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By George Ejmer Cobb
(Copyright, 1916, by W. G. Chapman
"But, Mabel, I don't know the
"But I knew her. She is one of
my dearest school friends. She and
her sister are stopping with some
relatives over the week end. It is all
arranged. You are to call for her
tomorrow evening. Her sister, I be
lieve, is provided with an escort."
"And I am to take this Miss Lora
Vane to the lawn party up at Grays
ville?" "Yes, Rupert."
"And then drive her here, where
her sister will come also?"
"That is the program."
"Very well; I'll do it to oblige you,
Mercy Grey smiled to herself. She
was not a matchmaker, but she
would not be averse to welcome her
college chum as a sister-in-law. As
to her brother, he was not altogether
en rapport with the situation. The
Greys were plain people, and thrifty.
He had not gone much into society
and, from what Mercy had told him,
he fancied that this Miss Lora Vane
was a gay butterfly of fashion, who
rather looked down on the simple,
inexperienced son of a farmer.
"I say," hailed the brother-in-law
of Rupert as he came into the farm
yard, "going to shine this evening, I
hear. I don't envy you."
"How is that?" Rupert challenged
his good-natured relative.
The latter pointed to old Fleecy,
the family horse. Fleecy was white
as the driven snow, a great, strong,
intelligent animal, something of a
puller and decidedly a goer. He was
the mainstay of the family for buggy
"I suppose you know that this
iMiss Va. Is a red-headed girl?" ob
I served the tormenting brother-in-
law, always up to mischief. "Nc?
Well, she is fiery brick red. With
a white horse! Say, she won't relish
it, believe me. See the point?"
Rupert looked dismayed as his re
lative strode off, laughing hilarious
ly. He saw the point, indeed! The
red-headed-girl-white horse fetich
was a standing joke in the vicinity.
"Is what that mischief-maker says
true?" propounded Jacob, the farm
"Is What That Mischief-Maker Says
utility man of the Greys for a quarter
of a century odd, erratic and a
prime friend of Rupert.
"Is what true?" queried Rupert,
vaguely stirred up at the latest dis
covery of the individualism of Miss
"About a red-headed girl? If It Is,
don't you fret about it. I'll fix it for;