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WITH THE WIND IN HER FACE "Wasn't it fun!—You really mean, you are Philippa's Luke? Splendid! What are you doing in these parts?" "I came down to start you on your declining " year. Proxy for Philippa. There's a wedding—" ; "So 1 she ,sent you, to comfort me in my Old age ? Nice child!—Day after tomorrow she'll come, you say? Well, we'll make the most of it and have a high old timeih between! Come on—I'll drive you home in my. car. Out here, round the cor.nerX' She led the way to a natty little maclri'ne. With a whisk of dainty petticoats she was in behind the wheel and they were off. "Isn't she a beauty? She's my third and I'm going to keep her. When we get out of sight somewhere I'll show you what she can do. I've just paid fine enough to be entitled to a little fun!, You may be official honker for me if you want to. That's one thing I'm very particular about —honking^. William Stickney can't say I've ever run over so much as a fuzzy caterpillar. I'll tell you something—•" she leaned sideways and whispered sibilantl y above the little car's song. "I did run oyer a high silk hat once. There wasn't a soul under it! A child must have left it there in the road—it's a low hat now!" and Grandmums' pleasant laugh ra ng out. The car was.picking up speed under Grandmiiins' urging toe. A long clear stretch of road opened before them. "Wicked to waste it—look behind and see if William Stickney's ghost is anywhere in sight! Now see my little lady go!" liack in the hamlet of white houses, Grandmums drove up a curving drive and stopped at the door of one ol them. "Here we are. I'll let you out and then take the car around. Won 't be but a minute." Over her shoulder she called happily. "It's'scrumptious to have you at last—we don't need Philippa!" Thcjninute she was gone was a terribly short one for ' what Luther had to do but he managed it. He was actually panting a- little when Grandmums came back but those two frightful birthday packages were nowhere in sight. They did not even protude tell-tale knobs and ends from under the great lilac thicket near by. . "Good job! ' thought Luther relievedly. Suppose lie had not got there and discovered 'em leaning against the front door! It had been a narrow escape. Luther's mind congealed at the awful thought of presenting this Grandmums with an Invalid Table and a foot Warmer, lie had seen no evidence of invalidism or cold feet. Later, up in Grandmums' cozy guest room, after a delightful evening on the porch, he found himself suddenl y laughing. He sat up in bed the better to do it. The surprise that was coming to Phili ppa—Luther fell back on Grandmums' fluffy guestpillows and rolled for iov. (CONTINUED FROM PAGE 105) The next day he presented Grandmums with a nifty, little dashboard clock, two step-mats and a rear mirror. They made a very presentable appearance spread out on the couch and how Grandmums did love them! Her brjght blue eyes so much like Philippa's eyes fairly beamed delight. "You must have been inspired , you two!" cried she. "You must have known exactly what 'Grandmums' want on their birthdays. And there I was afraid Philippa might think I was growing old! Dear boy—- ' suddenly her hands were on his shoulders and she was looking up to him with Curious earnestness. "Dear boy, I am going to motor thru old age—motor, with the wind in my face! No," her eyes lighting up again with their inimitable humor. "No , I shan't- get to the end o' the road any sooner for I'm going a roundabout way!" It was a happy- birthday to Grandmums. She fell in love with her girl's man. "Why didn't you ask me to marry you instead of Philippa ? I'd have jumped at the chance," laughed Grandmums, plying him with cooling drinks and having a beautiful time. She was in a queer garment of blue jeans and a little smudge of black ove- one eyebrow gave her a saucy appea rance. She had been turning down the grease cups on her little car. "Yes, I take care of her, myself ," she nodded in answer to the unasked question on Luther's face. "I don't trust anybody else. Guess you didn't hear me before you got up. I drove down to Ephe Legget's for gas—we'll want a lot today." Her gaze rested joyously on her lovely