Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1905-09-04

wor" KID gloves His silk hat WAS on
the floor at the end of the pew. aad
across its TOP lay his gold headed cane.
upon which Was engraved i. respectful
, tribute from his regiment. Indeed. the
| Cranston family haG !, decided air of
/ the old regime about them and il was
/ III the more noticeable because Of the
| few families of quite their own ra"k
E; at Darlev Lydia, tall. graceful anG
| fair, was really pretty girl and. wha
WAS better, she WAS very well Informed
Mrs. II gan bad often remarked that
i nearly all the young men and those Of
! the best Darley blcod too-were actual
' ~ afraid of The Virginia girl! and. while
site thought it most peculiar and de
plored the condition of things. she at
tributeu the low born George BuckleyS
standing in Lydias estimation to the
fact that he could talk TO her about
books an tie like an had the n"tu
raj cheek of his class
| The central aisle was carpeted. and
George stepped softly to one of the
seats in the rear and sat down. He
was glad that his arrival was noted
only by few The young minister
would have been conspicuous in lar
ger place than Darley. He was six
feet four In height. very dark and re-
markably slight: his eyes were dark
blue. his fe: :tures sharp, and he wore
lis black bair long and was clean
shaven
When lEe service was over George
stood and waited for Mrs. Hillyer, wilo
WAS coming toward him. in her stiff
black silk, with welcoming smile.
Glad TO see you out, young man.
she said IS sne Joined him. That
was "A ip-you- up The back payup-or.
gi;-out sort OF IL sermon. wasn't it:
You n MI Hllyer d better pass
around vorc had accounts tomorrow.
an maybe you'll git the benefit of it
seed old Peter Cashel duclin his
| head time or two.
GEORGE snnied because she did. more
1hHn a; what she Was saying. for the.
Craitstons We're passing. The major
and his wife bowed with their us.;a
cold dignity. but Lydia gave him one
of her sweetest smiles. 10 YOU feel
hi:" she laughed, referring to the
preachers talk.
Not eAactIy,' he replied. coloring in
spite Of himself; but it was strong
wasn't IL
You BET he wasn't hi. Miss Lydia,
srokn uI1 Mrs Hillyer. ri every body
pa ii tier debts like this Young man
to say nctiIin' OF the debts Of otlcf
folks Brother N:;yhew d be out
Some'n to preach about
"Oh. know that. Mrs. Hillyer.
LYDIA said. With a laugh, and she went
on to her father. who was looking biies,
and frowning impatiently.
Outside the church, George and Mrs
Hillycr walked hoNcWard together
Size was in d laxative mood, as uSjlaE
"l aint any O ny business, George
Buckley" she said but when it come
to KNOWN how to treat women folks
YOU take TIE rag off the bush. was
tickled back }har You treated that
gal Jest right-jest right, to gnat :
heel
"Why. what d" yon mean. Mrs. HID
yer1" asked George quite ut sea as t
her meaning.
.WclI. cf YOU don't know what
mean let il alone I've often woNGcreJ
What uAkps the VIC men take to YOU so
AN I've :tho5't cs"rlE,nd rs b"ta s
;h,v ,.ayll't - n,er YOU ""il@h sh"'
! NV Lord. Gra".v Ij,ck!ey. this is ~
er. an ac.-l.a's y 3! .rit. so dr;tt-
fuSt t.tle | ever Strd !0n two t2Stt6-
ted mech Hhou lle Hi.,h st"ndm o,
! the Cranstons 1i,:'l | almost lowed
Won WAS a UIt.mb tool to be &oln thar,
but Well. / may never hno" when d
hen will take notion to set but eff
y0u keep on actin with Lydia Gran
sion like YOU did back thar in mcetin'
you kin simply wrap her around yore
little finger. She may hold out a long
time. but she'll throw up the sponge IN
the end. All the kings hosses cayn t
pull woman away from man she
respects an is sorry fer at the same
time. an Of I'm any judge-but | reck'
on talk too much.
"Oh, Mrs. Hillyer, you are surely
You Know" the little woman ran
on Il was a-Settln jest TWO DencneS
behind EN-. an when you come in |
seed 'er switch 'er head little to one
side an see you. an then she looked
straight in front of 'er jest rs eff noth-
in had happened. But somen' had
happened to her face fer | seed 1t
change A woman kin fool man as
easy rs bIiH.!:h' a chicken on the roost
with torch, but she caynt fool an
other woman That's why they hate
one anotLcr like snakes. Thar she
comes now!
The transton carriage was pass.h
If W;S an old fashioned victoria, dfiN.
en- l., stee& l"e;,in@ ncGr" on III"
front seat. The occupants did not turn
their heads,
II woade" how they got on to that:
| ,.,l- o3 Mrs. IEi1lyar with SniUgpr