Clearwater Republican. [volume] (Orofino, Idaho) 1912-1922, 1921-02-11
Eli. JONES
BY JACK LAYTON.


20. 1920. Western newspaper Uuionl
Bob turned impatiently IN the ham
mock.
If you don't stop walking around
Nam" he said, "Tll move on. It's inn
possible to read or even TO think n
your uneasy presence. by all that's
reasonable, what is the matter Will
you?"
Nan caught up porch pillow anc
aimed il at her brother.
"You are the matter" she replied
you and the rest of our amles>
crowd. am so tired of motoring with
silly Claud Barnett, and you had nj
right 70 promise William Launcelot n
meeting with me this afternoon. His
name shows what ne would be like
| don't want to know him"
Bob regarded his sister.
"Your real trouble" he said frankly
lis too much good fortune If you
had to get out and work like som,
girls ii would be better for YOU"
Nan merely node. Il her pretty head
II think 50 TOO" she said-"and the
same 70 Yourself"
Il. her brother lazily remarked
"am conIeuted with things ms they
are. The rule does no, alply. How.
ever" he laughed rs he opened his
boob. If abolition ovcrwhptns YOU gel
out on the farm and help CIV with the
grapes
III do it." she said I'll will be diff
terent. Fin going to put on a Bingham
dress ard start for the vineyard now
will apply incognito- Nancy Tucker
from TuekerSville; don't you dare
breathe word"
Bob grinned.
'Yes-you-will." he ieered. hut
Nan was gone. Her pink gingham
dress was appropriately fuded and
she tucked her hair under a common
garden hat and steered her little car
iarmward. She found a convenient
parking place in wooded spot. and
walked on in CHEEKY sense of ad.
venture. The pickers We're varousy
assembled and tn, 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 a bit disappointed !:
perhaps in all this octuresqueness she
had also hoped to find divertingly
picturesque personality. Cy was mat
ter of fact to brusuueness.
Get busy If you want the job" he
answered her timd 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 n 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" he pleasant
ly remarked.
Nan nodded. She was not acqualnt-
ed with the etiquette Of the vine
yard. nut as the young man inter
spersed soft whiStlad tunes with cas-
ual conversation. size forgot about eti-
HuNN'V aISNCteu ulth III SoO'l-
natured camaraderic
"My name is pla:n Fill jones' he
told her; "easy to remember. I'm not
working here rcgularly-iust filling in.
And you-?'
Nan turned down the brim of the
garden hat to hide her confusion. I'm
Just filling in, TOO" she said.
where are you going TO eat your
lunch?" Bill Jones asked.in the friend
ly manner which was not in the least
presumptuous.
II am going to eat mine back in a
shady spot near the fence. Aunt Til
ly fixed a generous packet of sand
witches for me. and douglnuts. You
will have to have one of these. Aunt
Titles doughnuts We're made to be
shared"
Thanks" said Nan; II will"
But the shrewd dark eyes read her
subterfuge as she attempted 70 slip
away.
You haven't brought lunch with
YOU accused Bill Jones. please stay
and share mine"
And some Way or other the appeal.
ing please" was impossible 10 re
sist. Two soiled and weary pickers
promptly made their way to a certain
shady place near the fence, and com
muned as they ate their meal.
81 think" said Nan at last in small
voice. that I'll just work ar hour
more. then 60. 1t does make ones
hack ache. doesn't it?''
Bill Jones was at once sympathet
ic. Stop right where you are. II you
feel that way" he advised.
Nan went slowly and regretfully
down the road to a wOOdsy spot where
she had parked her car; it seemed q
pity TO have to run away from the
only really happy day Of ones visit
just because convention made tina; sorI
Of happiness forbidden. Whatever
would the wilkins and her own famil,
think of her enjoyment in such chance
mountaineering? She gazed ruefully
at her stained gingham dress.
Thought I'd get in and run the ca
out for you" voice remarked
Bill Jones. in neat customary attire
sat in the seat.