The Savannah morning news. (Savannah, Ga.) 1900-current, 1900-07-15

said, promptly. You'll have to remain
incog, daddy Now, don't mind-Im not
In full dress myself So I'm willing to
fellowship with you. IN run up across
lois to our room. and tell them I'm not
going down to dinner, and then I'll
trouble you for silver half dollar, kind
sir. and buy our lunch at a restaurant.
And we'll eat 1t right here, out of a paper
bag. Larks"
Her eyes were still on Daddy. She was
seeing many new things-the hoIlows in
mis- temples. the patient droop of his lips,
the whitening hair around his bald spot.
She was seeing how 'stoop-shouldered'
daddy was getting to be, and how dred-
tired-tired-he looked. 1t seemed to
Peggy, lying there in the warm sand be-
side daddy, If she was just being in
PRODUCED to him. She reached out lit
tie sea-brown hand and slowly threaded
the scant gray hair between her fingers.
The softness and sickness of it surprised
her She had never known before that
daddy's hair was so soft and silky.
But it's thin daddy. l believe to my
soul YOU re growing old Aren't you
ashamed of yourself, sir? The idear'
NO oder than some other folks this
side o. the sea, puss," retorted daddy
with boyish laugh. He did not feel Cd
just then. He felt young II was so
pleasant to have Fezgy all 10 himself,
and 10 lie. resting, with the gentle boom
Of the breakers in his car.
You're CROWN old, TOO, ma am. Bless
my soul. wasn't it day before yesterday
you had the collie. and toled you up and
down the nursery floor. Up and down
up and down-did you ever say enough?
Not your
He prodded her whimsically with his
finger. but she was not listening to his
banter.
you're tired, Daddy. that's what" she
cried abruptly You need a lark-a long
one, not Just mean little 2-hour one like
this. See, there are crows feet round your
eyes, and you're not old enough for crow S
feet. one, two, three, four. Who ever
heard of a crow with four feet?. Daddy
do you hear? You must have a good, long
holiday. You shall stay right down here
with us. I guess we can ind clean shirts
enough. You shall not go home a step till
we go"
Gregory Knox shook his head slowly.
And lose my job, little one? Then
who'd get the bread and butter? No. no;
I'm leaving my lark to-day with you. I'm
satisfied. We old fellows at the store
have to stand by the ship while the young
bloods are having their outings. les the
law Besides, a place ike this, my dear,
wouldn't do for me. Think of your ma.
No, no. I'd rather go TO the trout brook
at home and lie on the banks and fish"
Yes, Daddy, yes-go on" Her eyes
were on his kindled old face, and his were
on a heck OF white sail in the oning. lie
began to speak dreamily, as II TO him
self
"Pd like TO see Simeon again, too. We
always went troutin together-he and me
but ! could haul in the most FISH. Every
tlme-Sim warn't much OF an angler. He'd
lay with his eyes shut and say poems 10
me. Poor Sim-'h1ts about all the poetry
he ever had or me, either 1t would be
like reviewin' a poem, though. jest to 90
back and lay under the willows at home.
Shady? Well, ! guess. And cool? There
ain't cooler place anywhere in the heat
o. summer, than on the bank O. that Old
troutin stream was-nO, sir. And you
could hear the stiddy song o. the water
1T never stopped--and smell the pine nee
dies he't up witl t.e san in the middle
o. the day. Smell good, did it9 1 get to