San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1897-12-26


dreariness. She took In the details one
by one.
"What was Strong thinking OFF,
Into this dissatisfied reverie came q
heavy. crashing football, and Seth stood
before her. staggering under the weight
Of two rough hewn willow posta He
flung them down with laugh and dried
his streaming forehead ON his shirt
sleeves as
~what now. Sethy" Lin asked,
Walking around the long posts inquisi-
lively why. what Herculss you
arer'
81 been thinkin bout ron, DIZZY,
ever sence we parted this monin, and it
come to me. II you was bent On doin al
your picture maxim in this pertickler
spot, I'd better be providin ag'inst 40
cidents The rainy season IL comm on,
and wen it rains here it don't make NO
bones about it. Sometimes we has regu>
lar chunk foaters I'm goin to put you
up storm shed. Them's the posts for
it."
Liza looked affectionately mp at the
great sunbumed fellow, with his moist,
yellow hair and his loving blue eyeG.
She had pronounced him common" In
her heart that very morning, foc which
she did repent her. -
"Seth, you are entirely too good to
me. I don't deserve one-hak that You
do for me-" She patted his STOPPING
shoulders caressingly.
"Yes, You do, honey. you deserves
lots more. I sometimes thinks it mighty
rough ON you-mighty rough. And I'm
sorry for you, b'dogged If I amt.
Liza stopped and loosened dlvery
lichen from the bark Of one of the posta
Her eyes were shining and she did NOT
want Seth to see 1t. t,f
"What is rough ON me, buddy Seths"
It was the first time she had ever
fallen into the old childish form Of ad-
dress go : y.
IAN of it," said Seth gently, "all Of
it. Me and pa and the niggers and the
quarters and-well, everything in q
lump. / sorter feel like we all had
trapped little hummin bird and was
rumplin its purity feathers all the
wrong way with our clumsy handlin. l
do, for fac. You needn't to laugh.
Never mind my plumage. Twill try
to keep it smooth. It will be lovely to
have storm shed out here, Seth. And
will You put me mp a shelf tooi One that
will hold all my boxes and brushes, &C
that need not bring them backward
and forward every day9 That is one %
my greatest bothers"
"a dozen, If You want EN-" said
Seth delightedly.
Zone will do. Where is your hat.
Seth?"
He put long, sunburned hand up te
his lank, yellow hair and laughed un'
concernedly.
| Its out yonder in the wagon, full
Of pussimmons But maybe you've out
growed your love Of pussimmons seen
fine lot Of ripe ones. Frost. you know,
last Tuesday, and thought maybe
you'd like to eat 'em as we driv' home. y
(which expect we ought to be do
ing now. I promised mother to help her
with the sweet potato pies Indeed
have not outgrown my persimmon
| taste.
Seth waved his hand vaguely.
Whenever it suits you. II you want
to draw some mo-, can wait. So can
the sweet potato pies. can be diggin
them post holes by way Of savin time.
Don't mind me, sissy"
81 don't believe I want to draw any
more. My morning has been all spoiled
I am quite ready to go home.
"Who lied your morninr'
| ''Mr. Adrien Strong. What an Adonia
he is, Sethp'
Asveiled but dangerous light came
into Seth's mild blue eyes.
"Is Adr'n Strong been pesterin your"
II think pestered him more than he
did me. ("
Such an unaffected ripple Of laughter
broke from Liza's parted red lips that
Seth's threatening aspect melted In
simultaneously into one Of the most abb
-ject alteration.
"I'd ruther hear one laugh Like that
from you, Sissy, than to lis'n to the
brass bcnd Of Dan Rice's circus, b'dog-
ged If wouldn't, for q fac. But
what's that about Adr'n Strong sp'ilin
your mornin?" ~ II
Then, as together they traversed the
peafield toward where the wagon wa
waiting for them, Liza told him about
Adrien and Sarah Jane and the broken
ramrod About the revelation contained
in the crumpled piece Of paper which
Adrien had meant to cram into the baE'
rel Of his gun she did not speak. Thu
wallet she put into Seth's hand. Saying
briefly:
HE left this behind Give IL bach
to him, please. - a :
Ibid you think I warn't never com
In back for your" Seth asked, lifting
her lightly into position ON the Wagon
and putting his fruit offering into hel
lap.
II thought you were staying Longer
than usual, but I suppose IL was tb,
posts or an extraordinary good pickinl
to weigh. Which was it?'' rs
mo, it warn't the posts, nor the cot