Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1932-08-19

Wen go down 10 the Office IN give
you a letter to q friend of mine over
at Amity Dam who told me that he
wanted boy to work in his store"
The colonel and the lad went out-of.
doors. 1t was the tender-hearted, i'm
questionable Mrs. Blake who made
all this a part of eur, history. She
called to her husband. He returned
to the house.
"who is that beautiful boy and
where did he come fromT" the woman
asked.
Hes a runaway kind of a fugi-
tive slave"
what a shame! His smiling hand
some face has won my heart. Let's
keep him here day or two and give
him a chance to rest"
Wen ask him. l rather guess he'd
like it."
So it came about that the boy tar.
ried day and night at the red
farmhouse. A new experience had
come to Shad. Women had been most
ly hateful to him. They had been hard
to get along with. He had had a poor
opinion of them. He felt something
UNNECESSARILY grateful and wonderful
in the motherly, gentle manner of Mrs.
Blake and in the beauty and grace
of her daughter.
Ruth did net 90 to school that day.
She entertained the boy with the photo
graph album and with croquet and
throwing and catching ball. They
were pleased with all this, but their
joy came from q different source; per-
haps from looking into each others
eyes and from singular emotion
quite new to them.
At last they sat down very tired in
the swing under the big maple tree.
where is Colonel Baker the boy
asked.
"Oh, he's gone to town. He's a
lawyer. He's the district attorney"
the girl answered proudly. HE goes
away every morning. Are you going
with him tomorrow"
4SS, muSI get " WOEA.
Men are SO hateful. They're always
going to work."
Her hair was like spun gold, her
eyes were as blue as violets, her voice
was as musical and care free az the
song sparrows. They were in that
wistful stage Of joyous, mutual dis
covery. The boy had found in her
eyes a something which he could not
forget.
She was wiser than he, for he knew
nothing Of that mysterious power In
the eyes and form and graceful move
ments Of a maiden which had pro-
duced the singular emotion now in his
breast. Yet he had the soul Of q poet,
its love of beauty and its quick per-
ception.
She told him of her school and her
studies.
"Oh-hl" he said wistfully. I'D like
to 60 to school like that an learn to
talk good like you an wear shiny
shoes an nice clothes. l want to be
q gentleman like yer father and Mr..
Converse"
She looked into his eyes, saying:
you are an interesting boy. never
saw anyone like you"
"Td just like to stay here" he said.
IF had thousand dollars I'd give
it to you"
what fort"
II dunno. I'd just like to. That's
the way feel I'm not exactly sure
how it feels to be happy. 1 wouldn't
wonder If had got it"
This curious variety Of love-making
filed the most delightful day that
Shad had known. That evening Col
onel Blake returned After supper the
colonel told of his adventures In the
wild West hunting Apaches and grizzly
bears.
In the morning when the boy stood
with Colonel Blake by the buggy
which was to take them to town, Ruth
called to him from the door. He went
to her.
"Will you write me a letter. she
asked.
He promised to do SO. She shook
his hand and ran away into the house.
She did not even say good-by.
Shad returned to the buggy blushing
and smiling; his blood was flowing
fast The colonel laughed. Mrs.
Blake kissed her husband and the lad.
They'll watch you in that store"
she said. "Of course you'll work hard
and be strictly honest. We love you
and we want you to succeed"
Those were the best words that Shad
Morryson had ever heard. He did not
forget them. The first timber in the
real structure Of his life had found
its place. Now for the first time hap
piness had come to him. He was no
longer q lonely, discouraged, life-sick
lad. He was at last fully alive
In town the colonel bought for Shad
q supply Of shirts, socks and under
clothing and neckwear.
The Blakes had much to say of a
singular charm In the personality Of
the lad who had thus come to them.
The colonels inquiries soon led to the
discovery of an interesting fact. The
hoxic. nathan xxvoc co;d 90 ~ n 800.