gifts. "I shalLride all over town to show off. See if I don 't!" The next day Philippa appeared , her lively young face subdued to appropriate gentleness. Grandmums met her at the station and a petrified and speechless Philippa rode back beside her in the natty little car. To Luther , waiting joyously, the picture suddenly assumed pathos. Poor Phili ppa! Her illusions had been so tender and sweet. She had been ruthlessly robbed of a dear declining Grandmums. "Don 't speak-tome," whispered Philippa as she descended into Luther's arms. "Take me out of sight somewhere and kiss me. I need it. Oh , yes, of course I'll laugh when I get my breath—of course I'll like it, but I've got to have time." Out of sight, between kisses, Luther remembered something with an awful jolt; Philippa's birthday ! "Dear," he said with anxiety tempered with twinkles, "I'm afraid you won't like what I've go! for your birthday but it 's the best I can do. It 's—it's an Invalid Table and a Pool-warm—•—•" Phili ppa got her breath then. I hey laughed together in each other's arms in joyous abandon while Table and Warmer reclined peacefull y under the lilacs. DREAMING OF SWEETHEART HE AND his comrades had just been moved back from the front line trenches. He was wet , cold , hungry and so tired that for the time he could not feel grateful that lie was not dying out there in No Man 's Land. Por six hours the soldier lay in a stupor of utter fati gue until need for food aroused him. After hunger was satisfied and he was comfortable in dry clothes, he rested and through half-closed eyes, dreamily listened to the never-ending rumble of artillery. Slowly the scenes of war receded and in their place he.seemtd to see a small white cottage surrounded by the pleasant greens and browns of a summer farm scene in "the old V. S.'A.," as he and the boys fondly phrased it. The distant rumble of artillery seemed transformed into the humming of the bees, the.sing ing of the birds and the ripple of the brook in the nearby wood lot. Who was that standing, there on the little side porch among I he honeysuckle vines '. Could it be—why, yes , of course! it was Mother. And that strapping fellow coming from the barn with the two brimming buckets ol milk? Why that was himself! And his mother was saying, "Hurry up, Phil! Susa Hell wants you to come over early ami help her with a few last things before the LOIS BEUN'ICE AVKRY party tonight. \ on go on and dress and I'll take care of the milk." Susa Bell was the prettiest and dearest sweetheart a man ever had. Would he hurry ? He raced through the house, and accompanied by cheerful bursts of whistling, the farm laborer disappeared and an immaculately shining young man of the world took his place. Kissing his mother goodby, he hurriedly cranked his little ohf roadster and was off to see Susa Bell. Susa Bell was in the garden gathering some flowers. He would surprise her! Otiietly he made his way to the garden. The filmy white sleeves had fallen back from slender girlish arms eagerly reaching for the much desired pink rosebuds. The setting sun was turning her shining curls to glory and althoug h hpr eyes were turned from him , he could see their heavenly blue. "Oh , Susa Hell!" lie stammered. She t urnetl with a ri pple of silvery Jaug liler but -was she coming toward him? She seemed to be receding from him—disappearing. And her laug h—a h . the guns! Rubbing his eyes, lie leaped to his feet and ran to his place in the trenches. It was only a dream but it was such dreams as these that keept our soldiers line and clea n and heroic while they foug ht (or ns Over There. t ?M ¦ £tiKmf t&SmJj ^&&&2f& %jSskm ____PT__H»%rir-rc3?^v9!_l •asar^^Ba^Bs^BsBWBsBsBUBW aV \\\\\\\\\ ^ss\\\\\\\\\\\\WWWWW\ SHARPIES C SUCTION-PEED n REAM SEPARATOR With a Sharpies, it's easy to fill the kneelow tank; easy to get all the cream in; skimming; easy to clean the one-piece'Bowl, (rio discs) and you turn it just as easy as you wish. The Sharpies makes your dairy work lighter—and your profits greater. No other method; no other separator saves and serves like a Sharpies. Sometimes a woman feels tired and turns slowly—the Sharpies skims clean, just the same. 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