Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1924-09-12

ca. 1894, Mcclure Newspaper syndicate)
"Thank goodness" said pretty
Sally Lane, when she secured a posi-
ton in New York city, "now I can
come back to Cow MeadoY merely
for week-ends. Please don't think I
am an ungrateful child, Aunt Louise,
for I'm not; but the very Thought OF
always heading my letters Cow Mea-
dow, N. T. does make me feel blueI
"of course we shall miss YOU, my
dear, but young brides must tty their
wings; good-by and lots Of ldct, and
remember you've got home here,
even If It is Cow Meadow"
They all laughed and waved TO
Sally as the troin started, and she
stood on the rear platform until II
rounded the bend and disappeared
among the scrub oaks. As they drove
slowly home they could bear the Cd
CINE whistle at distant Crossings, and
finally 1t died away on the cold win
ter air.
The first night In the stpfy little
hall bedroom, which was oil that she
could afford at fret, Sally Lane re-
garded the bony-looklpg iron be4stead
with much disfavor. The one window
overlooked a black and fathomless
void of back yards, and from some
nearby corner elevated RAILROAD trains
clattefed all night. Toward morning
she slept little, only to awaken I'M
refreshed and very hungry.
"The Idea of not being able to have
ones meals in the hodse," lamented
Sally as she dressed, she remem-
bered leisurely, comfortable meals
at home In the cosy dining room,
with Uncle Abel stamping in with
the morning mail and Aunt Louise
always busy about somethlng-there
was always something going on" at
Cow Meadow. A homeslck pang
caught her throat as she hurried in
to hat and coat to seek nearby
restaurant where she could have some
breakfast Afterwards she felt bet
ter, and when she had put her room
In order she went out to see the peo-
pie for whom she was to work. The
position was good one and every
one made Sally welcome, so that she
was soon at home In her small room
and at her own desk in the office.
About this time she met Larry
Camady, who fell a victim to Saly's
bright beauty. His father was the
rich Camady who owned many banks
in the state, and the simplicity Of the
youth and the plain every-dayness Of
his parents made great impression
upon Sally.
where do liver" Sally used to
repeat, when people inquired; "oh
we live near Bunting"
"That must be near Cow Meadow"
someone remarked once.
at is very near" Sally, ashamed
Of her country town, blushed at her
own dupliclty.
81 spent summer at Cow Meadow
once; II Is perfectly beautiful there"
pursued the new acquaintance.
Then one day Aunt Louise an
nounced In an excited letter that a
bank was to be opened in Cow Mea-
dow In the spring. Another letter an
nounced that th9 name of the town
was to be chaifgtd
81 wouldn't mind living there If
they changed the name" she thought
foollshly.
my father Is opening another
bank" remarked Larry Camady one
day. wants me to go in as assis-
tant cashier-way back I'm the coun-
try"
ooh, don't you hate that?" asked
Sally quickly.
Hate it2 Oh, l don't know as
dol like to see things grow--de-
velop."
But don't you hate the idea Of liv-
ing In the country-away from the
city, with its amusements and lights
and music" Sally's voice faltered be-
cause she felt how little all these
things must mean to a young man
with serious purpose in life.
'"Amusements? But Miss Sally,
you can come to town when you want
to hear good music or see good shows,
but in the country you can have a
real home and real neighbors and en-
| Joy all sorts Of sports. Why, I'm 20.
ing to start right of and buy n house
for myself in that little village where
am going. Father likes 1t so we'll
seems his ancestors used to live there
years ago and the village was named
after -Camady-he's bought the
old homestead up on Sport Hin and is
going to make II over. You can see
the Sound from three sides"
sport Hill-Camady-where is the
village of CamadyY" asked Sally In a
queer voice.
"Camadyf Why they call 1t Cow
Meadow now; degenerated into that
believe, but the old name is to be
revived-it must be somewhere near
where you live-it's near Bunting"
81 live right in Cow Meadow" de.
clared Sally distinctly, suddenly glow.
Ing with shame at her own foolish.
ness
"Why didn't you say so beforeY'
Because hate II SOL love the
city, and do hate a country town"
Larry made no reply to this remark
and they talked of other things She
did not see him very often as sprins
advanced, because he was away a
Cow Meadow, helping to get the nov
bank started. Aunt Louise wrote about
that young Camady," who came tc
I'm