Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1901-06-14


his party for reelection, and was to
make a speech at campaign rally in
Drinkwater the next forenoon. Judge
Collier, as the most prominent citi-
zen, had been asked to entertain him.
Thus it come about. The coincidence
of an important and long-standing en-
gagement at Mrs. Golfers sister, n
few miles away, on the very day of
the governors arrival, was. an unfor-
tunate accident.
1t was II by the time they got away.
Then Midget woke from her nap and
had to be "bread- as Jess
styled it. gtyFrtf
Think of it, Nudge, we're going to
receive real, live governor, you and
l." Jess cried, gayly.
"0h, my! You certain possytif he's
live, Jessie?'' m
Mercy, yes; yes, indeed, Nudge
And we've got to, treat him beau
tifully, you know, so he'll send daddy
to congress some day, or-or make
him president or something. You
never can tell what governor might
do if you gave him fair chance,
What we want to do is to furnish the
chance; see, mon enfant?"
The big, beautiful house was in per.
feet order, but Jess lowered over the
rooms in their turn, Strengthening
and smoothing and blowing off mag.
mary flecks of dust. Little Midget
duly impressed with the occasions
solemnity, trotted in her wake.
"There, all that is needed now are
the flowers. Wen go and cut flowers
Nudge, of my heart. Mercy, yes; she
must have a little pink sunbonnet OF
when the governors coming. One
more freckle on your nose, Midget
Collier, and daddy's political chances
would be lost-lost!"
Out on a wide, shady lawn it was
beautiful. There was nothing to dis
tract ones attention from the careful
selection and arranging of the guber
material nosegays. But Jessica glanced
across the low hedge occasionally
with suspicion.
Its holidays. I'm afraid Rains
at home, Midget" she said.
"Yes'm, som I 'fraid, COS l know
he is-'cos l sawed him this minute.
a mop of football hair rose slowly
over the hedge. Being red, it was lik'
the rising of the sun, as Jess would
have taken pains to tell him, only sh'
had said it so often it was old. Sh'
went on with her posy-picking will
great dignity.
"Prithee, faire ladye," quavered ;
voice, timidly, might poor menia
crave audience, or is it-er-youl
busy day?"
"Yes, it is, Lorain Cox. You mustn'
bother. I'm getting ready for thu
governors reception tonight"
Eyes, he is; he's a-comin'. TIL
govvynor's a-comin'," supplemented
Midget, importantly.
"Oh, come off, Midget"
"Lorain Cox, if you don't believe us
you-needn't," Jess cried, Indignantly
me? What have l done, Jess?
only said come off OF course,
meant the pansy bed. l suppose yor
see that Nudge is standing right il
the mid"
Jess uttered little cry of disma
and swooped down on Midget uncere
moniously. The pansy bed was he
especial delight. Who else weeded j
and watered it-by spasms?
"oh, Nudge, right on my beautiful
Emperor William"
Better watch out. He isn't tn
kind of a fellow to step on; no, sill
l say, Jess"
"No, don't say it. You must no
talk to me now, while I'm arranging
Rain. 1t abstracts me. Doesn't you
mother need you to-to-beat egg
or something's"
sour eggs can't be beat" respond
ed Lorain, promptly. "Think c
something else"
"Well. to light the fire, then" wit
a malicious glance at the mop of re
hair.
mo, lighted that before I had tn
pleasure of meeting you, fair lady,
/ stood on my head over the stove
lid, you know, and" =, -
"Rain Cox! Don't you hear voice
calling you?"
"She's got me COMPOUNDED with .Joa
of Arc" soliloquized Rain in stag
whisper. 81 remind her of that mob
maid"
"You remind me that it never rain
but it pours-there, do run off. That
the very hest pun ] can make, wit
the governor on my mind. How
you expect I'm going to get ready fc
the reception?"
After the roses were picked an
tossed into bowls with happy abal
don--Jessica was born artist fo
flower effects-there were the pansit