The Montgomery advertiser., 1905-03-04
Our Daily $bcri Story

day with me-" he remarked. speaking as though 1t had but now occurred to him. He had the big hat in his hand.
 and was pushing back the damp hair from his forehead. Standing there. grave. quiet, waiting her commands.
 he was good to look upon. The girls eyes fell.
 Since you have nothing to do.'' she said coldly. you might as well--you | may, if you like--talk to me for awhile-tell me another story. It Is something to be acquiring copy, that least. And my stay is nearly at an end. go back to the city this day i week.
 She flashed a swift glance toward the farm hand. who had sat on the step at her feet evening after evening. and had told her stories of life--the real life concerning which she knew
 so little. He was looking at her, but | there was a moment of silence before
 he spoke. f,l sa
 "You'li be mighty glad to get back.
 reckon" he said gently Tt stan's to
 reason you've been pretty lonesome. | for the people out here ain't your kind. An people are boun, to live
 among their own kind. reckon, or
 they can't be happy--not in any way at all"
 | This simple statement of the Gospel | of Caste did not please the girl. who
 had been preaching it to herself with | bitter emphasis for some days. Her
 fingers clasped upon the arm of the
 invalid chair. and her pretty gray eyes
 darkened with pain.
 Have you a story to teli'' she ques-
 tioned. almost sharply; and the farm | hand sat down in his old place, his
 hands clasped about one knee. his seri-
 ous eyes on her face.
 I've been savin' up this one,' hc
 began quietly. T didn't know as l | could tell 1t at all but I reckon the l time has come. It's about a man I ! used to know-not one of my kinda I fellow that had lived amongst books and fine people. an such like You | wouldn't "a thought him an me would | "a got along together, bein' so dif'rent but he talked to me freer than he | ever did to anybody else, seems like: an I got to know him well. He used to go with me into the country, an there wasn't Twin thing-not lone-
 some bird. chirpin' down in the creek l bottom-not a little inseck hidin' un- l der leaf-that he didn't know an | love. an could spen' days with 'enl,
 studying how they lived, an all their l cute little ways" '' | AC 6hA CyCS WClS OA HIS ldCe l now, and he went on. a little more | hurriedly.
 He often talked to me--this man did-about love, an all 1t meant to a
 man. He had what might be called | queer ideas about love. He said that 1 when two people were out in the world their lives was so crusted over with what people expected of them, and what they owed to their kin, an to
 their name, an to their ancestors, that | they never could be quiet shore | whether they loved one another or not. |, He said man might think he was lovin' a girl. when al the time he was
 in love with her pretty manners,
 which she learned from somebody else, 1 or with the. shape of her nose or the | way she fixed her hair, an which wasn't her at all; an she was in love with his money, or with the position | he could give her, or with the way he
 made love. which wasn't him at all
 He said the only way either of 'em
 could be shore they was in love was for 'em both to be throwed clear ou. | of the road they'd been travelin' in, and see one another then, an be willin' to make sacrifces--"
 That is true!" She pondered. her