The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1921-02-18
My Day
BY MARTHA M. WILLIAMS

&c. 1879. by Mcclure Newspaper Syndfcate.l
John Inglis began livery badly at
that. Which is not at all like him
commonly he is rock of refuge for
anybody in the neighborhood who lets
herself get overgirled. You see he can
do anything, and has nearly everything
cars, gated saddle horses, two ca
noes on the mill pond, delightful big
old house, with an adorable aunt TO
play pcopriety at need, money in both
pockets, a sweet disposition, and the
most engaging brand OF ugliness
unique, even distinguished.
He claims to have helped raise me
and intimates that he is not proud of
the job. / know hsw to take that
as CUFF for public consumption. Pri-
vately he looks another story-though
he hadn't ever asked me outright, my
mind was quite made up to marry him.
when I was good and ready-say after
was rising twenty-five. Maybe
ought to have told him, but it takes
SO little to make a man give himself
airs-even John. Then really couldn't
conceive him giving Lady Loring
thought, except as my friend.
Yet he called up at an ungodly hour
Just after daybreak. Wake up the
with me-" he said. Your toys will fit
her-she'll look fine in my Mexican
saddle-and tell her to let her hair
fy-it Is a dead match to Trimble
Toes name and TAIL"
The impertinence of him, Ii took
my breath a second. l flared out at
him like a house afire, but he only
Nancy. Green eyes don't become you
NOT one bit" Then as i gasped.
"You shall have roses washed i'm dew
if you're good. 0therwise-well, the
Lady Bird won't be jealous of sister
blossoms" OF course, I froze after
| that-bade him come in a hurry-rout-
ed up lady-she was horribly cross
until she knew why-then she asked
me as she went into the bathroom:
'How rich is this scarecrow of yours.
Nan? I mean in real 'money-belong-
ings don't interest mel must invest
myself for hard cash. you know"
ST think he has as much as seven
dollars" i flung after her. so angry
could barely keep my voice steady.
| I wanted to tell her she'd be lucky to
get on bargain counter. but didn't,
being a hostess cramps your style
sometimes.
When they rode off to breakfast at
| the Pines I had to laugh-John rode
so easy and lady so hard. 1t was
about her third time in saddle
know she wanted to hold on to Trim
BILE Toes name, but she didn't. must
say she was game.
Just then dad came down, wearing
mostly a dressing gown and wor-
| ried look Mother was ill-he had
! called the doctor-now ii was up to
me to call off the garden party due
| that afternoon-mother wasn't able
| to endure noises of chatter, squealing,
motors, and so forth, TO say nothing
| of Jazz. even on the lawn. A pretty
big order. but luckily / waited till af-
ter breakfast TO start carrying ii out.
| The riders were back then-Lady with
| her nose burnt scarlet at the tip. John
lifted her down just as though she had
/ been me, and set her on the piazza,
| so / had to say: "Oh, do your boots
| pinch. dear? I'm so sorry! Get them
off quick" John frowned little. but
forgot it when he heard the pickle I
I.was in. and like an angel got me out
1 of it. Went home and took the party
| bodily of my hands. i loved him for
il until he called up to tell me every
thing was arranged, and wound up
with: fOf course you won't like to
| leave your dear mother. SO I'm coming
to fetch the Lady Bird In time to help
Aunt Jane receive"
That made me murderous. but had
no time even to see<red. for here came