The Columbia herald. [volume] (Columbia, Tenn.) 18??-1935, 1905-02-10

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parlor to trke- on her wraps. Mrs.
Cranston Joined her Immediately.
81 was in the summer house and saw
you coming she said eagerly. II
thought I'd give Lydia a chance to
go upstairs. for I am crazy to hear
what you have to say. Well did you
meet the paragon
Miss Cosby rubbed her kid glove
down from her wrist toward the tips
of her slender fingers. "Meet him?-
by a large majority. assure you. We
walked right into his den. Your scheme
worked, Mrs Cranston. As soon as we
missed the major uptown I told Lydia
that you said he might be down at the
grain warehouse. and she ordered the
carriage there / have one thing to
ask you, Mrs. Cranston"-Kitty was
smiling-"what are the rates of boaN3
In this town.
"Rates of boardT' exclaimed Mrs.
Cranston. what on earth do you
want to know that for?"
'I'm going to pay my board while
I'm with YOU" said the girl, with mock
seriousness. az know you invited me
down here to help you out of your
mess, and | have washed my hands of
The whole business. Pm out of 1t from
now on-out. Do you understand"
"Oh, Kitty, do be serious-don't be
lilly"
"I'm out Of 1t. tell you" persisted
the girl, pulling ut the other glove II
won't work for anybody that don't tote
fair, Why didn't you tell me this
Buckley was a regular Apollo in a
business suit? Why, l never felt in
my life as I did with him. may be
romantic, cracked, soft or something.
but 1 simply stood and stared at him,
unable to say a thing that was SEN
sible. Besides, we were all upset-ex-
cited to death. and
"Excitedr' gasped Mrs. Cranston.
"Why, what aboutT
ooh, about that White Cap affair down
there last night. You never heard half
of it. The major limited that 1T was
only some drunken mountain rowdies.
personal friends of Mr.. Buckley's, when
1t waS-oh, only a little thing like
great, tall god of man standing in
door daring a mob Of fifty strong to
pass in after the man they were pursu-
ing! The man in the door with the re
volver and the blazing eyes was
George Buckley. and the little. dried
up man he was Offering his life for
was no relation to him and a man he
could not be congenial with"
kitty, You surprise me-" said Mrs.
Cranston
You'll be more than surprised be-
fore this thing is over with, If I'm any
judge of human nature" Kitty laugh
ed. why, Mrs. Cranston, you are bat
Ting with Niagara falls In a dugout
when you are trying to keep two peo-
pie like Lydia and that young man
from admiring each other, especially
Lydia or any real woman" She then
proceeded to describe minutely all that
had taken place in the Office. At times
her voice would clog and her eyes fill
TO overlooking. And the beauty of 1t
was" she ended. that the hero of it all
was mad enough to kick the people
who were sobbing out his praises"
Lydia heard all thatv said Mrs.
Cranston.
Eyes, she heard it all You have al
ways thought she was proud and
naughty and cold Huh! She melted
Ill over and ran out at the eyes. She
loesn't know she's in love with him.
She doesn't comprehend it any more
han baby cOmprehends life. He fol-
owed us outside to apologize--just
hink of that-apologize! He tried to
augh it off. l introduced myself
lad to. Lydia was acting as if she
we're in a dream. She was asking ques-
ions about the exact spot where he
ad stood, as reverently, Mrs. Gran
ton, as girl looking for the grave
a soldier lover. Then the father of
he rescued boy came out and went all
yer 1t again. I've been to plays that
loved me. but always, away down in ],
~ heart, lay the knowledge that 1t
'as only acting, but that this morning
'as the real thing. They say all the
'orld loves a lover. / was asked to
lwart thatpair, but when saw those
70 together-he with his great, hun
~, dreamy eyes that seemed full of
ernal suffering with love for her ac-
tally burning In their depths. and she
18th her sweet, wondering face-I-I
1t like an egg sucking dog! WANTED
put out my hands and draw their
eads together. Love is beautiful al
avs. 1t was like glimpse of heaven
lis morning. always considered
ydia strong woman. l admire her
ore now than ever. All along she
tssseen what there is in this man and
en trying to give him simple Justice"
Mrs. Cranston groaned aloud ana sac
'wn. covering her face with her hands.
reckon wen haveyto send her off,"
e said
Send her of? Where tot Send her
Mars, and she'll still see his eyes
I'd hear his voice and-af1d know she
IS wronged him for something he
MT help, Think of that! You know.
ter all, he can't help what his father
1. Huh! II man like that adored