Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1925-03-27
DAISY
PAID WITH
KISSES
By MILDRED GooDRIDoE

run away"
where to, sister, dearf"
ITO Roscoe Dalton, of course. Why,
you're settling down like crushed
victim. Father will break your heart
before he gets through with his self
willed ways. Look here, If you won't
act with some pluck I'll stir up some
thingl" Hcolded Daisy Newcombe.
Its thinking Of mother that makes
me hesitate" murmured Bertha, and
then she dropped her fair face into
her hands and went on crying
"They call me 'Tomboy Daisy" so
llloQuized her sister as she left the
room. "Well, I'll do something that
will make them talk, this time. I'll
begin 1t by sending a telegram. I'll
wind 1t up by keeping sour-faced, mean
old Silas Banks away from our house
tomorrow, If / never do another
thingp'
Impetuous, fiery Daisy ran down
the stairs, pulled on thick leggings
and donned her warmest attire, for 1t
was winter, with snow piled four feet
high along the walks. She flung her
self out of the house. She was good
deal younger than her sister, in fact,
Just fifteen, but she had the soul Of
a woman and the nerve OF real hero
Inc.
Daisy went to the little railroad de-
pot and indited a brief message. 1t
was to Roscoe Dalton, hundred miles
away, and 1t read: IF you care any
thing for Bertha come quick, or some
one else will get her."
Then Daisy turned her eye and ear
toward the big snow-clad hill rising
up from the village common. She
could see the young crowds with whom
she romped the merriest toboggahing,
she could hear their gay shouts. Her
lips set firm, her cheeks flushed, her
bright eyes sparkled with determine
tlon, and she thought hard.
"I1l do It'll" she declared "If Ros-
coe will only come we can beat Silas
Banks yet"
Daisy proceeded to the hill. A dozen
of her girl friends hailed her, but she
was all business and had only a care
less nod for them this time. She pro-
ceeded over to one side of the broad
expans, where a dozen boys were
erecting snow fort. She was enthu-
slastically hailed as the captain gen
eral of the sport in anticipation, but
she waved back an eager group, ready
to surround and worship the girl ia
yorite of their set
"Go back to your work, all of you"
ordered the imperlous little beauty
"all but you, Ronald Grey. You just
step aside with me- I've got some
thing particular to say to you"
Handsome but sensitive Ronald
obeyed her, flushing with mingled EN-
barrassment, pride and devotion.
what is It, DalsyY' he asked, de-
lightedly
"You like me, Ronald. don't your"
Like you -"
"Oh, yes, / know-what the boys all
say. Well, I'm going to prove II you
do. VIII you do something special for
met"
"win II Daisy" pronounced Ron
aid, breathlessly, "I'd die for you T.
"You needn't do that, but you can
win me as your best friend and sis
ter
ave got one OF those already" ex-
planned Ronald mlserably.
Don't be silly, but listen carefully.
You remember Roscoe DaltonT
"Oh, yes, Daisy"
"He loves Bertha and she loves him.
He went away to make mark In the
world and come back and marry her"
"I'll do that, too" said Ronald. val
orously, "if you'll only"
Lets see how far you'll help me
lust now before we talk nonsense.
challenged the little coquette sharply.
"Well, tomorrow Is holiday. Old
Sllas Banks is coming over to spend
the day with us. Father Is bound
that Bertha shall marry him. If he
gets here and Roscoe doesn't come to
spirit Bertha away, she Will become
engaged to the meanest, surliest old
mlser In the county. Now"-whlsper.
Ronald thrilled at the close contact
Of those delicious lips. Then his
eyes frightened as the plot was dis
closed. Finally he laughed and
chuckled.
"Oh. you dear smart darling girl y
he cried in his enthusiasm. You're
you're a brick I" and tried to kiss her,
and Daisy gave him slap In the face
for his pains.
"AIl right" he bobbed gleefully,
you're the kind that gets sorry after
getting mad"
"Pm not mad" declared the polite
Daisy. "Real heroes get their reward
after really doing something"
"WeIl do something for you, ha J
hal Wen carry out your plan to the
dot-hol holl Daisy, count on the
crowd. Sllas Banks won't spend any
holiday at Brookyille tomorrow"
Sllas Banks lived twenty miles
away on a lonely old farm, Isolated
and with one route only to Brookyille.
This crossed rocky, hllly stretch,
ard with the road well chOked up with
snow he set out early with his clumsy
bobsled and crow-balt steed to reach
the home Of his bride expectant
Two hours before daylight Ronald
and his loyal boy friends had reached
Bald hill, ten miles from town. Here
the single roadway led for half a mile
through deep cut. Al once the VIII
Inc mob threw OF their coats and be.
gan rolling snowballs They were no