The Brandon news. (Brandon, Miss.) 1892-1961, 1904-12-08
perhaps I'd better take the sun,

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She did not answer at once; then
IF you wish it," she replied nonchal
entity, though it's Of no consequence.
took the sunshade and waited
Chloe's two feet were now on the low
est bar. She peered over. The still,
let down beyond in big drop, into ,
kind of hollow or sditch.
"Oh!' said she. Il didn't"
was still waiting.
II wish you'd go on and not stare ii
that atrocious way" said she, with as
perity.
| begged pardon, vaulted the stilt
| with one hand and strolled on. Pres
emily looked back. Miss Bohun was
seated astride the top bar, clinginf
with both hands to it. Her face was
deeply flushed.
do go on" she called out, vehem
emily. ] went OH leisurely. But, some
how, could not make up my mind tc
walk briskly. She did not join me. sc
l flung myself on the grass and pulled
out cigarette. Then l heard my
name called in a distressful voice.
stood up and looked around. Miss Bo-
hun was stride the top bar and she
was pinker than ever.
'Please come-don't be so unkind!'
she cried, with tears in her voice.
hurried back like the wind.
"Oh, just give me your hand.' pant
cd Chloe, nervously lifting one from
the bar 81 can't-it's such a long
drop. I can't get my"
wait a bit" said 7, considering.
You're half way over now. You've
only got to lift that foot off the bar
and"
81 shall go over. 1 know I shall so
over" she said, pathetically.
mo, you WON'T" said I. ut only re-
quires confidence. Imagine you're On
horse, and"
'But I don't ride horse this way"
said Chloe, miserably.
NO" said I, "but men do; and wo-
men are just as good AS
Its cruel Of you-it's beastly, when
I'm in such peril"' sobbed Miss Bohun.
She clutched wildly for me with the
trembling hand she had disengaged. I
seized it and her.
"Now, just lift that foot" 1 enjoined.
Chloes weight lay limp on my Shout
der.
Il can't get it free. tx stuck" she
said pitifully. l moveu closer, still
with my burden on my shoulder, and
loosed the dainty foot. "Now," l said.
She lifted it gingerly. Don't mind
your ankles" / said.
"Oh, but I am Her foot went
back. ''Shut your eyes, please" she
entreated. I shut my eyes. The next
instant the weight on me was doubled
and two arms went stranglingly
about my neck. AS l have explained,
The foothold descended into the hol-
low. 1 went down precipitately on my
head. l saw several corn fields and
two or three stiles; also more than one
Chloe. But 1 seemed content to be
there. Miss Bohun extricated herself
quickly.
"Oh, are you hurt? Oh, how dread
full of mer' she said. "Oh, please do
speak," a.
Il liked it," I said, "and Tn only
hurt in one place"
'I-you frightened me-" she said,
with serious little laugh. "I'm so
sorry. Is it your head:"
1 shook it and sat up. "No, luckily
1 was born thick headed
"Your-your knee:" she inquired
again, hesitatingly.
Certainly not my knee" replied.
Then" Chloe turned away. She
might have asked further questions,
but she didn't. She was busy smooth
ing her skirt. II can't think why they
make such horrible things" she said.
'Oh, but any woman can get over =
stile," I told her. She made no reply.
but turned right away. Please" I
called, won't you help me up:'
Miss Bohun turned back reluctant
~. / made 3 face OF raiD.
Its your ankle?" she said, with sud-
den anxiety. I WINGED and took her
hand, and then l was on my feet, with
that hand in mine.
"No, it's here" 1 said in lower
voice, laying my hand on my heart.
at was here long ago." I drew her
to me.
''Do you always do that to people
you help over Stiles" asked Chloe. be-
tween smile and {. sob.-H. 3. Mar
riott-Watson, in the Sketch.