New Britain herald., 1928-03-30

her, nsv nate me because DdNld likes me and won't marry Pearl. And 1 like David better than any body in the world" she confessed 10 herself, as the pink in her checks decpened. 'Bnt I would love to have q mother, even if it vas only a ready-madc mother. wonder why some girls have every thing, and others nothing Why should Pearl hae a mother who just spells her past all enduring? Pearl isn't good-she isn't even good 10 her mother"
 When her three big apple pies were in the oven. she washed the bread bowl in which she had mixed her pie crust: washed and dried vigorously the hig yellow pine board and rolling pin, and restored them 10 their proper places. Then, feeling very useful and virtuous she set the table for supper. singing little scraps of popular songs which she had heard over the radio during her week on the farm.
 By that time her pies were baked 10 a deep. golden brown. with little glazed bllsters across their top crustS.
 If l do say it myself" she said, in her little old-woman way. her head cooked sideways as she sur N"yed her handiwork. those are ls al pies. I hope Mrs. Carson will be surprised and pleased'
 Then, because she was very tired and the late afternoon sun was mak- ing an inferno Of the kitchen. Sally climbed the steep back stairs to the carret, intending 10 take a cooling sponge bath and a short nap before the family returned. hungry for supper. She was about to pass pavid's door when his voice halted her.
 That you, Sally" I've been en- loving yonr singing, even if ] did spend more time listening than studying
 She wont invountariy toward him: Y didn't know you were up horo, David,' she told him. I'm | '''' y i'''' ' tk''''' N''I' N'b'iN rus. wouldn't have sung fl ] known you were up here"
 The boy was seated at a small pine table. covered with books and papers. but as she advanced hesi- ! tatlnCly into the room he rose. Come on in" he invited lospi- i tahly Wouldn't you like to sec my books Some of them are fascinating full Of pictures of prize stock and model chicken farms and champion eGs-laylng hens and things like that. i Look" he commanded, snatching up 2 book as If eager 10 detain her 1 Heres q picture of COW that my state record for hutter-fat produc- 1 ton. Her names Beauty Boss i look,'
 Sally. without thought as to the improprioty of being in a mans bed room, slipped into the chair he was holding for her and bent her little 1 braid crowned head gravely over her | book.
 Tin going to stock the farm with nothing but pediereed animals l when it's mine,' David told her enthusiastically. Look, here's the kind-' And he bent low over her, so that his arm was about her shoulder as he riffled the pages Of the book. seeking the picture he ] wanted her to see.
 1 A sudden gust Of wind. presa ging a summer shower, slammed the door shut. but the two were so absorb 1 cd that they did not hear the faint click of the lock. Nor did they hear, a little later. the sound Of the 1 stealthy, futile turning Of the knob. the retreat of carefully muted foot steps.
 1 David was bending low over Sally, his check almost touching hers, eScitcdly expounding the merits Of crop rotation, and pointing out textbook confirmation Of his theories. when sudden. evil words shocked their attention from the Vaccinations of the agricultural text book:
 Caught you at last! Thought you was mighty slick, didn't you,:--lock- whip you every step of the way back to the orphan asylum, you lying, nasty little" Carson's voice, hoarse with anger and exultation over his coming revenge upon the girl who had dared jeopardize his daughters happiness stopped with a gasp upon he evil word he had spat out, for his shoulders. as he tried 10 wriggle into the room from the small win dow, were stuck in the too-narrou
 frame.
 If the wind had not been roaring about the house. banging branches or shade trees against the slopine
 roof upon which David's window looked, they would necessarily have heard his approach, but as it was they were totally unprepared for the sight of his head and shoulders and
 breast, framed in the window, his sIittering black eyes fixed upon them
 with evil exultation.
 Sally struggled to her feet a.
 David leaped toward the window
 Sh" had a floeting glimpse of his
 rage distorted young face, his lip.
 snarled back from his teeth.
 David. Don't, David." she cried
 her voice high. thin vail of terror
 terror for David, not for Carson
 'i onre not fit 10 live, Carson,'
 l)aYid's young voice broke in it.
 rage. but there was no faItering 1T the power behind the blow whi&l
 crashed into the farmers face.
 Sally, sinking to her knees 1T
 her terror heard the rending souns
 ot flimsy timber giving way. thel the more awful noise of a big bod,
 sliding rapidly down the roof. Sh,