And there their rescuers
found them a long half-hour later--a blissful old man and a happy old
woman sitting hand in hand by the wrecked automobile.
"I cal'lated somebody'd be along purty soon," said Phineas, rising
stiffly. "Ye see, we've each got a foot that don't go, so we couldn't
git help; but we hain't minded the wait--not a mite!"
The Most Wonderful Woman
And a Great Man who proves himself truly great
It was Old Home Week in the little village, and this was to be the
biggest day. From a distant city was to come the town's one really Great
Man, to speak in the huge tent erected on the Common for just that
purpose. From end to end the village was aflame with bunting and astir
with excitement, so that even I, merely a weary sojourner in the place,
felt the thrill and tingled pleasantly.
When the Honorable Jonas Whitermore entered the tent at two o'clock that
afternoon I had a good view of him, for my seat was next the broad
aisle. Behind him on the arm of an usher came a small, frightened-
looking little woman in a plain brown suit and a plainer brown bonnet
set askew above thin gray hair. The materials of both suit and bonnet
were manifestly good, but all distinction of line and cut was hopelessly
lost in the wearing.
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