The Union times. [volume] (Union, S.C.) 1894-1918, 1895-11-29

from the woodshed, Miss Sylvia came
on the scene inquiring: Did you hit
one. auntie? 1 hope it's that old roos-
ter And then Tom saw fireworks and
all the stars. He was half senselcss -
they thought he was crazy man.
Well, they called in n doctor, and he
kept the boy prisoner there for six
weeks-he and Miss Sylvia, and the
result, you see, Is sister-in-l law"
ga charming result, have no
doubt" said Fordham. "It's strik-
ing story"
They left the office together and on
tered the lawyers gharry that stood
waiting in the street. Tall and state
ly white buildings cast welcome
shadows along the wide thoroughfare,
and in the arcades of their lower
floors were heaped jewels, silverwork,
wrought brass, silks and shawls. The
squatting merchants guarded their
treasures with slcepylooking, Keen
eyes as they patiently waited for Gus
toners. Crowds of shoppers, idiers,
, coolies and water carriers filed the
street, and the tropical sunlight
! brought out tho glowing richness of
( brilliant.h .h,iel brocades and silkeu
shawls, the dazzle OF whIte garments,
the satinv shine of ba-e bronze iialus
and chests. little public hac.;tr:1s.
or cabs, "Irtn Ied with bright deep
colors AMI .'r,nl by brisk LITE oul-
locks, rolled constantly by. Hump
backed cows strolied placidly among
the throngs, and n pet ram with gilded
horns accompanied its BrGhmin mas
ter. Presently the gharry turned iuto
Il narrow side street where luscious
fruits were hcapeu up in rich-hued
piles that freighted the air with spice
and perfume. Dusty roads appeared
when the business portion os the city
was left behind, and they rolled the
palm fringed roads of Malabar hill,
the residence district of the wealthy
! foreigners. AT the entrance to his
bungalow Emmett alighted and Ford
ham rolled on toward his own home.
1t was not far, and he was soon enjoy.
ing the renovating effect of bath.
He replaced his white garments with a
negligee of India silk and became ac-
cessible to his little daughter, lovely
child with pale little face like a flower.
| tollC htlt Dccu IuolutIltSS lOE u VCuT.
He took her on his knee and drew out
the little story OF her day; then he
! told her fairy tales-dainty fancies,
exquisite iesting that Older and less
iuti.nate listeners would have been
amazed to hear from the keen tongued
lawyer. Then tho little ones ayah
came to carry her to bed.
Miss Barbara was walking slowly
homeward through the dusk. Faded
leaves dropped softly about her and
the mellow air was smoky with bon
fires. These Indian summer days
heralded the approach OF Thanksgiv-
Ing, but the remembrance gave her no
! pleasure. For some reason she at
tribntcd it TO Sylvia's recent romance
her thoughts pcrsistently reverted
, TO a lonG-gone Thanks giving Day that
had begun for her with happiness and
ended with sorrow. On that Thanks
! giving had arisen the never settled
quarrel that had parted her and her
/ young lover. He had gone immedi-
ntely abroad anil hastily married there.
Not until then did Miss Barbara dis
miss the man he had accounted his
rival. Their world had held her
hlamcworthy in the affair perhaps
! she had held herself so. Certainly life
| had looked darker 10 her in those DAYS
! than II looked now. She went slowly
/ mp the steps OF her pleasant home.
| Fur within a SlrliSh voice sang happily
amt the rooms were Cnecry vita iGu!
.ow lImr-.iIht thGS revealed Hiss Bar.
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