Richmond daily palladium. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1876-1904, 1904-01-29
TWO AND A
PLUM TREE


with the full intention of gathering the
great purple damsons which weighted
its branches, but when finally they
stood in the long shadow which the
tree made in the afternoon sun dam
sons were the last things in the world
of which they thought.
Betty, scarlet to the roots of her cop
per colored hair, withdrew all censor
ship from her tongue and said things
which she would have Indignantly dis
claimed had any one repeated them to
her an hour later. Jerrold listened
silently, but in his eyes was a strange
look which she had never seen before.
When in the midst of the TRADE she
paused for breath. he had turned SUD
denly on his heel, and with a curt
''goodby' cast over his shoulder-mucb
as bone would be thrown to a stray
dog, Betty thought-he had yaulted the
low fence and gone wrathfully across
the pasture.
Betty watched him until clump of
scrub oak hid him from view. Then
she sat down with her back against
the trunk of the plum tree and thought
it all over. As she thought angry
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her cheeks and splashed impudently
on the hands clasped tightly in her lap.
She sat there until the shadow of the
tree had reached the fence, and the
breeze coming in from the water made
her SILVER She rose and turned her
face toward the scrub oaks behind
which he had disappeared.
you left rather abruptly. Mr.. Jer-
rold Nell she said between her white
teeth, ''and you may stay away as
long as you please You're hardly
worth crying over,'' she added as she
brushed away her tears.
Neil next morning sat on the veran-
da of the casino, sclemnly rolling and
smoking innumerable cigarettes, which
utterly failed to bring him the peace
of mind he sought. Catboats with
trim white sails were darling to and
fro in the bay, and each one suggested
| the joys of a morning sail with Betty.
/ But the memory of the parting at the
| plum tree was still strong within him.
| a wretched hour dragged past. and
/ he gave up his vain attempts to inter
est himself in the columns of the morn
ing paper. He flung away his ciga-
| rette and, getting to his feet, strolled
down the gravel path.
I'm fool" he unused. "and a brute.
needn't have left her in that fashion.
/ By GEORGE III go over to the plum
/ tree and get some of those damsons.
/ I'll send 'em up to her by Tom. She'll
understand"
/ Mr. Jerrold Neil strobe across the
fields whistling gay aria. He emerged
i from the clump of scrub oak in the
pasture and made straight for the
plum tree. As he spied the tree one
note Of the aria was prolonged into a
whistle of surprise. Against the base
of the tree was a stepladder, and
among the branches he caught mo-
mentary fash of white muslin. Then
he resumed the aria, quite as if this
delightful bit of information had not
been vouchsafed to him.
He took down the stepladder, folded
it up and calmly sat down on it. Some
thing suspiciously like a gasp of dis
may came from the branches above his
head, but to this he gave no heed.
With his chin in his palm he sat on
the stepladder and sighed ponderously
before he began to muse aloud.
"'Tis strange" said Mr.. Jerrold Neil
strange how the human heart will al
ways seek the scenes of it's affliction.
1t was here we quarreled"-another
sigh .sShe said-O Lord. what didn't
she say? If I'm all she made me out
she's well done with me''-sighs ad
libitum.
He drew out a pipe and filled and
lighted it. BY vigorous putting he
managed to send quite a respectable
cloud of smoke up among the branches.
A little choking cough rewarded his
efforts, and it was with difficulty that
he restrained a chuckle. Presently a
wee, small voice crept down from the
branches:
Mr. Neilv
Neil started violently
"Ah," he said, my trouble has
brought on hallucinationsl Methought
1 heard my own name. Twas Betty's
voice, but far too small and weak
MIR. Neilr' This time the voice was
loud and clear.
There it goes again!" cried Neil.
surely Betty's, yet she always called
me Jerry, with such pretty accent"
Jerry, you-you wretch!' came the
voice, accented to the queens taste.
"Ohor' said Neil. $50 it's really you,
eh?"
''Yes-no. Don't look up. Jerry,
please put the ladder against the tree,
then walk across the pasture, and don't
look back
Don't look up, don't look back said
he mockingly. Suppose l comply.
What do / get for it?''
what do you want, you haggler"
"a half hours talk under the tree"
"You-you've got me cornered,' she