The Columbia herald. [volume] (Columbia, Tenn.) 18??-1935, 1905-02-24

MOT aeord,s been sad about mdirytr
bett@tIt ,'em."
en- I'D rather have doubts about a ma
AN to know positive that he's a angC
in pants. Hortense is that away, al
what I'm workin'S on her right nov
might be called the 'hold-in' plan,p
1.-The 'hold-in'5 plan?" George echoe,
wonderingly. .a. H. s ~. .;.-
"Yes, the 'hoid-iH'5' answered Ken
ner. "You see, eff 1 was to tell he
right out that my past record was a
| black as stack Of black cats she'd no
believe. it.. but when she comes RICH
at me an accuses me O. all manner 0
devilment l simply hold in or change
IsfRe subject.i A man cayn,t never make
a woman believe he's bad by tellIn'-hel
he is, any more'n he kin make 'er be
lieve he's ;Sqod by fife shnse. process
The hold Sd Racket fits thesbifl. exact
ly. A'woman IS se6h 4 mystery herself
that she likes what she don't under;
stand Thar, | see Hortense on the
veranda! George she's d daisy, eff |
do say its = She's Jest the woman I've
always wanted. =. joke a lots, but
that's The truth, my boy"
a. ..e CHAPTER XVII,
EF7T'was the first of May, and the
f.anfiua1 Reunion of the CuiIfed.
TT crate veterans twas being held
t. IN Atlanta. 1t was tile gaia
week of the year, Every town, and
.city, il the south sent its official repre-
sentatives and its maids ~sofe honor
The hotels were cfowdedand, the.streets
thronged with an homogeneous multi
tude wearing sbadseS' of4qhh0nE $nuth-
ern generals and their wives and daugh-
tiers were holding gay receptions. Ev-
erybody was welcome; hands We're ex-
tended to people from the north as well
as from the south. = Shouts filed the
air when the carriageaofi aiRex -Confed
crate officer passed through the streets.
The bands. played .HDiXie," Men,
SCARED and niain2l stood endht street,
corners and in the Bars and hotels and
told war stories and sang the praises
of Robert e. Lee and StOnewall Jack
son"~-All was 4airth and good feeling.
FHofl3the public buildings the clubs.
hotels and carriages fioated the Amer
lean flag. 1t hung everywhere, but it
was never applauded and yet Meier
hissedr 1t was beautiful to look upon
and stood for peace. patriotism and
prosperity, /. The ..southerpcrs would
have admitted this, and yet there was
another beauty dearer to their weary
memory-a beauty for which they had
fought grizzly and lost. m
Mrs. Cranston, Lydia and Kitty Cos
by were visiting the Dunleighs, Vir-
ginia family who lived in one of the
best houses in Peachtree street. George
Buckley WIS in the city, but he had
gone only. to attend to the work. Of in
spectiu@ tie books of broker WHO
h ndled considerable grain and cotton
for the barley house. ,'',,-
The broker, Mr.. Harry Stone. was a
young man of high social standing in
and he had formed a strong |
friendship for George and extended the |
hospitality of the best club in the place
to- him and offered to introduce him
DO his friends, but George refrained |
from accepting. He was too fine a
man to feel at ease in general society |
so early after his fathers disgrace, and |
Stone understood this and did not press
those things upon him.
81 see you've got some stunning girls
up. your way" Stone remarked s
George sat, at a desk in the corner
he room Checking up the books. /
'rts reported. GOWN mere that our CIV
.rnor runs. up that way every .chal. e
''Yes. they are'afl'right,' Buckley an
wered briefly. 49, ,-N.n 7.~,.sf;
"slie's d Miss Cranston, I:'undcr,.
tqnd,"' TAN on Stone 1--WE heard aey
speak. about the family
n: NirginifR. She's visiting the Dun
guess I'll meet her, while
he's here. You know her, ofScourse.!"
Eyes, we are friends, y George said
IMPLY. .~.5@ee:s.s.' :. g.
I've never seen her" said lthe |
'roker. brit, judging from Ter picthFe,
he must be good locking. Howe. n
ne can't tell about that. The pictures
nzthe. newspapers are always bad" ..a' +
TN the 'newspapepsT' said George, ind
urptise. gs:i:..9s.-. nr..g 7s'f
Why, yes; it's, in both the 5pa,,=t., I
oday, along wifi an account OF the
eceptier the governor. is giving to, her
nd her party at tile. mansion tonight
It's to be awfully' swell, I'm tnet go
1g.. In fact, he and 1 don't get on.
he! truth is / belong to a, little, elub of
Dung Americans that tried to snow
i'm under in the last election, but we
OF left. He had too big a pull with
ne ring. He used to be civil to me,
ut he snarls like nossum when we