The progressive farmer. [volume] (Winston, N.C.) 1886-1904, 1896-08-18
Yes, OATS it-Carban."


"Not Carban, but Caravan, I said.
Eyes, ye2-Caravar- -now's I got it
Well, honey, your dady's plum car
ried away wid'im."
And he would be very ~ungrateful
if he didn't think a great deal of him
after what he did for me, Aunt Han
nah"
4 amt 'sputin' dat, honey; he done
you a good turn-dat's true. I amt
got muffin specially gin de gentl'man,
but I'm 'feard be won't do'ter tie to.
You'd better keep skace o de men
folks, child; dey air eviIish creatures,
and when dey git you dey sure do lead
your life-dat dey dol"
But all men are not SO bad as you
make them out to be, Aunt Hannah.
l know you have taught me ever
since | can remember to despise and
hate men, and to consider them as
false, dec9itful creatures, unworthy Of
the love and respect Of a good woman,
but surely Mr.. Caravan is not one of
this class. I am sure he has been very
kind to me, and you know flasher
thinks a great deal of him"
Yes, honey, l know he do; OATS
jest where de trouble lies; but don't
you go and set your heart on i'm, kase
he amt with it. Men folks air all
alike, honey you can't trust none o
them no fur'n you kin see i'm. Dey
ell talk purity and sweet ter you at
tust, and tell you dat dey lub you and
dat dey CAN'T lib 'thout yer, and all dat
Kind o stuff, but don't you let'm fool
you dat way de most Ov dem amt got
10 more respect for women folks dan
mules; take my advice and keep skace
o dem, honey dey wont do'ter tie tO."
Hugh, with no intention OF doing SO,
had, nevertheless, overheard the
entire conversation between Rose
and her domestic assistant. At first
he was rather amused than otherwise,
but soon the matter began to assume
a more serious aspect. AS the c~olloQuy
ceased, he rose to his feet and moved
away. With no special object in view
he crossed the lawn, and began follow
ing the z g gag pathway leading to the
summit of Sunrise Peak. HIS thoughts
were deep and abs Orbing, so much so
that almost unconscious of the fact,
he soon stood On the very spot where
only a couple of weeks before he had
saved Rose Haswell, the obj 4ct of
his thoughts, from a most horrible
death. Yes, he vas thinking of her.
He was thinking Of all that had passed
between them since that eventful day.
Did he love herr Yes; he had loved
from the moment that he had first
seen her. AS the days went by his love
had grown stronger and stronger until
it had developed into an all alb
sorbing passion. He had seen many
beautiful faces in his day, but nom
had over touched his heart as had
this simple mountain girl. Shut
out from the wicked world, its
temptations and degredations, it's fl It
teries and vanities, her heart was pure,
and truc-Intouched by the
poluting hand of so called society and
it's communicating Influences. Such
were the thoughts of Hugh as he stood
on the brink Of the precipice, watching
the evening shades as they slowly
gathered, shutting out the light from
the valley below. Yes, he loved Rose
his sweet wild R se, he called her
and he felt that life, Unshared by her,
indeed be a failure--a miserable
existence. 1t had been his intention TO
have spoken to her long ere this, but
tor fear that her heart remained I'M
touched, he had waited. But he would
wait no longer. He would 81 peak to her
this very night. He would know his
once for all whether he was to be
the heppiest, or the most miserable of
men. With this determination once
he turned about and retraced
his steps to the house. When he reached
The piazza ne found Mr.. HAswell await
ng him, who, handing him a couple of
etters, said:
II went over to South Fork today |
md hearing you say that you were
expecting mail aE that p >int, l took the
liberty to inquire for you"
Thank you, Hugh replied, and ex-
himself he broke the seal of the
asst letter fret. A glance acquainted
lin with it's contents.
bad news" he said, handing the let
to Mr.. Haswell, who reads it