
upon the village streets, or in the
I meeting house. There was always a
mutual smile and word of recognition
but that was all; Gerry saw to it that
there was no more. While she was
now certain that she did not wish to
marry Doctor Don, and equally GER
tain that p0mpous Bill would also have
his refusal, Gerry was angrily deter
mined that she was not going to allow
herself to fall in love with a miller.
: Wh,, the very echo Of that lovely
stream brought to her, even now, a
heartache. And then-Gerry fell into
that very stream. It was ON Thursday
and she was crossing at a shallow
point on a slender board. , The board
keeled up treacherously, just as she
was aiming her camera, for choice
shot, and Gerry's white-shod heels
showed for a moment above water.
Then the miller fished her out. She
was comfortably sure, in some way,
that he would, even though it was
Thursday and he expected to be in
town. A white coat had been with
drawn hurriedly from the mill win
dow as she approached. And when
Gerry's wet figure was EMBODIED some
time later in that same long white
coat-and incidentally EMBODIED, also
in the millers strong, confident arms,