| Show DORA E r Look at those butterflies chasing each other over that patch of clover They seem to be in a perfect whirl of delight Listen to that thrush down in the meadow fairly bursting with melody How that hedge of wild roses fills the air with fragrance The very atmosphere breathes of peace not a noise to jar ones one's nerves but every sound is musical I tell you Miss Baxter it is simply glorious out here I cant can't imagine how there could be unhappiness in such a place O 0 but you dont don't understand It is all such a change for you who are accustomed accustomed accustomed tomed to the city and of course it s seems ems fresh and bright and interesting But it itis itis is different with me I have seen and heard these things all my life They used to make me happy but they dont don't now no Im I'm tired of the butterflies and the clover and the wild roses I want the city t She turned her face in the direction of the great center of f life and and fashion and into her large wistful blue blueeyes blueeyes blueeyes eyes there came carne such a look of longing that Harwood knew at once nothing could turn her from this she had set her heart upon Yet as he sa saw w h her r standing there f half in the shade and half in the sunlight sunlight sunlight sun sun- light her tall girlish figure superb in its gracefulness her proud head crowned with a wealth of glinting golden hair and her beautiful face lovely with innocence innocence innocence inno inno- cence the city with wit all of its pit pitfalls falls and temptations rose before him and he shuddered at the thought of what might be in store for her He was prevented from replying however by a cheery voice crying out k Did you think I was never coming Mr Harwood and I are going across the meadow Dora wont won't you come with us Not to day Agnes Im I'm not very well Besides I want to drive overto overto over overto to the post office There is something besides the city on that girls girl's mind mused Harwood to himself as he started off with Agnes Late in the afternoon just as the sun was going down in m a blaze of glory Harwood HarwOod Harwood Har Har- I wood and his companion came slowly back across the meadow Their long shadows reached out before them in the tall grass She had taken off her big hat and was holding it by the ribbons as she swung it back and forth He noted the flush of happiness that had settled on her cheek chee and how perfectly contented she seemed Then rhen he thought of Dora again and wondered why she too was not happy like Agnes Dora tells me that she hates the farm and that she longs to go to the city But I know from your jour expression as you look at the flowers here in the meadow from the tone of your voice as you called to the cows down in the pasture and from the merry ring to your laugh that you dont don't feel like that How could I help but love a place like this Mr Harwood and be happy in living here And Dora used tobe to tobe tobe be happy too A year ago she was the most light heart hearted d one amon among us There was not a a. a living thing on the farm she didn't know by name even to the flowers But last winter she spent a month in town with aunt Since then she has been another girl Soon after her return a young man named Courtney came out to see her Papa didn't like his manner and said he wasn't to come again But why am I burdening you with our troubles Will you come into the house or shall we sit out here under the trees Let us go in and find Dora Harwood Harwood Harwood Har- Har wood answered On the table in the front room they found a note addressed to Agnes It was from Dora Mr Courtney had met her herat herat herat at the crossing and she had gone to the city J Just what I thought reflected Harwood Harwood Harwood Har- Har wood as he rode off oft on his wheel a few moments later Its not the city but a city man I wonder what kind of a fellow fellow fellow fel fel- low he is I think l' l Ill I'll look him up But what's the use H. H CL Ct |
