The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1921-05-19
MAY MORNING
by MoLLIE MATTER.
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lage on his quickest route to the city
beyond, The ride was longer than he
had anticipated, in his wish TO avoid
close trains, aud the spring time vista
OF field and meadow. brought from hlR
no conscious admiration. Above all
things. was John practical, and thia
Journey but necessary factor la
necessary arrangement OF his llfes M.
ture plan. Jeremy Dawn. the success
FIJI president OF the great company Ia
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 our
Of the plan which his superior unfoldcd
to him on his sick bed.
The capable junior member OF tho
business concern was well aware or
the need Of al efficient mistress in
his home. The pretentious building
that John had fitted for dwelling.
was to him merely well ordered In
stitution. Upon several past occasionst
where he had been a guest ut MIR.
DBwn's summer home, John had reel
Ognized the value Of womans hos
pltality and home management. The
pOiSc and Intelligence OF AIRS. jeremy
Dawn charmed him. John TOwne pic
tured his future wife as just such =
woman, and dIspsired OF finding this
paragon OF choke. Now, the wife that
Jeremy Dawn had named for him was
no other than his own daughter, the
daughter Of this perfect woman. Tho
girl hnd been ct college. John re-
mcmbered, during his visits tn thu
/ nAwn's home, hut he had absolute con-
fidenCe In his shrewd old friends judy
ment.
As John Towne reached the last hN
he decided, wearled of rough roads.
to leave his car In town and continue
/ the Journey Ivy rail. He drove up 10
! n girl seated on stlle and asked tho
way to the village station.
81 have" John told her GROSSLY, Just
ten minutes to make my train"
THAT" pleasantly remarked the giTt
In the red sweater, 'is nothing ia
my young lifc.'
John stared, then he glared which
appeared to the pretty creature in
tercstlng but not disturbing. She con
tlnued The hum of her song as s,ai
started down hill. All at once, John
realized amazingly the beauty OF tho
/ morning, that pink flowers peeped be-
tween green leaves-thnt the girl's
cheeks were rose pink too, that viOlcts
bOrdercd the country road, that tho
girls eyes were as deeply blue. She
glanced back over her shoulder pres
emily, and smiled. John found himself
giving an answering grin. II was ycry.
very strange--it was undignified--but
he wanted more than anything 10 hear
her saucy speech again.
"As am going your way" he CON
descended. ~ might as well take you
with me-"
The girl tilted her chin. Nobody
asked you too, sir" she quoted.
with an impulse inexpllcable, he
sought TO ,ietain her.
! you are on your way to the vii
| lager" he persisted.
The girl looked demureIy down nj
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
nounccd.
John TOwnc's impatIence had WIN
ished.
There will he no other going OH
3 until tonight" he stated calmly.
, II wonder II could persuade then
to give me luncheon ut your farm
house? am bcastly hungry"
The girl nodded in friendly fashion
, ITS country appetite" she eK
planned, II viii fetch you sandwiches
She sat beside him as he ate.
. II would like" said John TOwne
"to know your name" The cir
laughed, turning her eyes upon him.
81" she replied, IAN just Ma
|, Morning"
IL thought you were, John agreed
. when | first looked al you, all rose
and violet, and laughing sunshine"
70 She frOwued.
= when saw YOU" she rci0rtcd, "
thought first Of your dlstressin
humOr."
81 was starting on serious errand,
| excused John Tnwne.
y Il know" the girl said unexpected
Is. you were going 10 see Mary Dnwr
10 nsk her TO be your wife. | wi
: tell you something; you may save III
., trouble Mary Dawn is not In the cit!
for she ran away to avoid refusing. Sh
~ did not care to he handed over like
package, you see, and neither wOul
YOU care for her. She Is most unllk
her mother, whom You admire, an
~ she has uld.fashIoned ideas about low
:. So you'd better turn your automobil
., around, John Towne, and be ON you
way home"
"You know my nameT" the ma
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