Clearwater Republican. [volume] (Orofino, Idaho) 1912-1922, 1921-03-04
BILL JONES
BY JACK LAWToN.

you?"
Nan caught up porch pillow and
aimed II at her brother.
You are the matter" she replied;
You and the rest of our aimless
crowd. am so tired of motoring with
silly Claud Barnett. and you had no
right 10 promise William Launcelot a
meeting with me this afternoon. His
name shows what he would be like;
| don't want to know him."
Bob regarded his sister.
"YOur real trouble" he said frankly.
us too much good fortune. II you
had to get out and work like some
girls II would be better for you"
Nan merely nodu d her pretty head.
81 think 50 too" she said-"and the
same to Yourself"
II" her brother lazily remarked,
"am conteuted with things as they
are. The rule does not apply. How
ever" he laughed AS he opened his
book. ''if ambition overwhelns you get
out on the farm and help Cy with the
grapes"
"Tll do it." she said; at will he diff
ferent. I'm going to put on gingham
dress and start for the vineyard now.
l will apply incognito-Nancy Tucker
from Tuckersville; don't you dare
breathe word"
Bob grinned.
"Yes-you-will." he ieered. but
Nan was gone. Her pink Bingham
dress was appropriately faded, and
she tucked her hair under common
garden hat and steered her little car
farmward. She found a convenient
parking place in wooded spot. and
walked on in CHEEKY sense Of ad-
venture. The pickers were variously
assembled and the spreading vine
yards made an inviting picture.
The man called Cy was not pleas.
ing, as she had hoped to find him.
Nan was really bit disappointed
perhaps in all this picturesqueness she
had also hoped to find a divertingly
picturesque personality Cy was mat
ter of fact to brusaueness
Get busy If you want the job" he
answered her timid application, and
pointed out the way.
Nan approached the loaded vines
hesitatingly, then smiled, and began
her task. The morning was extremely
hot; to the end of the orderly row
seemed 'long, long trair indeed.
But presently as she hummed and
conscientiously picked. man came
down the long trail with a basket.
Good day for picking" ne pleasant,
ly remarked.
Nan nodded. She was not acquaint-
ed with the etiquette Of the vine
yard but as the young man inter-
spersed soft whistled tunes with cas-
ual conversation, size forgot about eti-
quette and answered him in good
natured camaraderie@
"My name is plain Bill Jones'" he
working here rsgularly-jnst filling in.
And you-?'
Nan turned down the brtm of the
garden hat to hide her confusion. Pm
| Just filling in, too" she said
where are you going to eat your
lunch?" Bill Jones asked in the friend
~ manner which was not in the least
| presumptuous.
Il am going to eat mine back in a
shady spot near the fence. Aunt TIL
| ly fixed IA generous packet of sand
wiches for me. and doughnuts. You
will have to have one of those. Aunt
Titles doughnuts were made to be
| shared"
| "Thanks," said Nan; II will"
But the shrewd dark eyes read her
| subterfuge as she attempted to slip
/ away.
You haven't brought lunch with
| yOu," accused Bill Jones. PLEASE stay
and share NINE"
And some Way or other the appeal
ing please" was impossible TO re-
sist. Two soiled and weary pickers
promptly made their way to certain
shady place near the fence, and COM
muned as they ate their meal.
II think" said Nan at last In small
voice. that I'll just work an hour
more. then go. II does make ones
back ache. doesn't it?'
Bill Jones was at once sympathet-
ic stop right where you are. if you
feel that way" he advised.
! Nan went slowly and regretfully
down the road to woodsy spot where
she had parked her car: 1t seemed a
| pity to have to run away from the
only really happy day of ones visit.
| Just because convention made tina; sort
of happiness forbidden. Whatever
would the wilkins and her own family
think of her enjoyment in such chance
acquaintanceship? She gazed ruefully
| at her stained gingham dress.
Thought I'd ger in and run the car
out for you" a voice remarked.
Bill Jones, in neat customary attire.
! sat in the seat.
"Step IN. Miss Nan Tuxley," he per-
suaded please do not deny the
| friendship have worked so hard to
| win. | was sitting around the curve
of the wilkins veranda this morning
when YOU and Bob were talking.
am the William Launcelot Bob was
anxious to have you meet. William
Jones Launcelot. forester by profess