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- HIS SETTER SELF
By Miriam Benton Whalley
(Copyright, 191,6, W. G. Chapman)
Very carefully Sybil Webster re
moved from .her lunih package an
object done up in white tissue paper.
"Dear Elison !" she murmured, and
swept the fine golden "peach display
ed with her lips.
Sybil lived two miles from town.
She was working in the general store
of Blairville and-had an hour noon
ing. She could not very well get
home to dinner and back again to
work, four good miles, in the time
limit prescribed. She loved green
ery, and the silence of the copse, and
the bubbling sound of waters, how
ever, and a quarter of a mile from
town she had located an ideal spot.
The singing waters were at her
feet, a trickling spring beside her, be
hind the great oaks offering shade
and comfort. She spread out her
dainty lunch and smiled at the invit
ing layout. '
"The peach just gives color and
tone to it all," she murmured, and
again "dear Elison!"
She was thinking of a good man
when she spoke the name of Elison
Deane. He was poor as poor as
herself yet both had dared o love
even with the future uncertain for
both of them. Sybil was an orphan,
with a sister, Nettie, aged twelve,
and a brother, Ransom, Two years
older, on her hands. Elison was
learning the electrical trade down at
the power house. He had saved a
little and invested it in a little patch
of ground near the village. Even
ings, half days and holidays for the
last two years he had devoted all "his
spare time to putting in fruit trees
and bushes. Already there had been
three old peach trees on the place.
The firs ripe product of the season
he had brought to Sybil that morning.
"Not to give away, as you usually I
do," warned Elison, ""but for your
dear sweet self solely."
She had brought a folding cup with
her and the spring water was cool,
sparkling and refreshing. She had
dispatched her two sandwiches and
a piece of cake and was about to put
the cup away, when the sound of a
human voice startled her slightly.
A bent old man, odd looking and
somewhat hard-faced, had approach-
She Had Located an Ideal Spot
ed her. He bore an open newspaper
sheet in his hand and Sybil noticed
that it held two heavy" coarse slices
of buttered bread. '
"I hope I don't intrude, young
lady," spoke the stranger, "but if I
could borrow your cup I could make
a very comfortable meal"
"Why, surely," replied Sybil bright-