The Tupelo journal., 1903-06-26

they were undoubtedly the TWO most
attractive and the best looking.
Say, Frivolle; this is getting mo-
notonous. Aren't you tired of this
sort of life? l am. / like variety,
and a few shindies. You remember
that row in the French market, when
that handsome fellow stabbed the
girl who vas selling flowers? And
the time the mad dog "a down Old
How everybody shrieked and ran!
1t was rare fun. And the time when
the big Norman horse, pulling the
brewery wagon, a over the child
with the golden hair? Oh, it's loads
of fun on the levee. Here in this
stupid garden it's deadly! Nothing
ever happens. People stroll in and
out, and foolish children roll hoops
and scamper around.
There's that old tramp again. I'm
sick of him. All, there's the pretty
girl. She's the only interesting thing
| around here"
"Oh, no she isn't" Frivolle an
swered, gayly, perching up by Dicks
side.
THAT good-looking, clever young
fellow, the law student who lives
across the street, and studies half
the night, he's much more fascinat-
ing than the girl is. He's got twice
her brains, and even if he is wild
sometimes he has SO much snap and
go one has to like him. He'd make
a mummy laugh"
Eyes, he isn't a bad fellow" Bob
said, cooking his head sideways to
look at the young man who was
stridipg down the broad gravel walk,
whistling softly, his laughing, keen
gray eyes fixed intently on the slen-
der young girl. sitting on a bench,
shaded by tall rustling leaves of a
clump of banana trees.
She wore a big straw hat and her
fingers were busy working bright red
roses on a bit of cloth.
Lets watch them, Dick. It's too
funny to see how fond they are of
each other. Or rather she is of him.
He's only amusing himself" Frivolle
said, swinging up and down with gay
energy.
"Shows what a fool she is. I told
you he had ten times her gumption,"
Dick remarked, eying them closely.
"How fully Industrious you are.
Can't you waste some little time this
exquisite spring evening? Do put up
your work." Stanley Feversham said,
gently pulling it away from her,
thrusting it in a small work basket,
and taking her hands in his.
The young girl looked up with a
laugh, a dimple showing, and dazzling
little teeth and a lovely face, lit up
shyly by two soft hazel eyes.
But neither Dick nor Frivolle could
hear what she said, because he stood
in front of her and laughed gayly.
Sitting down, he leaned his arm on.
the back of the bench, took his hat
off, to let the river breeze blow free
ly over a broad white forehead and
ruf1e the dark hair, out of which
he tried hard to keep the curl by
diligent brushing, but which insist
ed on coming back on the slightest
provocation.
"She's pretty as girls. go. But look
at him for a beauty. He's going to
be a great man some day. He has
eyes like a good-natured eagle" Fri
volle remarked. "And what's more,
he is bored to death by this hum
drum existence, same as we are.
He'll kick over the traces soon, see ii
he don't" Dick answered, watching
with a critical eye the animated con-
versation going on between Stanley
Feversham and Claire, the sweet
faced girl, who supported herself
and her mother by the sale of won
derful roses, and other flowers, she
knew so well how to work.
"She's a big fool not to do what
he asks her." Frivolle remarked, with
a gay twitter.
There's the Cathedral, and Pere
Joslyn lives right across the way, and
if she wants to keep him by her side,
she better marry him now. It's just
like a silly girl to want to wait and
put things off. That's the reason men
and women have so much trouble.
They are always standing in each 9TH
er's way, and in their WI light. They
don't know how to be happy"
Dick yawned and chirped, and fiut-
tered about, and looked longingly at
some cotton floats, going down old
Levee street, and one piled with bags
of rice, from which bright yellow
grains fell on the rough stone pave
ment as it numbered heavily by.
A gang of street boys ran noisily, GO
ing down on the wharves to fish in the
river. One of them threw a broken
piece of glass among the sparrows.
Dick laughed. "Say, Frivolle, sup
pose you and l cut this, and run away
he urged. "There goes hat blessed
organ again. Mendelssohp or Bach,
I suppose. I'm so burned tired of
hear it again. Give me a hand organ,
and ragtime tunes. That's the stuff,
l say. You remember that black-eyed
S%icilian boy, Carlo Visanti? He had
an organ for your life! Bet you any
thing he's playing right this minute
in the alley opening on old Levee
street, where the sailors gather and
play cards and dice.
Lord, they have fun down there!
It's not like this respectable, stupid
place, where everybody behaves, and
the organ is everlastingly rolling out