The true Democrat. [volume] (Bayou Sara [La.]) 1892-1928, 1898-05-28
loving eyes, the successful young
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writer was always right.
So Joanna Fox and Miss Woodln'
dressed in black and closely yelled,
went up to Foxville to attend the auc-
ton sale. -, =.
Everybody was there. They didn't
have an auction sale at Foxville every
day in the week. .,
Souire Barton was there, with
vague idea Of purchasing the old place
for public garden.
1T would he attractive" said the
squire. "These oren-air concert-gar'
dens are making no end of money IN
the cities. I don't see why the Ger.
mans need pocket all the money that
there is going"
Mrs. Emmons came because ever0.
body else did. Miss Dodge, who had
saved little money, thought that it
the place went cheap, she would pay.
down part and give a moatgage Tor
the remainder.
"And my sister could keep board.
ers," she considered, "and 1 could
always have home there"
But Simon Lockedge was most de-
termined Of all to have the old parson-
age for his own.
81 could fix it up" said he to him
self, land live there real comfortable
| It's a dreadful pretty location, and I'm
bound to have it-especially since
mothers investments have turned out
bad, and since we've got to sell the
farm. Nothing hasn't gone right with
us since I broke off with the old par
sons and-daughter. 1t wasn't quite
the square thing to do, but there
seemed no other way. But, let mother
say what she will, it brought bad luck
to u.s."
And the rustic crowd surged in and
out. and the auctioneer mounted to his
platform on an old kitchen table, ano
the bidding began at FIVE hundred dol
lars, and chung fire" for some time:
''Six!" said cautious Simon Lock
edge, as last.
"seven!'peeped Miss Dodge family
'Eight!' said Simon, resolutely.
"a thousand!' uttered the voice o
a quiet, yelled lady, in the corner.
Every one stared in that direction.
"'Taint worth that, 'said the squire
in an undertone. Gail run down
fences gone to nothing
But Simon Lockedge wanted it yer.
much.
"E-le-ven hundred!" said he
slowly and unwillingly.
"Fifteen hundred!" spoke the sol
voice, decidedly.
"Fifteen hundred!" bawled the auc
tioneer. "I'm offered fifteen hundre
dollars for this very desirable prop
erty. Fifteen hundred, once tiftee
hundred, twice fifteen hundred. thre
,, times and gone! What name, ma'an
, if you please?"
! And the lady, throwing aside he
veil. answered calmly:
'tJoanna Fox!'
> The old parsonage was rebuilt, an
! studded with bay windows and med1
eval porches. Laurels and rhode
dendrons were set out in the grounds
the little brook was bridged over wit
:, rustic cedarwood; and Joanna Fo
and Miss Woodin came there to live,
! modest comfort.
- But Mrs. Lockedge and her SC
= Simon moved out of Foxyille whe
! the mortgage On their old place WI
- foreclosed, and the places that Ia
known them once knew them I
4 more.
- And Mrs. Emmons said:
= "She's done real we'll, Joanna la
- always knew there was somethl1
= in her!'
y And Mrs. Wentworth and the Miss
y Barton tried desperately to become
=. innate with the young authoress, b
:. without avail.
= For there is nothing in all the vii
. world so successful as success, and
=: - is fetch which has many worshipel
Saturday Night.