The Tupelo journal., 1903-05-01

SNHu DOln OF the VOWS, my DARING,
Were made of the same moonshine.'
CINGING the words with careless
~ energy. the girl flung open the
binds of her study and found herself
facing the maj who had moved into the
next house overnight. -
Shut up" he snarled, not expect
ing her to hear. SIT ~
i won't" she replied, hearing, and
finished her song. The words were
Henry R~ightor's. but the tune. if such
1t might be called. was all her own.
For she sang because her heart was
light, and not because her voice was
good. Had it been the other way about
she would not have sung. As it was,
she worked her win with Rightor's
rhythm and did some damage toit.
The man in the next house frowned
hercely. Broken VOWS had been a sore
subject with him for IA week-ever
since he had walked to the fact that his
name was on the wrong mans paper.
An error that had cost him a cool
$4,000.
And both of the vows. my darling,
Were made of the same moonshine.'"
Not at ALL" he commented grimly,
zone of the vows was made of paper"
The girl, busting her study and max
ing ready for the days work, sang on
wilfully to the last verse:
But twas sweet in the old soft weather,
When Creole skies were blue,
IT, u vo ond ~ lor,rb +orntha,
And love as We used 20 do"
And that knave of an agent had
vowed that the occupants of the next
house were quiet. studious. "Another
m~oonshine vow" But his frOwn had
lost its fierceness. and he looked after
the girl a little wistfully as she went
away for breakfast.
well. | do know the girl an
nounced as she peeled a pomegranate.
Il do know IL new neighbor is a
beast
Why So" they %chorused, the man
and woman already at table.
Leaned from his window and told
me to shut up"
The a tall. young and blond, took
the pomegranate from her hand and
peeled industriously.
Were you singing?" he asked.
you think that he was justified"
she demanded, laughing.
Why, of course, he was not speak
ing to you, Miriam,' her mother pro-
tested.
II do not know who he was speak
ing to. then. At any rate. | had the
satisfaction of telling him / wouldn't
do It,"
80 you are on speaking terms al
ready, and your study blinds hit his
when they are open. | predict trouble"
The young man divided the pomegran-
ate and gravely appropriated one half.
Trouble for the beast? Right, I'M
less he learns better Trouble
for you, unless you turn overthe other
half.
He hesitated a moment before trust
ing blindly to Mrs. Mixon's ignorance
of classical illusions.
You remember what the king of
hades said to Persephine about the
pomegranate?"
Il remember what he said about the
king-of-hades-like TO require one to
down such a dose. Imagine trying to
split one of these hard little things"
she added, refectively.
"Oh. | could do it," he assured her.
and by way of ILLUSTRATION, produced
his %penknife and split several seed
with neat deftness
VERY good" she commented care
lessly. and fell to discussing the latest
nine-day wonder with her mother.
What can have become of Charley.
he has been due ten days"
mfr. Alton is going west to look for
him. explained her mother.
"Are YOU"
Yes" said Mr.. Alton. He split an
other seed and pushed half of it across
to her. TRY biting that; it is not so
hard"
Miriam obeyed absently and MUNICH
ed the cloven seed apparently forget
full of its significance. "Have YOU
heard anything about Charley?" she
asked.
"As to where he is?" Alton parried.
Have you heard anything at alp"
she insisted.
Nothing of any consequence"
But Mrs. Nixon took up the theme.
"lf you nave heard anything at all. it
is our right to know
Certainly" he assented.
Don't be a beast" Miriam broke
out impatiently. Tell us just exactly
what you have heard. We are MOI given
to Mysteries
"But | don't know that what | have
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