Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1921-10-13
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just because Howard Milwood owned
half OF the town of Milwood was no
reason why his daughter should pat
ronize her.
you must come up to the festival,
DEAR" Betty Milwood was saying
kindly-too kindly. Several young
college men will De there and I'm sure
| you'll have a good time"
Then she added rather self-con-
sciously, did / tell you Kent Wayne
| was to be there-yes-the Kent Wayne
| of New York. He is so interesting
and so devoted"
Little Peggy's eyes opened wide.
Kent Wayne the artist, at Betty's
| charity festival!
| Betty smiled in anticipation as she
thought of Kent. He would be de-
! voted, of course, and she would stroll
carelessly about with him. The en-
| tire town Of MilwOod would be duly
impressed.
She walked along so absorbed in
her thoughts that she did not see
| low, black roadster spin up the road
in the direction from which she came.
Had she seen the gray capped, tweed
coated driver she might have not been
so complacent.
/ The athletic-looking young man in
the motor had seen her, however, and
whispered a fervent prayer Of thanks
giving when she passed without seeing
him.
He rode slowly along enjoying the
fine spring day until he came to what
he involuntarily called "a picture OF
wistfulness." Peggy, sitting on the
steps, was thinking disconsolately OF
her scanty wardrobe.
81 suppose the old organdie will
have to do-and my old hat" she
thought. "Well, at least, that is pref
ty if it is last years"
Then she became aware Of some
one standing at the front gate OF the
little house and looking at her
5 Brown eyes, fortified by the smile,
looked at gray eyes. Then, his hat
) in hand, he approached and said, i
beg your pardon, Miss, but my engine
f needs water badly; that is. it won't
run without it, and I-may l have
someY'
"Yes, certainly. Don't you want to
: come in?"
Wayne followed into the long, cool
kitchen, where it took him an extraor-
dinarly long time to get drink.
Wayne had entirely forgotten
his thirsty engine and was racking
} his brains for an excuse to Hnger
when there came a dull, ominOus
! crash, followed by cry from above
Peggy started.
; ooh, my goodness, what's thatr
she exclaimed entirely forsaking her
, attitude of calm dignity.
Seated on the bottom stair and gaz
ing tearfully upon heartless world
sat Bobbie, aged six.
ooh, Bobs," she gasped, "te1l US how
it happened?'
"Well," said Bobbie, still sobbing,'
IL went to the pantry N II got
some jam--just teeny, weeny bit.
Peggy, honest. n then L"
! ''YOu what, BObbie?' !.
!
afraid you'd think jam isn't good for
little boys" said Bobbie, very limo
Gently.
Peggy tried to look severe.
"Well?"
1t developed that BObbie had taken
small glass Of jam upstairs in prep
aration for q lonely feast, had dropped
| 4 he
had taken the quickest way down.
Stairs, which was not by way of his
feet.
Satisfied that he was not hurt,
!, Peggy took him into the kitchen,
I washed his face, kissed the bruise on
mis- arm to make it "all we'll" and
sent him out to play.
Kent, now recovered, suddenly re-
membered the errand which had
brought him to Milwood and much
against his inclination, took his leave.
Peggy watched him out of sight
and smiled wisely to herself as she
thought: "Water for the engine-but
| / wonder why he didn't give his name?
But then, he doesn't know mine,
either"
In which size was mistaken.
The day Of the festival came at
last Peggy started out for Betty's
home
AS she drew near, she caught sight
| Of familiar roadster at the entrance
to the Milwood grounds. She entered
the grounds and was at once carried
off by group of friends to one of the
| tables where refreshments were being
| served.
| Suddenly the chatter Of the girls
| ceased and someone next to Peggy
whispered, "There, Jo0k-quick, Pegl
/ That's Kent Wayne, the artist"
| Peggy looked, then looked again.
1t was the young man of the roadster
and he was coming In her direction.