Bradley University - Anaga Yearbook (Peoria, IL)

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COIACIGI ICI As HQSICSS T was about eight o'clock in the evening when Cordelia Gaylord sat down to try to pass some time by reading one of her favorite books. Her father and mother having been called away to the bed-side of a sick friend earlier in the evening, she was alone. Cordelia had hair that friends called auburn and enemies, rcdg and a tempera- ment that usually goes with that kind of hair. Now, some girls wou1dn't relish the prospect of being alone in a farm-house at-night, a mile away from the nearest neighbors,-but not so, Cordelia. She enjoyed the prospect of a quiet evening to read, and being alone gave her the opportuity of sympathizing much more with her heroine than she usually could. Many a day when she started to read, she would no sooner get to where Rosamond was dangling from a rope on the edge of a cliff, Eve lmndred feet high, and the villian was just going to cut the rope--when, 'Deel-ya, you'll have to wash them dishes now. I'm busy with this here ironin', and poor Rosamond would have to dangle until Cordelia finished her task. Iiut now, even tho the surroundings and the quietnde of the evening were perfect for enjoying her book, Cordelia could not get her mind on her reading. At last she grew exasperated with herself and said aloud, My goodness, a body'd think I was afraid, watching me fidget around here, but I do feel like something's going to happen tonight. Of course I'm silly, -and thus assuring herself how very foolish she was, she started to read again, this time a little more successfully. . 0 just as she succeeded in applying herself, a sharp knock startled her. Know' mg it could not be her father and mother home so soon, she did not immediately open the door, but went first to the window from which could be seen anyone standing by the door. As the moon was shining brightly, she could plainly see the person, who proved to be a man, about middle-age, of medium stature, and attired in a motoring outfit. She then noticed something which she had not seen before, a large touring-car. Seeing nothing wrong, she went to the door and opened it. The stranger politely lifted his cap and asked if a weary traveler could come in and rest a few moments. Why, certainly sir,-come right in, and make yourself at home. She then showed him the most comfortable chair in the room, and sat down opposite the man,-whom she now found to be a handsome, prosperous-looking individual. I suppose you would like to know who has intruded upon you in this unceremonious manner, said the guest. and I don't blame you in the least. Here is my card, -with which he handed Cordelia a card with this inscription, Ima Skinner, Dealer in Metals. lfe then told her why he was there at that time of night. Yon see, I'm traveling North, and was not informed of the bad roads around this beautiful country here, and so, about an hour ago, I struck the worst road I ever saw, in all my ten-years experience as a motorist. VVell, the car fit starts and stops noiselessly-most likely you didn't hear it, when I camel got stuck in about a foot of mud, I worked with it for a half hour, trying to pry it out with some boards, and had just about given up, when a farmer drove up with a team of horses. To make a long story short,-he pulled the auto out, and here I am,-without any supper. Cordelia, being a hospitable little body, immediately offered to make him a hot lunch, which offer he thankfully accepted, saying he would pay her well. f'tmtInui-fl on p. 215 31

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