Lawrence democrat. (Lawrenceburg, Tenn.) 1884-1925, 1895-11-01

It was, Willard, what loose rein
you havel Can't You realize that
they're likely to stumble at any mo-
ment?" Or, willard. we're coming to
one of those dangerous 'thank-you-
ma'ams;' do be careful"
sat by wondering at Mr.. Grazier's
unruffied composure under the contin-
ual fire, but reflected that doubtless
he was used to 1t.
Next we reached the crossroads, and
Mr.. Grazier turned the horses to the
right, remarking: Here we leave the
main road for drive through the
woods"
''Oh, no, Willard, Pm sure you're
mistaken" his wife declared, 1--WE
ought to keep to the main road for at
least mile more. remember perfect
~ just how every inch of the road
looked the last time / drove over it."
MY dear, l am absolutely sure that
this is the road he replied, whipping
up the horses.
Mrs Grazier leaned back in her seat
with an expression OF intense resigna.
ton depicted upon her face. very
well; take us anywhere you please,
provided that you get us home finally.
! shall not say another word; ! have
offered all the advi ce that intend to
this afternoon"
/ heard this statement with much
satisfaction, feeling that advice was
not, after all, the necessary accom-,
paniment of thoroughly charming
country drive.
This woody road is lovely, at all
events, and so shady and COOL" / put
in timidly.
"Yes, it is very pretty here Mrs.
Grazier assented then she added:
"Willard, see farmer coming and ]
want you just to ask him if this is the
right road"
But know it is the road"
mo, matter, should think you
might ask him, if only to set my mind
at rest"
81 suppose itwould rest it very much
If he said it was the wrong road"
There, that's why you won't in.
quire; You know he'll say it's the
wrong road"
Just then the farmer came alongside,
and Mr.. Grazier, who was apparently
determined not to STOP suddenly drew
rein, more abruptly, / fancied, than
was wholly necessary, and my compan.
lon on the back seat, after exclaiming:
"How could you, Willard?" eagerly
addressed the farmer:
as this the road to Pine Knoll?"
ITO Pine what?" he questioned,
biankly.
pine Knoll, hill with trees on it."
she explained.
"WGll, can't say" he responded.
~ amt much acquainted up this way,
but reckon you'll find pines all about
here"
THANK you." his interlocutor said
briefly. and we drove on.
Now, we must stop and ask at the
next farmhouse, Willard" my hostess
announced; they certainly are ac-
quainted with the neighborhood"
But how absurd, when know that
the Knoll is not half mile from this
very farmhouse
80 you imagine, Willard, but
think differently. Here comes an
other man, and am going to speak to
him."
Man number two, however, did not
wait to be spoken to, but accosted us
with broad smile.
Good day, Mr.. Grazier, goin' up tt
the Knoll AGAIN.
Mr.. Grazier nodded as this the
shortest oad?" Mrs. Grazier inquired,
promptly.
n reckon it's about the only one"
he rejoined, grinning, as if he found
the idea of possible second road huge
ly amusing.
We drove on in silence for some few
minutes before Mrs. Grazier spoke
again; then she said: Anyway, it's
relief to know that this is the road
T, answered fervently, but Mr.. Ora
zier vouchsafed no reply.
Pine Knoll proved to be truly love-
ly spot, but my memory of the way
thither and back is clouded by my too
vivid recollection of my hostess par
ticipation in the management of the
| bays.
If we crossed bridge Willard was
reminded of the sign which directed us
to walk the horses" II we passed a
WAGNER in a narrow part of the road
he was conjured not to tip us down the
steep em GA nkment. If the horses quick
ened their pace it was cruel to drive SO
fast, and If they slowed up they were
overheated, or had, doubtless, stones
in their feet.
At every water trough Mrs. Grazier
felt sure that they we're dying OF thirst,
until at last we stopped, and after
much delay and struggle to unhitch
neither of them could be induced to
touch u drop.
The most trying time of all was
probably when we turned around in a
very limited space on the top of Pine
Knoll. but upon that l will not en-.
large.
When we reached home felt tired
and exhausted, well-nigh sick, while
my hostess sighed deeply as she
alighted, declaring that she couldn't
understand why driving fatigued
her SO.
Even Mr.. Grazier, despite his adj
amantine nerves, appeared somewhat
weary, as he replied: ITS not driving
that tires you, but driving from the
back seat, Mrs. Grazier."
Since my country drive l have often
observed people endowed with those
characteristics SO prominent in Mrs.
Grazier. In every club, society or So