Mower County transcript., 1904-11-30

en- nd rather have doubts about man
an to know positive that he's a angel
in pants Hortense Is that away, an
what I'm workin' on her right now
might be called the 'hold-in' plan"
1.-The 'hold-in' plan?" George echoed
wonderingly.
"Yes, the 'hold-in'," answered Ken
ner. You gee, eff 1 was to tell her
right out that my past record was as
black as stack of black cats she'd not
believe 1t, but when she comes right
at me an accuses me o all manner o.
devilment I simply hold in or change
the subject. A man cayn't never make
a woman believe he's bad by tellin' her
he is, any moren he kin make 'er be-
lieve he's good by the same process
The 'hold-in' racket fills the bill exact
ly. A woman is sech mystery herself
that she likes what she don't under
stand. Thar, I see Hortense on the
veranda! George, she's daisy, eff I
do say it. She's jest the woman I've
always wanted. I Joke lots, but
that's the truth, my boy"
CHAPTER XXEI.
IT T was the first of May, and the
annual reunion OF the Confed-
crate veterans was being held
~ in Atlanta. It was the gala
week of the year. Every town and
city in the south sent It's official repre-
sentatives and its maids of honor.
hD oil ,1,C3 no ,+~
thronged with an incongruous multi
tude wearing badges Of ribbon. South
ern generals and their wives and daugh-
ters were holding gay receptions. Ev-
erybody was welcome; hands were ex-
tended to people from the north as we'll
as from the south. Shouts filed the
air when the carriage of an ex-Confed-
crate officer passed through the streets.
The bands played Dixie" Men.
SCARED and MANNED, stood on the street
corners and in the bars and hotels and
told war stories and sang the praises
of Robert E. Lee and Stonewall Jack
son. All was mirth and good feeling.
From the public buildings, the clubs,
hotels and carriages foated the Amer
lean flag. 1t hung everywhere, but it
was never applauded and yet never
Kissed. 1t was beautiful to look upon
and stood for peace, patriotism and
prosperity. The southerners would
have admitted this, and yet there was
another beauty dearer to their weary
memory-a beauty for which they had
fought grimly and lost.
Mrs. Cranston, Lydia and Kitty Co.'S
by were visiting the Dunleighs, Vir-
ginia family who lived in one of the
best houses in Peachtree street. George
Buckley was in the city, but he had
gone only to attend to the work of in
specting the books Of a broker who
handled considerable grain and cotton
for the barley house.
The broker, MIR. Harry Stone, was
young man Of high social standing in
Atlanta, and he had formed a strong
friendship for George and extended the
hospitality Of the best club in the place
to him and offered to introduce him
to his friends, but George refrained
from accepting. He was too fine
man to feel at ease in general society
so early after his fathers disgrace, and
Stone understood this and did not press
those things upon him.
II see you've got some stunning girls
up your way" Stone remarked as
George sat at desk in the corner Of
the room checking up the books.
ATS reported down here that our gov
ernor runs up that way every chance
he gets" y. 5.~e y. ~z
"Yes, they are all right" Buckley an
swered briefly .5sl
"she's a Miss Cranston. undcr-