The watchman and southron. [volume] (Sumter, S.C.) 1881-1930, 1905-09-20
Please don't do that" he onsaDercd.

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PLEASE don't do that" he 0nsacerc6.
the crowd surge against him as it
would. No one should touch her in
rough carelessness.
Thank you. It was rather trying in
there" she said and looked up into his
eyes with a divine gratitude.
"Please don't do that" he answered
in low voice.
"Do what?'
Look like that"
She not only looked Ike that but
more so. Young man, young man..
she said, 81 fear you're wishful Of turn
ing girls head
The fhrong was thick around them.
garrulous and noisy, but they two were
more richly alone together, to his appre-
citation. than if they stood on some far
satellite Of Mars. BE was not to for
get that moment, and he kept the pic
ture of her. as she leaned against the
big blue tent pole there, in his heart;
the clear, gray eyes lifted to his. the
piuuant face with the delicate flush
stealing back to her cheeks and the
brave little figure that had run so
straight to him out Of the night shad-
ows. There was something about her
and in the moment that suddenly
touched him with saddening sweet
ness too keen to be borne. The forget
me-not finger Of the flying hour that
could not come again was laid on his
soul. and be felt the tears start from
his heart on their journey to his eyes
He knew that be should always remem-
Der that moment She knew it too.
She put her hand to her cheek and
turned away from him little tremu-
lousy. Both were silent.
They had beer together since early
morning. Plattville was proud OF him.
Many a friendly glance from the folk
who jostled about them favored his
suit and wished both Of them we'll, and
many lips. opening to speak to Hark-
less in passing, closed when their own
ers. more tactful than Mr.. Bardlock.
looked second time.
Old Tom Martin, still perched alone
on his high seat, saw them standing by
the tent pole and watched them from
under his dusty hat brim. Il reckon
| it's ben three or four thousand years
sence | was young" he sighed to him
self. Then, pushing his hat still farther
down over his eyes. Il don't believe Ia
ort to rightly look on al that He
sighed again as he rose and gently
spoke the name of his dead wife: Mar
lie. | reckon you're mighty tired wait
in for me. It's ben lonesome some
tines
DO YOU see that tall old man up
there" said Helen, noddinG her head
toward Marti;i Il think | should like
to know him. I'm sure like him.
That is old Tom Martin
y knew
Il was sorry and ashamed about ali
that conspicuousness and shouting. Ii
must have been very unpleasant fol
YOU. 1t must have been SO for a stran-
ger. Please try to forgive me for lel-
ting YOU IN for it.
But | liked it. 1t was all in TIE
family. and it was so jolly and good
natured, and that dear old man was SO
bright. Do YOU know" she went on III
a low voice, Il don't believe En- so
much a s,~aneer--I think love AZ
these people a great Geal-in spite OF
Eavne knowa ;ilenl OIL: two days.
At that :: vie! exhiiarl:ioA possessed
him. lie Wanted to shake hands with
every soul in the tent. to tell them all
that he loved them with his whole
heart: but What was vastly more in
portant she loved them Il great dea !
in spite of having known them only
two days.
He made the horses prance on the
homeward drive. and once. when she
told him that she had read u good many
of Ills politica! columns in the Herald.
he ran them into Il fence. After this
it occurred to him that they were near
ing their destination and had come 1t
perversely sharp gait. so he held the
roans down to snail's pace Of it be
true that snail's natural gait is not Il
trot for the rest of the way, and they