Chapter 23 MR. BRENT THROWS A BALL

If that Saturday had been manufactured to Mr. Potter's order it couldn't have been finer. There was a bright blue sky overhead and not a cloud bigger than a handkerchief to be seen. A westerly breeze, bearing the first hint of Autumn, cooled the ardor of the sun. Clearfield had a gala look as soon as the shades at the store windows were drawn in th