St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1903-06-20

don't want nobody to give" she
began, when the woman reached out
and touched her on the arm.
''Sit down, my DEAR" she smiled
pleasantly; 'syou are my guest, you
know. Ii I should go up to your
home on the mountain wouldn't you
let me have chair to sit on2'
.'Of co'se; but"
s'That is all / am doing now. The
chair is temporarily mine, and it is
unoccupied. I am glad to have you
make use of it,
The girl remained standing for a
few seconds, then sank down doubt
fully upon the chair, and soon after
turned to the window. A rugged,
pine-wooded slope was sweeping by
and on it were small clearings and
cabins, and blue smoke losing itself
in the clouds; but it was not her
slope and cabins and smoke, and
presently her gaze came back mistily
into the car. The woman was gaz-
ing out at the slope, also, for it was
wild and good to look upon. Then
in the reflection on the window glass
she saw the girls hand go to the
bosom of her dress and draw out a
small tintype such as were made by
cheap, wandering photographers.
The woman at first saw without OBJ
serving; then realizing what she was
doing she suddenly turned her chair
so as to shut out the reflection, but
not before she saw the tintype raised
passionately to the girls lips, 1t was
only when she heard a low sob, in
stantly checked, that she swung
her chair back again, sharply.
"My DEAR" she said, and there was
an odd little catch in her voice, ''have
you quarreled?"
The girl started, her eyes opening
wide. "Y-yes," she hesitated, "but
how'd We know?"
"Oh, women have a way Of divin-
ing such things, perhaps. Is he
nice?"
The sunbonnet was pushed back
suddenly, the eyes were shining.
'Nice2" Herk nice?" The girl
drew a long, ecstatic breath which
ended in a sob. Hes the best man
on the whole mount'n, the strongest
an best lookin' an best workin'."
And you quarreled?" There was a
low, retrospective note of sadness in
the woman's voice, which she did not
appear to realize herself. GUAR
reled," she repeated; twas Herk to
blame-altogether?"
"N-no, not ALL" confessed the girl,
frankly. IL started it. But
Herk's strong man, an ought to
give i'm
''Afen are sometimes stubborn,
even when their hearts are breaking.
1t is the woman who should give in,
especially if she is little in the
wrong. Love means so much more
to her, and-and it is so easy for
ones life to be ruined. You must go
back and make it up with Herk,
dear"
Il can't" shortly.
would you like to go through all
your life without seeing or hearing
from him, just living for yourself9"
But I wouldn't" with sudden
alarm in her voice. "Herk's plumb
sure to come an look for me arter
WHILE" She half rose as She train
began to slacken speed, her face
flushing. Hits Brant's Bridge"
she explained; "scven miles from
our place, an where Armed my 90
cents sellin' calamus roots. Herk
bought my ring here, too. ON, yes,
he's plumb sure to come fer me-
Perhaps" the strained lips were
forcing themselves to say; "but don't
wreck your life on such chance, my
dear. That's right" as the girl rose
with sudden resolution in her face;
''go back and. explain to him. If he
is good man-as think he is-he
will understand and meet you half
way. And you must allow me to adj
vance you the fare back--you can
repay me some time, you know. 1
am glad for you, dear. / once knew
of a quarrel like this, and there was
no making up. The man went across
the sea and never came lack. He
never will come She stopped alb
ruptly, her lips parted, her eyes
wide. Her brother was approaching
from the other end of the car, and
behind him, crowding by him, was
tall, eager man, whose face was
glowing, whose arms were OUT
stretched toward her. As ia dream
she felt the girl grasp her hand and
kiss it, and heard broken, joyful,
"Good-by. Nom, I can't take yo'
money. Hits only seven miles, an I
can walk hit easy. Good-ay. Hits
the fust time I was ever in a train,
an I won't never forgit We" Then
the girl was gone and then--the man
was beside her.
facetious remark to his wife that they