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This story was written from the Photoplay of J. EDWARD HUNGERFORD
It was one of those still, sundrenched summer days when the chickens wallowed in dust under the apple-trees and clucked superciliously at the grains of scattered corn. In the pasture the cattle lay under a solitary hickory, gravely contemplating the vapor of heat that arose about them. In the eaves of the barn the pigeons cooed incessantly. And from the kitchen shed came the soft and rhythmic splash of churning milk. It was peaceful, pastoral, millions of miles from the lure of the city.
A young girl, in blue calico, stood by the pasture bars, and the sun's rays caught in her sleek, brown hair. And as she raised her eyes to the sturdy man by her side, a light more life-giving than the sun danced from them.
He was telling her the old, old story, and she listened, with the mute, expectant tremor of the untried young.
"Mebbe I'd oughter ask your paw?" he asked, offhand, and her hand squirmed in his.
"I 'spect so," she said, and her hand lay still again, comforted.
Carriage wheels grated on the driveway, and the Greens' surrey hove into view.
"Who is that paw is bringin' home with him?" The brown eyes ex
pressed fright, expectancy, desire. "My sakes! it's city folks!"
The blue calico trembled with indecision ; then gathered itself together and bolted for the kitchen door. Seth stood blinking, like a rooster who harks to a distant lusty crow. Whiteflanneled legs, parti-colored coats and cigaret smoke began to issue from the rear seat of the surrey. Two beautiful young men descended, stretched their slender shapes lazily and fell upon a bag of strange-looking implements. These they swung over their heads mightily, while the iron-shod ends clipped the lawn.
"I say, quite a turf, old chap."
"Quite so, old cock."
The blue calico approached warily from the farmhouse, and at sight of its fair tenant the queer antics of the invaders ceased.
"My gal," introduced Mr. Green, "and yonder at the bars is Seth, and beyond is the ten-acre pasture and the cows."
"Delighted!"
"Overcome, I assure you, with the sweeping introduction. ' '
The invaders advanced upon the blue calico lightly and surely. Each aimed an extended hand directly at her eyes. She had a queer notion that her fingers were seized and carried skyward.
"Charmed!"
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