The Montgomery advertiser., 1901-09-17
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 .s # DAILY SHORT STORY.)l
Copyright. 1901, by Daily Story Pub. Col

Tony was coming from work at a neighbours sorghum mill one evening when he met Lucy in the road. He too K the hat-iron she carried and walked back
 Lucy, do you love mel? Will you mar ry me? Now, hold on. know I've been acting wrong. but you partly caused it. T was afraid you'd ask me. Tony: l love you. and hate to say No but can't marry a man who drinks and car to @ drink any more. I'll marry you. Won't you promise?'
 NO, Lucy, I won't promise. for I'd a6t tG fbnk fe the eovG stop it My grandad loved Ticker, my dad loved Ticker, and love flicker. and can't promise you I'll quit. Goodbye. Lucy. It's nearer cut through here to home"
 One evening during the close of October, heavy clouds settled over this section and pie, who had been watching the almanac, knew a rainy season was developing. and saw-mill men up and down the creek fas- tened their logs. Pilfer Creek rose fast, streams. Bridges were fastened with log chains, and the fattoning hogs in pens along the banks had to be moved to the ridge. People with nothing else to do sat bridges. and occasionally dead animal. pass down in the swift yellow current. By eight o'clock that. night the back water was where 1t had not been for sev- eral years, and was still rising. Along to- wards midnight, above the roar of the murky creek. came the cry:
 Come and get us!'
 Tony Lloyd, who lay awake. heard the cry, and was soon standing with his larl- tern on a hill. waiting for the second cry, which soon came. Tate Olives family in driven to the loft of their house. Tony padded the family ashore In his skin. and then went down the strip of water and around a bend.
 Dink Joiner went to Tony's house the next day to sec about some fence rails, but the house was deserted. That even- ing he inquired around the neighborhood, but Tony had not been seen since he res cued Oliver's family on the night before. Neighbors began to inquire. and at last a search was advised. which followed. towards finding Tony Lloyd. Days passed. and he was not heard from, and parties went away down the creek in search of s oPay Sesn 9 pe of wood was investigated and the banks and thickets closely watched. but the body could not be found. As persistent search was given up as lost-drowned and washed away. His home, which had al- ways borne lonesome look, because no Lloyd, now stood with mysterious. lone some air. The doors were fastened with chains and padlocks, and the windows nailed down.
 Lucy was not the same girl now She went to none of the social settlement gatherines. and often stood on the back porch looking sadly at tho old house and ont towards the creek Pilfer Creek winds around. and. finally empties into Cumber- land River, Several weeks later. the half wasted body of a man was found on a sand-bar a few miles down the Cumber- land. Badly decomposed. 1t was buried at once, without being recognized, in a little graveyard at nearby church. Lucy went there and on that new grave ten derly strowed wild roses and planted on It fragrant honey-suckle.
 Two years and moro. have gone since the above story was written. The church women in a small Arkansas village are bustling around decorating the village church, and preparing reception for their pastor, who will return from an- other State with a bride, on the evening train. The pastor. l will add is Rev. Tony Lloyd, who came into that village a year or two ago. Lucy is his bride. oF oPPosITEs." by H. s. canheid.