Daily camera., 1901-10-04

Then why do you treat me like
this?"
"This?" faltered Nee; then looking
at him she suddenly flushed and with
tears springing hurried away.
Passing on, puzzled and distressed.
around clump Of hazel. he came
upon the pretty widow; she had
heard.
II am sorry" she said; "oh, I wish
I could help" Then, hesitatingly,
Perhaps it would be best to tell
you"
ITO tell me what?" sternly.
Joe is jealous of you; see?"
"Joe? Joel"
"You never guessed? Why, it is an
old affair, since school days and pima
fores."
"Joe!"
HE has been scoldlng the poor
child, suppose, and she is afraid to
be seen with you; or, perhaps" gen.
tly, "she doesn't want to hurt you"
joel"
II am so sorry" holding out a
plump, soft little hand, 80 sorry!"
But poor Barnes could only say
"Joe!" The idea, at first incredible
under the bits OF evidence that be
gan to come in. grew past doubt
BY the time he had reached home n
mountain Of proof was throbbing in
his brain. He called himself bat
and hourly accumulated misery
Treachery, deliberate falsehocd, never
occurred to him.
A perfect day dawned for the golf
play. Old shucks sat out on his door
stone and gave smiles and blessing
and smoked his pipe, while the ga!
groups came with their bundles and
greetings. The old man listened keen
ly with head bent. identifying step OF
voice and giving jolly comment or
Rrunt all to himself as they passed
on 10 their game.
"Dat ar stumble blong ter Marse
Joe; never could lift his feet, dat
boy"
"Marse Barnes? ain like hisself,
Mighty down in de mouf fer Aarse
Barnes"
"Dar's de lii widdsr. Um; step like
. cat. Um."
Miss Louise. bossin' de earth. La,
dom I know Miss Louise."
"En Miss Sue. trot,in' long b'hind.
totin' de left-overs."
"Whar's Miss Nae?" suddenly loud
er. "IsI gwine miss dat chile
whar's lii Miss Mae?"
Here. Unc' Shucks."
Somebody throwing bricks ut 20.
honey? You walk like yo' steppin' on
yo' heart"
"she is quite happy, shucks." said
Barnes voice beside them. but she is
afraid OF hurting some one II she
shows IT,"
shueks turned his sightless eyes
an1iously from one to the other.
DE truf bes'. chile; better hurt
'em den fash EN- What yo' happy
bout. honey?"
IL don't know" faltercd Nae.
I'm What she happy bout. Aarse
Darnes?"
"It il her secret-and Joe's."
The old man leaned eagerly TO catch
her reply. but Macs pretty head was
tilted iu indignant silence.
"Narse Barnes" turning broad
smile on him. IF yo' an Miss Nae
was 20 go ter de spring an fetch
me a drink I'd be mighty thankful:
dat would"
IT mus, speak TO you." Barnes said
ss the girl would have turned away
from him. Let me at least have
your forgiveness" So they went to-
eether down the pretty hill path. un-
der the elm and hawthorn and wind
ing through witch haze. to the old
spring.
I'm" grunted shucks. and filed
his pipe. the smile still broad on his
face.
Presently the pretty widow came to
him.
Have you seen," she began. anx-
iously. II mean heard. anything OF
Mr.. Barnes?"
"Marse Barnes gone on ter de
links" shamelessly, "wid> Miss Sue.
marin. Yes, marm."
But he shook his grizzled head as
she hurried away. Dat how de cat
Jump" he mumbled. "Um. Old
Shucks gwine feel pain in his con-
science bout dat falsifyin' an dat
barrel O. fne -four. um-uh-who dar? =?
Narse Joe? Yo' late at dc linka.
sar"
II am not going to the links. Unc'
Shucks. am hanging about with my
gun. Miss Mae is anxious about your
chickens; she says a screech owl gets
one every night"
dat he does, dat he does" indig-
nantly; "an' I makes no doubt he's
nappin' up one OBJ dem trees dis min
ute, dreamin' bout supper time. but"
sotto voce. "yo wastin' shot flrin' fer
Miss Mae. chile. yo' shorely is"
Joe, all unconscious Of this, went
peering keenly along the edge Of the
wood, and the old man listened. his
mind divided between chuckles for
the spring and conscience-stricken
9runts for the wood.
"Ah! here he is!" came triumphant
ly at last.
"Hit i'm fore he hol'er, Marse
Joel" Shucks advised. ea:erly. "De
amt no luck in his screech."
So Joe TOOK the owl silent and se-
cured happy fortune to the donation
party; at least that was the old mans
verdict, but he shook his head du-
biously when he considered Joe's
share of it.
"But de biggest sort er lpck." he
grunted. philospohica'lv. "'bleeged
ter end a9uasuns.S."-SRringaeld Re
SLEEPLESSNESS. You can't sleep ii
the stillest night, if your digestion i
bad. Take Hoods Sarsaparilla-i
Al. 90 oh nd h1s 40