.Chester out of the door, but by
mutual consent he was acknowl
edged as commander of the occa
sion. Miss Colchester's fright had
not been make-believe. She now
fainted under the strain and lay
in her rescuer's arms a dead
weight of more than 200 pounds.
In a slim, pretty young;girl faint
ing may be considered rather a
romantic and delicate thing to do.
Certainly it seemed so in the old
time novels. But there was noth
ing romantic or delicate about
Miss Colchester in a faint. The
milkman was holding her with
utmost gentleness, but he looked
"What can we do with herr"
He said. "We can't carry her
home a.nd she can't be put into
the milk wagon."
"Bring her right in here," said
the sweetest, voice in the world;
and Elsa, pretty Elsa,ridainty in
her pink dress, looked upf at the
perspiring and milk bespattered
milkman with admiration in her
She led the way across her own
immaculate kitchen, never mind
ing that it was no longer immacu
late when the sodden garments of
the victim of the accident and h;er
rescuer had dripped rnilk over it,
and directed the bearers where to
deposit their unconscious burden
on the couch in the sitting room.
Then she proceeded to adminis
ter restoratives, oh so handily.
The next day as he passed Miss
Colchester's door Elsa herself
came out with a milk-basin and
"Mjss Colchester wants me to
thank you for what you did yes
terday and to -say that she will
payall the damage that came to
you from the accident," she said.
"And she would like to get her
milk from you after this."
"And will Mrs. -Jones, too?"
faltered the milkman, Mrs. Jones
was Elsa's mistress.
"Yes, but I am going to work
here for a little while until Miss
Colchester feels stronger."
Her rosy color did not height
en. Her tone was low and mod
est. as ever and yet somehow
it was different. And the milk
man felt his heart dance in his
bosom as lightly and yet as trem
ulously as the leaves on the sway
ing branches above him. ror he
knew, in some unexplainable way,
that he had at last proved his
'knightliness to the maiden of his
.choice and that now she looked
upon him withfeyes of love.
(Copyright, by W. G. Chapman.)
About 'His Mark.
Hajf-past one and he hadn't re
ceived the food he ordered before
the hour. The customer got tired.
Ringing the bell violently, he
eyed the slow-moving waiter
"I .say, waiter," he exclaimed,
"have you ever been in the coun
try?" "No, sir," replied the waiter, in
surprise. "But why dp you ask?"
"Oh, no reason in particular,"
remarked the customer airily. "I
was just thinking how thrilling
you would find it to" si on a fence
i and jyatch jhe snails, jvhiz byy"
::-- . --a&g)itUii
xml | txt