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By Victor Redcliffe
(Copyright, 1917, W. G. Chapman.)
For the first time in her life Nance
Driscoll had mejt a man who came
nearest to her, cherished ideal of
masculine perfection. Perhaps the
tinge of oddness and romanticism in
the meeting had cast a certain
glamor over the circumstances. At
all events, Nance was impressed and
a pleasant smile would come across
her face whenever she thought of
"He is the nices men I ever met,"
Nance told a friend, Morna Dyson. "I
was out in the garden and rigged up
a long pole with a big pickling fork
on its end. The old pear tree was
too high to climb and up in its top
there was lots of fruit. I was picking
off the pears with the fork when I
happened to look toward the road.
There, leaning on a fence and watch
ing me with a half-smiling and half
thoughtful look on his face, was this
"What was he like, Nance?" Mor
"A vacationer on a jaunt, which he
said was just what he was. He lifted
his tourist cap politely and asked my
pardon for staring at me, but I had
given him an idea, he said."
"Yes, about an invention. He said
that the fork on the end of the pole
had suggested quite an important
point in a tree-trimming invention
lie was working over."
"Then he got tell me how to care
for the flowers and the bushes and
the trees. It was pleasant to hear
him talk. He seemed to know every
thing. Old Sorrel broke down the
fence and went a-straying while we
were talking and he went after him
and got him back. I offered him
some of the ripest pears and when
ne w ent away I felt as if it were some
ood fneud who had left me."
"And haven't you seen him since?"
"Well, yes," admitted Nance, with
a slight flush. "This morning he
came by as I was waiting at the gate
for the postman. Mr. Burritt is stop
ping in the -village for a few days.
Father came out You know he does
not get around much and he likes to
talk with people. Father, sold the
Midvale farm, you know, last week,
and is thinking of investing the
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money he got for it in some bonds.
Well, Mr. Burritt knew all about good
securities, for he is a city man. That
interested father and he made Mr.
Burritt stay for dinner."
"Why, Nance, you're getting a reg
ular beau!" laughed Morna.
"The idea!" scouted Nance, but
the flush on her face grew deeper.
Then she covered her pretty confu
sion by declaring that she must hur
rv into the house andget supper, as