The Savannah morning news., 1903-02-08

softly tickling the bachelors ear with
the feathers of an arrOW-shaft, Whls-
pers: Pretty nice isn't it, en- Rather
pleasant to have that girl sitting there,
don't you think? Enjoy having her no
tice your butter-plate was empty?
Think it exhilarating to hand her those
rolls? Looks nice doesn't she? Says
Thank you rather prettily? Makes
your lonely breakfast seem mighty
dull, doesn't it How would you like
to have her pour your coffee for YOU
tomorrow, my boy2 How would II
seem to have such pleasant company
all the rest of your ffe? Pretty cheer
full, ell p"
When Miss Sherwood passed the edi-
tor the apple butter, the casual, mat
ter-of-cOurse way she did it entranced
him in a strange, exquisite wonder
ment. He did not set the dish down
when she put it in his hand, but held
it straight out before him, just looking
al it. until Mr.. Willets had a danger
Gus choking fit, for which Minnie was
very proud of Lige; no one could have
suspected that it was the veil of laugh
ter When Helen told John he really
must squeeze a lemon into his iced tea,
he felt that his one need in life was
to catch her up in his arms and run
away with her, not anywhere in par
ticular, but just run and run and run
away.
After dinner they went out to the
veranda and the gentlemen smoked.
The judge set his chair down on the
ground, tilted back in it with his feet
on the steps, and blew a wavery domed
city up in the air. He called ii solid
comfort. He liked to sit out from UNI
der the porch roof, he said he wanted
to see more of the sky. The others
moved their chairs down to join him in
NsaI wgr.s, l.
across the heaven a feathery, thin
cloud or two, but save for these there
was nothing but glorious and tender,
brilliant blue. 1t seemed so clear and
close one marvelled the little church
spire in the distance did not pierce it;
yet, at the same time, the eye ascend
ed miles and miles into warm, SHIN
mering ether. Far away two buzzards
swung slowly at anchor, halfway to
the sun.
d" oh, bright, translucent, cerulean hue
Let my wide wings drift on in you"
said HAIRLESS, pointing them out to
Helen.
you seem to get a good deal of fun
out of this kind of weather." observed
Lige, as he wiped his brow and shift
ed his chair out of the sun.
II expect you don't get such skies as
this up in Rouen," said the judge, look
ing at the girl from between half
closed eyelids.
IT'S the same Indiana sky, 1 think"
she answered.
II guess maybe in the city you don't
see as much of 1t, or think as much
about it, Yes, they're the Indiana
skies" the old man went on.
g" Skies as blue
AS the eyes of children when they
smile at you
There aren't any others anywhere
that ever seemed much like them to
me. They've been company for me all
my life. ! don't think there are any
as sociable, They were always So"
He sighed gently, and Miss Sherwood
fancied his wife must have found the
Indiana skies as lovely as he had, in
the days of long ago. Seems to me
they are the softest and bluest and
kindest in the world"
II think they are" said Helen, land
they are more beautiful than the Ital-
ian skies though l doubt if many of
us Hoosiers realize it; and-certainly
no one else does"
The old man leaned over and patted
her hand. HAIRLESS gasped. "'Us
Hoosiers! chuckled the Judge
You're a great Hoosier, young lady!
How much of your life have you spent
in the state? us HOosiers!' "
But I'm going to be a good one"
she answered, airly, land if I'm good
enough, when l grow up maybe I'll
be a great one"
The blackboard had been brought
around, and the four young people
climbed in, HAIRLESS driving. Before
they started, the judge, standing on the
horse block in front of the gate, leaned
over and patted Miss Sherwood's hand
again. Harkless gathered up the reins.
You'll make a great Hoosier all
right" said the old man, beaming upon
the girl. You needn't worry about
that l guess, my dear"
When he said my dear" Harkless
spoke to the horses.
Wait" said the judge, still holding
the girls hand. You'll make a great
Hoosier. some day; don't fret. You're
already very beautiful one Then
he bent his white head and kissed her
calamity. John said: Good afternoon,
Judge" the whip cracked like a pistol
shot and the blackboard dashed off in
a cloud of dust.
Every once in a while, Harkless,"
the old fellow called after them, you
must remember to look at the team
The enormous white tent was filled
with a lazy yellow light, the warm,
dusty, mellow light that thrills the re-
ioiCing heart because it is found no.
where in the world except in the tents
of circus-the canVas-filtered sun
shine and sawdust atmosphere of show
day. Through the entrance the crowd
poured steadily, coming from the alb
sorptions of the wild-animal tent to
feast upon greater wonders; passing
around the sawdust ellipse that con-
tanned two soul-cloying rings, to find
seats whence they might behold the
splendors so soon to be unfolded. Every
one who was not buying the eternal
lemonade was eating something; and
the faces of children shone with gour-
mand rapture; indeed, very often the
eyes of them were all you saw, half
closed in palate-gloating over a huge
apple. or a bulky oblong or popcorn.
partly unwrapped from it's blue tissue
paper cover; or else 1t might be a lus-
cious pink crescent of watermelon that
left its ravisher stained and dripping
to the brow.
Here, as in the morning, the hawkers