Lawrence democrat. (Lawrenceburg, Tenn.) 1884-1925, 1891-11-06
NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS.
a Genuine Romance That Beat
the Sham One.

eyes, guess we kin accommodate
re. Jest step in an I'll ask mother.
She'll tell us purity student"
John Allen followed the old cottager
into the little parlor, and was there
left to enjoy the salt water flavor of its
furnishings while his host went in
pursuit of mother" She was long in
hnding, and the visitor had counted for
the third time the specimens of dried
fishes, moses and seaweeds which
adorned the chimneypiece, before the
captain returned
81 had ter leave we purity con-
sid'able of spell. Mother she had
lest run in ter James ter talk it over.
It does alters upset her so. Jest's if It
was q stranger.
The sailor sat down, facing the ap-
plicant for summer board, and regarded
him with unblinking eyes, meanwhile
rolling over and over in his cavernous
mouth monstrous piece of tobacco.
To end this unpleasant spectacle, AL
Zen said:
II was told at the hotel that you
were DESTROYS of boarders, else should
pot have intruded."
"An' they told we right. But this
mornin' come a letter from Meg-Mar-
garet. That may alter things, an l
guess mother didn't feel capable of de-
cidin' till she'd talked about it with
Vane. James our oldest. She's mar
ried an got five. She'll be in bime-by."
To make the waiting less tedious, or
to crafty his own pride, the captain
took from the red-covered table in the
center of the room Pilgrims Prog
ress," whose leaves were bulged with
loose papers not called for by the text.
The book, open at the first picture, was
laid across the guests knees in man.
her which indicated that all the un-
mounted amateur photographs with
which the work was crowded would
have to be examined.
Allen shivered, but civility compel
ing, he began to look at the "views, y
and had not gone far toward the end
before he perceived that all were por,
traits of one person. He looked up in.
quiringly
The captain stood STOPPING and look
ing over the visitors shoulder with
keenest interest, and, whatever hi
might have thought of the work, Johr
Allen was not the man to disparage il
to such adoring delight as shone il
that weather-beaten old face.
They're hern; all on 'em. Sophiel
took 'em, but Meg-Margaret gin hel
the machine Purity, haih't theyP'
Exclamation rather Interrogation
but the other replied, promptly:
Every pretty. The face, mean"
"That's what 1 mean, tn. An i
does beat all ter see how quick sh,
done It'll Them was all took last sum
mer, an Sophier's primed ready fe
another lot agin she comes down thi
year. She wrote this mornin', an
that's what upset mother. We WASH
expectin' Of her till August; but
mothers a-comin' now. seed he
through the winder."
'Sophier must be industrious,
thought Allen. There was "Meg-Mar
garet" in every conceivable position
which civilized woman could assume
!. Margaret in bathing-suitoand in even
ling dress; Margaret in hammocl
Nlnder tree, under an umbrella, feed
ing chickens, fishing, on horseback
reading, sewing, dancing, maxim
bread, writing-shades of George E
iotl Could any mortal female look Xix
that when engaged in literature?
Certainly she took it hard.
But the entertaining host had take
another treasure from the dresser
and brought it-literally wrapped i
fine linen-for the guests inspection
The napkin covering had scent c
lavender, but the contents were, G
seemed, unworthy so much care. Tn
treasure proved to be the most sun
merry of summer novels; book which
rs critic for the Clarion, Allen had hin
self harshly reviewed. He marvele
TO find it there and thus.
"Ahr "A 'Sconset Romance Hay
you cad it?"
mo, hain't read it. 1 hain't no tast
that way. But mother has-mothC
has dozen times, guess. It's hern.
"HersP" asked Allen, feebly, notl
ing else occurring to him.
eyes, Meg-Margarets. Margar,
Sudbury's own book, writ by her ow
hand" The information of which Il
captain had delivered himself vas 1
weighty he was obliged to sit down.
So mother" came in and four
them. She had been prepared to Sc
mo" to any boarder's application, b,
the sight of one who could apprecia
Margarets book changed her decisiC
at once, and she led the way to show Il
rooms with an alacrity which seem,
to discredit the assertion that she was