The Union times. [volume] (Union, S.C.) 1894-1918, 1904-08-19

had driven up. The governor of th,
| sute was assisting two ladies to alight
All eyes were on the party of four Ms
I3they came In and moved unconcernedl,
10 the Cranston pew. Lydia and tho
guest or honor were walking together
| She was being admired, enyied
George Buckley bowed his head. -
red light from the fire touched
powerful neck and shoulders; he Ma
sinking into the deepest ooze of de,
Spair.
Mind you, Pm not sayin' one word
ngin the GAL Mrs. Buckley broke into
MS reflections abruptly. "In fact 7
like 'er. l can't tell you how much +,
no ike 'er Folks may swear thev
nate kings an queens beca'se thew
stand above 'em, but they'll feel hon
orea by the notice O. royal folks. That
i9ay be one reason 1 like Lydia Gram
Sson. l don't know, I'm, only human
Dat jest feel like she's of O different
order. Do you know the time Won in.
troduced me to 'er? Well, woman
knows woman, no matter how differ.
ent they've been raised, an | seed that
she was surprised toto see that was
- well, jest like l am, but | TUX n
strong likin' to 'er fer the way she
acted"
"The way she acted?" George Buck
ley Spoke under his breath, but the wo.
man heard.
Yes; l could tell she was doin' 'er
level best to make me feel easy, an It
made me like 'er. Then the next
time"--
The next timer" George was really
surprised Did you meet her again?"
MIS-. buckley was silent; her eyes had
rallen. She had said more than sbe
intended.
Did you say you met her again
mother-again?
Mrs. Buckley looked up resolutely. II
never intended to mention that" she
said, AN don't know as I ort TO now
hein, as 1t seems, she never told Won
abour it. But it was when she was
over at Shirley Springs last week. One
mornin' she come here to see me. an
George, as God is my judge, I never
spent happier hour in all my life. 7
DON'T know how it was, but she lest
had way O. maxim me feel good. IF
she ever thought she was better,n
common folks, nobody could "a told IT. |
was piecin' scrap quilt an she |
set down an set to work on it. never
seed the like. Her little, slim. white |
fingers jest moved like lightnn'. An
talk! She could think O. more cheer.
ful things to say than anybody I ever
seed. 1t was that way till nigh 10
an then she left. George-she kissed
mer'
,Sla ,1hucklsy was staring, an an, ugtaattbaHs gtattbsa.Hs
oScS. ----.- y
''She kissed you. mother? God bless
her" And he rose and put his arms
about the old womans neck. His eyes
were glistening.
Yes, she did twice, out at the gate.
never intended to tell you about that,
fer IL didn't think it was exactly the
sort O. thing toto make you take yore
mind oif'n 'er, but she did it, an to |
my dyln' day I'll always think we'll of |
'er an stand up fer 'er They may
make 'er marry that man or some |
other in Their circle, but fer about one |
hour me an her was on the level Gods |
been tryin' fer centuries to bring folks
up to. Yes; she may not be strong
enough to go her way with all them
ropes tied to 'er, but ef she's ever
mother she'll be a good un-with soul
an heart. | like 'er, George, an |
don't blame you fer acceptin' her
friendship. Eff 1 was man I would, |
ef that was all the crumb she ever
drapped my way. Loyin' a woman like |
that's Jest ambition, an ambitions
right an upllftin"
Mrs. Buckley was looking at her son,
but he had turned his face away. He
stood still, his features working, his |
strong breast heaving tumultuously.
1.-THE Truitts are a-havin' a world of |
trouble with Jeff." said Mrs. Buckley |
irrelevantly. Somebody set fire to |
Their barn last night. They managed |