The Pascagoula democrat-star. (Pascagoula, Miss.) 1878-1920, 1881-06-10
j. A. Anderson,
ATTORNEY & coUNsEILoR-AT-LAw
How Colonel hay Got a Wife
BY HELEN FORREST GRAVES.
/ am Kate.

Of course / can tell my own adj,
ventures a deal better than any one
can tell them for me. That stands
TO nature. Pm not q practical
writer, and l don't know how to
produce what the fashionable an.
thors call "grand pen effects but
| believe / can make you under
stand how it was. And that Is all
that is necessary.
Leeman had sprained his ankle,
that's my brother, aud he could not
90 to town with the load of russet
apples that was already piled into
barrels and stood waiting under
the big red shed.
ats too bad y said he. "Those
russet apples are worth deal at
this time of year, and we shall miss
the market today"
"Can't you ask neighbor Hutton
TO take themY' said my mother.
"Neighbor Hutton is a deal too
sharp Il practitioner for me-" said
Leeman. elisa hard thing to say
about ueigbbor; but | cau't trust
his honesty"
"Mr. Hallr
"Hall would be casting it up in
my face for the next six months
that | had asked a favor OF him.
said Leenian. "No, III rather lose
the apples than my independence.
But it is too provoking that | must
needs have slipped on that orange
peel, now, of all times in the world.
| have been saving mp these apples
I'LL the winter with special eye to
this particular market-day.n
"Leeman," said /, "I'll 60"
"Nonsense n said Leeman.
"But why notg' said ]. "Old
Pomp is as gentle as Il kitten, and
| know every inch of the way"
"Dut there are the Red swamp
woods, that desolate stretch OF
three miles, with never house on
either side OF the way except the
deserted cabin where the old ne.
gro hanged himself twenty years
ago. argued my mother.
"Who cares for the Red swamp
woods 7" said /, valiantly. 'I nev.
er was afraid of frogs and whippoor.
wills, aud l am not going to begin
now. "Lll, will you go out and
help me harness early iu the morn.
ing, and"
"Ob, wish / was going, too
Can't | go, Katesn cried Lii, my
hoyden Young sister, with her blue
eyes glistening with delight at the
idea OF anything unusual.
"Stuffw cried l, imperiously.
"Of course you can't! Hasn't
Pomp aheavy load enough without
yours ninety pounds of mischief
loaded Oh Besides, you must stay
ut home and take care Of mother
and Leeman aud finish the chintz
curtains for the big west cham mber,
for Colonel Hay may come home at
any time now.
Colonel Hay was our city board.
era gentleman who had been
recommended by bis physician to
Try the fresh, pine-scented breezes
of tho Shawaugeenta mountains,
aud whom our rector had recon-
mended to the Icy spring farm.
We were not rich, although moth.
er and Leeman had managed the
farm economical and well since
fathers death, aud the weekly ad-
dition 70 our income would be
something worth considering.
The idea of city boarder was
very pleasant too, aud Icy spring
farm was a very lovely spot, al
though we seldom allowed our
selves to think of that.
So, after little, | asked mother
and Leeman to consent, and the
next morning Lii and we're up
long before daybreak, harnessing
old Pomp and getting ready for
the days joarney.
By the time the red, level light
of the rising sun touched old
Pomp's gray name with radiance,
| was driving through the Red
swamp, where the maple trees,
from which it took its name, were
all aglow with crimson blossoms.
and the thrushes and robins called
to one another with fiute-like notes.
Well, l managed splendedly. l
knew where ! was going to when |
started. / sold the six barrels Of
russets to tue man who kept the
Park hotel tor g. apiece, and that
was more than Leeman himself an
tisipated.
"Be careful yon don't get rob-
bed now said the man, as he
watched me put the bills into my
little portemonnaie.
"Robhed y said |, with a laugh.