Cottonwood chronicle. [volume] (Cottonwood, Idaho) 1917-current, 1921-06-24
MAY MORNING
BY MOlliE MATHER.


had anticipated, in his wish TO avoid
close trains, and the spring time vista
OF held and meadow, brought from him
no conscious admiration. Above all
things, was John practical. and this
Journey but necessary factor In
necessary arrangement of his iife's fu-
ture plan. Jeremy Dawn, the success
fui president OF the great company In
which John Towne himself had made
his way. was dead. Jeremy Dawn
had died several months ago but John,
installed as succeeding president, had
been too busy to seek the carrying out
Of the plan which his superior unfoided
TO him on his sick bed
The capable junior member of the
business concern was we'll aware OF
the need of an efficient mistress In
his home. The pretentious building
that John had fitted for dwelling.
was To him merely well ordered in
siitution. Upon several past occasions
where he had been guest ut Mr.
Dawn's summer home. John had rec
ognized the value of womans hos
pltality and home management. The
polse and intelligence of Mrs. Jeremy
Dawn charmed him. John Towne pie
tured his future wife as just such u
woman, aud dispaired of finding this
paragon of choice. Now the wife that
Jeremy Dawn had named for him was
no other than his own daughter, the
daughter of this perfect woman. The
girl had been at college. John re-
membered. during his visits to the
Dawn's home, but he had absolute con
iiderce In his shrewd old friends judg
ment.
As John Towne reached the last hill
he decided, wearled of rough roads.
TO leave his car In town and continue
the journey by rail. He drove up 10
a girl seated on stIle and asked the
way TO the village station.
II have" John told her GROSSLY, lust
ten minutes 10 make my train"
THAT" pleasantly remarked the girl
In the red sweater. "is nothing In
my young life"
John stared, then he glared; which
appeared to the pretty creature In.
teresting but not disturbing. She con
tinued the hum OF her song as sks
started down hill. All at once, John
realized amazingly the beauty of the
morning, that pink flowers peeped be-
tween green leaves-that the girls
cheeks We're rose pink too, that violets
bOrdered the country road. that the
girls eyes were as deeply blue. She
glanced back over her shoulder pres
emily. and smiled. John found himself
giving an answering grin. 1t was very,
very strange-it was undignlfied-but
he wanted more than anything to hear
her saucy speech again.
"As am going your way" he con-
descended. II might as we'll take you
with me"
The girl tilted her chin. Nobody
asked you too, sir" she quoted.
With an impulse inexpllcable he
sought 10 detain her.
You are on your way to the vii
lager" he persisted.
The girl looked demurely down at
her pail.
II was about to carry the milk into
the farm house." she said.
As he fingered shrill whistle sound
ed, the girl turned To him.
"Your train has gone" she an
nounced.
John TONNES Impotence had van
ished.
There will be no other going out
until tonight" he stated calmly.
~ wonder II could persuade them
TO give lie luncheon at your farm
house? / am beastly hungry"
The girl nodded in friendly fashion.
ITS country appetite" she ex-
planned Il will fetch you sandwiches"
She sat beside him as he ate.
Il would like" said John Towne.
ITO know your name" The girl
laughed, turning her eyes upon him.
a." she replied. Jam just May
Morning"
~ thought you were" John agreed
when | first looked at you, all rose
and violet, and laughing sunshine"
She frowned.
"When ! saw you" she retorted, y
thought first of your distressing
humOr."
81 was starting on a serious errand,
excused John Towne.
II know" the girl said unexpected
ly, you We're going TO see Mary Dawn
TO ask her TO be your wife. l VII
tell you something; you may save The
trouble. Mary Dawn Is not in the city
for she ran away TO avoid refusing Sh'
did not care 10 be handed over like 4
package, YOU see, and neither Woult
Won care for her. She is most unlike
her mother. whom you admire. an'
she has old .fa shioned ideas about love
So you'd better turn your automobile
around. John Towne, and be on YOU
way home"
You know my name?" the maj
asked, wondering. you know all Thu
how"
The girl smiled sauclly.
Your photos are NIL over my father.
house" she explained While !. my
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