The watchman and southron. [volume] (Sumter, S.C.) 1881-1930, 1905-09-06

was oil in the county, and l want to
prove it for everybody's benefit Is it
all right?"
"My dear fellow" laughed the young
man. shaking the gamblers hand again.
.it is all right. l have always been
sorry 1 had to act against you. Every
thing is all right. Stay and bore to
Korea, if you like. Did ever you see
such glorious weather.?
'Ill let you in on some shares Watts
called after him as he turned away.
The other nodded in reply and was
leaving the room when Cynthia detain-
ed him by flourish of her fly brush.
| Say she said-she always called him
"Say"--''you've forgot yer flower
He came back and thanked her. ."Wlll
you pin it on for me, Charmion?"
81 don't know what call you got to
speak to me out of my name" she re-
sponded, looking at the floor moodily.
"Why?" he asked, surprised.
81 don't see why you want to make
fun of me-"
"I beg your pardon. Cynthia" he said
| grayely. 'sI didn't mean to do that
| haven't been considerate. didn't think
you'd be displeased. I'm very sorry.
Won't you pin it on my coat?'
Her face was lifted in grateful pleas
| ure, and she began to pin the rose to his
lapel. Her hands wereolarge and red
and trembled. She dropped the flower
and. saying huskily. 81 don't know as
could do it right" seized violently upon
| q nile of dishes and hurried from the
| room.
Harkless rescued the rose, pinned 1t
on his coat himself. with the internal
| observation that the red haired wait
ress was the queerest creature in the
village, and set forth upon his holiday.
Mr.. Lige Willetts, stalwart bach
elor. the most eligible in Carlow, and
habitual deyotee Of Minnie Briscoe.
was seated on the veranda when Hark-
less turned in at the gate Of the brick
house. s'The ladies' will be down right
off, he said, greeting the editors cool
fnery with perceptible agitation and
| the editor himself with friendly shake
of the hand. 'sMildy says to wait out
here"
There was a faint rustling within the
| house. the swish Of draperies on the
stairs, delicious whispering, when
light feet descend, tapping, to hearts
that beat an answer, the telegraphic
message: 1--WE come! We come! We
are near! We are nearw Lige Will
| let's stared at Harkless. he had never
thought the latter was good looking un-
| til he saw him step to the door to take
Helen Sherwood's hand and say, in
strange, low, tense voice, "Good morn
| ing" as if he were announcing, at the
least: every one in the world, except
us two, died last night. 1t is solemn
thing, but I am very happy"
| They walked, Minnie and Mr.. Will
let's, little distance in front Of the
others. Harkless could not have told
afterward whether they rode or walked
or foated on an airship to the court
house. All he knew distinctly was
that divinity in pink shirt waist
and a hat that was woven Of gauzy
| cloud by mocking fairies to make him
stoop hideously to see under 1t dwelt
for the time on earth and was at his
side. dazzling him in the morning SUI
shine. Last night the moon had lent
her silvery glamour. She had some
<h;,~ of %bo ofborooJ UhjtaroSS of
| night dews in that watery light, a
nymph to laugh from a sparkling foun-
tain at the moon. or, as he thought, re-
! membering her courtesy for his pretty
/ speech, perhaps little lady Of King
Louis court wandering down the years
from Fontainebleau and appearing to
clumsy mortals sometimes Of a summer
night when the moon was N their
| heads.
But today she was of the daintiess
color, pretty girl whose gray eyes
| twinkled to his in gay companionship
| Ee marked how the sunshine danced
| across the shadows of her fair hair
and seemed itself to catch luster
4 TGluef l1idll lu1pdEC IL, duc luS light Va
the June day drifted through the gauzy
hat to her face, touching it with deli
cate and tender flush that came and
went like the vibrating pink of early
dawn. She had the divinest straigh:
nose, tip tilted faint, alluring triae
and a dimple cleft her chin, "the dead
| lest maelstrom in the world He
thrilled through and through. He had
been only vaguely conscious Of the
dimple in the night. 1t was not until
he saw her by daylight that he really
knew it was there.
The village hummed with life before
them. They walked through simmer
ing airs. sweeter to breathe than nectar
is to drink She caught a butterfly
basking on jimson weed, and before
she let it go held it out to him in her
hand. 1t was a white butterfly. BE
asked which was the butterfly.
Bravo she said, tossing the captive
craft above their heads and watching