The Atlanta constitution. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1885-19??, 1894-07-23
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door and Burrell met her.
"Oh, Burrell!' she exclaimed in a fright.
ened tone. 81 heard some one talking;
I'm sure l did"
"Tain't nothin' in the world but the
frogs" said Burrell, reassuringly. why,
there's q big old bullfrog at the spring
that can talk more politics in an hours
time than Ben Hill an Bob Toombs an
Aleck Stephens all put together. If the old
frog had his way he'd call a convention
an settle the rights of man before sun-up."
"Oh, Burrell! 1 know 1 heard something
them Susy snuggled up close to him.
"Shucks!' said Burrell, putting arm
around her, "you neen' TO be scared when
Tn sittin' 'roun' an in tolerable good
health. [ amt saw no better man than
me sence the war. not even that young fell
Ter Otis"
60 I think he's SO nice:' suggested Susy.
Yes" assented Burrell, doubtfully. Il
did say I'd never like a yankee, but he's
clever, an he's got good sense"
"And he's so handsome declared Susy.
con, yes" replied Burrell with sighs
hes lots nicer and purifier than what
ann
Now, Burrellr' said susy repentantIy,
81 didn't mean that! You know l love
your Her little hand crept into his big
one.
you may love me some," said BurrelI
sadly, but you don't love me like L do
you"
''You goose!" cried susy, you know
don'
No Burrel went on: mo, you don't.
I went to mill today, an I set on the bank
an looked at the water stretched out there
so calm an cool, an says to myself, Win
stett, that's the. place for you. Then you'll
be out of everybodys way
ooh. Burrel!" pleaded Susy, putting both
arms around him and leaning her head
y;
please don't talk that way any more. I'm
miserable anyhow, I know something's
going to happen"
Something did happen. The waning voice
of Mrs. Fincannon came echoing down the
hall:
"susy! You, susy Beasley! Come in
out of the damp!
Burrell kissed her once twice thrice,
and she disappeared in the house, shutting
the door behind her. BurreH went around
toward the rear.
"Huh!" said Uncle Cato. in an under
tone "Marse Burreu smack mis- mouf like
it tas'e good
Otis Maxwell and the two negroes re.
NAMED perfectly quiet for some time,
Finally Shack laid his hand on Uncle Ca.
to's arm.
"Dey's sumpin gwine on 'roun' yander
in Miss Crissy's room. Creep roun' dar an
see what It's
through the blinds. He came back and re-
ported that his young mistress was giving
Larceny some Of her old clothes and Mrs.
Fincannon was making the girl try them
on. He said his young mistress looked as if
she had been crying.
"Ah WELL" said Otis Maxwell, with
SIGH, Tets get about our burglary. They
are not likely to so the library to-
night"
1t little while a faint light in the IL
brary showed that the gentle burglar was
at work. Then the blinds were closed and
, all was dark again.
Suddenly there was q noise in the avenue
"a slight crunching sound. This attracted
the attention of Shack, who slipped way
| from the library window and moved noise
| lesSly in the direction of the entrance to
| the rose garden. Then his keen ear caught
| the sound Of approaching footsteps. Then
| there was whispered consultation.
| Mr.. Beasley had arrived, bringing with
| him the Rev. Felix Sampson, in order to
| reassure Ethel and Mrs Fincannon. Mr..
| Sampson was a newcomer in that neigh
! borhood and he not very sure of his
| ground. In fact he had undertaken the
| present expedition with many doubts and
fears. He had prudenty left his horse
| and buggy at the far end of the avenue,
| and was prepared to take to the woods on
| the slightest prOVocaton. Ne stepped
about very lightly indeed and was con-
! Siierably agtated
| Il think 1 owe it to my cloth not to ven-
ture too near" he whispered to Mr.
| Beasley Il feel that [ running great
risk, very great risk indeed. l feel that
l am inviting criticism. Yes, my dear sir,
[ feel it keeny. With your permission, l
will retrace my steps and stand at the
head of this beautiful avenue and there
await you and your charming bride that Is
to be-"
Stuff growled Mr.. Beasley' Non
| sense! Stay where you are
But. my dear sir, you don't appreciate
the delicacy of my--ah-my position. Should
we be discovered and-ah-pursued.
feel that my-ah-rny calling would be DIS
graced'
MIR Beasley laid a warning hand on MT.
Sampson A noise was heard in the direction
of the library. The moon had risen su1h-
GENTLY high to diffuse dim light over the
garden and Mr.. Beasley and the Rev Mr.
Sampson shrank back under the shadow OF
| the trees.
A noise was also heard at the front door
| of the house and two female figures came
| out upon the veranda. Otis Maxwell, who
had started into the house after his search
| in the library, successful search apparehb