The Dawson news. (Dawson, Ga.) 1889-current, 1901-09-18

snock now. But you need not be
netting Dan Legg any more; he's been
dead these many years.
The silence lay heavy between them,
until he suddenly turned suspicious:
Where was you when 1 devised
Dan? I can only mind of Loocy being
by. Where was you toy
II was in the bakehouse, stripping
feathers. IT'S so long ago you for
get"
This remark was prOvidential in
suggesting a new train Of thought.
"YOu and your feathers. MARTHA!
couldn't bide in house when you
was bakin' of them. Tell about
Switches! I zim l smell of 'em now"
She laughed softer laugh than
Martha had ever been guilty Of
Martha, the terrible tidy woman; So
called, more in evaporation than adj
miration, by the victims of her rabid
MISUNDERSTANDING, who was too
"near" and saving to pay her sisters
fare acroSsi
They were now thoroughly warmed
to their subject, and both revelled in
a quaint and homely speech that
would have astonished the clerks out
side.
Timothy Burt required the minut-
est particulars of people whom until
then he had totally forgotten, and he
was marvelously surprised to find
so many of them dead. 1t was like
turning over a full page to encounter
a blank!
1--WE be gettin' along, Tim; gettin'
woldsh with lever chick nor child
to comfort us. 1t do zim pity, too
if you'd a married Lu-"
He silenced her abruptly, and again
the golden-haired vision swept fresh
across his fancy.
at is to be hoped" he said, not
without latent jealousy, "that Loocy's
children favor her. That Mech was
always a dumbledore of a man-not
but what he'd a-done for you right
enough"
He had no intention of being rude.
but in the old days Martha had never
minced matters, and he saw no rea-
son to mince them now
"They are knowledgeable," she an
swered modestly, land the eldest girl
is like what Loocy used to be, so they
tell me. The buoys wur a bit wild
as lads"
Tim Burt assumed an almost pa
rental displeasure.
''No management about the father"
he said. I'D have hided them prop
er. 1 never could bear bad idle
buoys."
"And yet I can mind of some bad
buoys caught stealing apples in
Squire Thorn's orchard. Tom-fair-
maids, they were--beauties"
Tim Burt actually laughed.
"And 1 was the only one caught.
The bailiff hided me for the lot. But
you are right about the Tom-fair-
maids, they were worth a hiding"
"Timr' she said, and her voice
grew more earnest: "Tim, do you
never banker after the old place"
81 have no time for such fancies,
or 1 might"
His apathy stirred her into pas
sionate speech.
81 couldn't bide quiet but for the
hope of saving enough to carry me
back. OH when 1 do think OF all the
miles-the weary miles, I 'zim as 1t
can't be true. Sometimes in the
work room I see the old home
so plain as can be! l smell
the gilly-fowers until I'm sick with
longing. Your house was too back
sunded to have them so early as we
-turrible backsunded your garden
was, but the sun would wake up
mornings before even the Wood-plg-
cons were calling in copSe. Can't you
hear them calling: Go to school, you
fool, you fool? And then we'd meet
you down the KNAPP, where the man
lived who was hagrod. Don't you
mind OF the beautiful fresh smell OF
the earth, at the autumn blowing,
and can't you see the hedges all attire
| with red leaves and burries?
you have changed" he said Won
| deringly. II never thought you cared
a trump for such idle fancies. Now,
| Loocy-"
Its being away" she interrupted
hurriedly, land upon times it is like
a hunger that nothing will stay. One
day in the gardens l heard sudden
like the tapping Of water, just as
the sea would lap in summer, upon
the pebble-ridge of the cove. The
leaping Of ny heart nearly stopped
| it; but when 1 looked there was only
foolish little duck squawketing in
puddle"
She was terribly in earnest then,
and unsympathetic. Timothy Burt
even felt a thrill of something like
| pity, but she had almost forgotten
| him, for the still waters running SO
deep and so silently for years had it
last tumultously overfowed.
II do fear sometimes that 1 may
be strook for death before I've time
h.