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blessed cake I wonder if the other
thre committeemen will tote fair?
All of them are related to Marcia
Ross. They will favor her if they can
Marcia Ross was not pleasant to
think of after dainty, graceful Lura
Barton. Alvin had shown her some
slight courtesies, whereupon she had
assumed a certain air of proprietor
ship that had made him avoid her.
His friends had laughingly declared
to him she would not let the least
chance qf getting a husband escape
her, but Alvin knew his own mind
surer than ever since Lura had re
turned to the village.
It was at four o'clock in the after
noon that the committee of four, the
young lawyer, chairman, and a
cousin of Miss Ross, secretary, went
about their duties on the county fair
It took till after supper to inspect
the giant pumpkins, beets and mel
ons. There was a general distribution
of blue ribbons and silver medals.
Then about seven o'clock the fancy
work awards were decided on.
Prize pork and beans cooked to a
luscious brown, home-made bread
and lemon cream pie had their turn.
There were six competitors on the
pound cake. That was a dainty dear
to the heart of every advanced house
hold cook. The committee sat down
while the officious secretary passed
around samples cut with a fruit knife
and served up on delicately painted
china plates. The test was made
one, two, three, four, five, six. Then
the vote number five got three
votes.- Number two, which bore the
card of Miss Lura Barton, the soli
tary vote of Committeeman Alvin
"Number five Miss Marcia Ross,"
read off her partial relative with a
readiness that would have seemed
suspicious to a less prejudiced mortal
than the young lawyer.
"Give out the awards in the morn
ing," spoke one of his fellow commit
teemen, and went home, his duty
Alvin felt actually sad. He realized
what a terrible disappointment all J
this would be to trustful, ambitious
Lura. He sighed as he glanced at
"Exhibit two," bearing the dainty
card of Miss Lura Barton. Then a
whimsical impulse swayed him. He'
wrapped up plate and cake in a sheet 1
of paper and went homewards, filled !
with a longing desire to comfort the
young lady to whom he must bring a ;
decidedly bad report
"Well, what news?" eagerly in
quired Mrs. Dallas, as the young man
entered the cottage, and Lura looked
up from her book a shade of suspense
on her face-
Alvin was a lawyer, and therefore -direct
He told1 -his story plainly.
The fair face clouded in a pitifully
painful way. The goldenhead went
lower and lower. -"jZv
"Now don't go -to ffeTting, Miss
Barton," urged Alvin in his blunt,
earnest way. "I know your cake was
the best See here," and he placed
his parcel; on .the table. "I'm going
to have a feast with my friends, and
we'll give you an honest vote."
"Why," exclaimed Lura, as she
chanced to glance at the contents of
the parcel "that is not my cake!"
"Not yours?" stammered Alvin
"Why ho," insisted Lura. "Nor is
this the piece of silver wire fastened
to my card. I don't understand."
"I'm a lawyer, and I do!" almost
shouted Alvin, grabhing up the par
cel and dashing from the room with a
precipitation that fairly thrilled his ;
two lady friends. f
It was an hour later when he re
turned. His face waa radiant and his r
excitement so pleasurable and en- i
couraging that he infused the others
with a kind of happy expectation. .
"Ask no questions," he said ailyr t
"but the award will go to Miss Lura
'Then there was a mistake?" in-i
quired Mrs. Dallas Innocently. t
Oh. yes! nodded Alvin sarcas-?
tically. He did not. tell of a certainii