Newspaper Page Text
"tyill I! Daisy," pronounced Ronald '
breathlessly,. "I'd die for you!"
4,You needn't do that, but you can
win me as your best friend and sis
ter" "I've got one of those already," ex
plained Ronald miserably.
. ".Don't be silly, but listen carefully.
You remember Roscoe Dalton?"
"Oh, yes, Daisy."
"He loves Bertha and she loves
him. He went away to make a mark,
in the World and come back and mar
ry her.". .,
"I'll do that, too," said Ronald val
orously, "if you'll only "
"Let's see how far you'll help me
just now before we talk nonsense,"
challenged the little coquette sharp
ly. "Well, tomorrow Is a holiday.
Old Silas Banks Is coming over to
spend the day with us. 'Father is
bound that Bertha shall marry him.
If he gets here and Roscoe don't
come to spirit Bertha away, she will
become engaged to the meanest,
surliest old miser in the county.
Ronald thrilled at the close con
vtact of those delicious lips. Then his
eyes brightened as the plot was dis
closed. Finally he laughed and
"Oh, you dear, smart, darling girl!"
he cried. In his enthusiasm. "You're-
you're a brick!" and tried to kiss
her, and Daisy gave him a slap in
the face for his pains.
"All right," he bobbed gleefully,
"you're the kind that gets sorry after
"Fm not mad," declared the politic
Daisy. "Real lieroe.s get their re
ward after really doing something'
"We'ji dq something for you, ha!
ha! We'll carry out your "plan to the
dot ho!, ho! Daisy, count on the
crowd. Silas Banks" won't spend any
holiday at Brookville tomorrow."
Silas Banks lived, twenty miles
away on a lonely old farm, isolated
and with onaroute only to Brookville.
This crossed a rocky, hilly stretch,
and with ihe road well choked up
with snow he set out early with his
clumsy bobsled and. crowbait steed
o reach the home of- his -bride ex
pectant. Two hours before daylight Ronald
and his loyal boy friends "had reached
Bald hill, ten miles from tbwn. Here
the single roadway led for half a
mile through a deep cut. At once the
willing mob threw off their coats and
began rolling snowballs. They were
no ordinary spheres. It took four
boys to move one after the soft, plas
tic snow had molded together. They
.worked with vim, with a will. Then
they built a fire, roasted potatoes and
Old- Dobbin; was well-night ex
hausted, ahd. famed, and bne trace
broken and mended, by the' time, old
Silas had covered much of his " jour
ney. He was half minddd tcf: .turn
bfcck and abandon his love-making
enterprise more than once:- Then he
became wholly minded! as he turned
into the cut below Bald hill.
"Thunder!" "he .ejaculated..
Before-his astoudeteirwas a
formidable .blockii'emwas fully
twenty. feet';high"Jt extended beyond
his present range of vision. There
was mass uponrnmss piled up in, the
gully, giant snowballs packed thick
and" heavy. One could neither sur
mount nor burrow through this great
obstacle. And then came new disas
ter for the aged suitor. The waiting
throng of fair ' Daisy's contingent
rolled a mighty snowball down the
side of tie cut. It knocked off the
hat of the driver, it tumbled down in
to the wagon box and anchored it as
under an avalanche.
Then there was a shower of
smaller spheres. Old Silas suddenly
awoke to the realization that some
onatlisliked?him somehow, retreated
and reached, home wiser and sadder
John Newcombe fumed and fretted
when his expected guest did not arrive-
There was a glum, delayed
holiday dinner. Then Mr. Newcombe
took a walk. Somehow the episode