Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1905-09-19

| '"'NS' anu l'ie DlaZlnS eyes W.
George Euckicy. and the little. dric.s
Hp man lie WAS Offering his life f.-
was no relation to him and man lie
could not be ccnseai;i wifi"
kitty. you surprise me" said Mrs
Cranston
You'll be more than surprised he
fore this thing is over with, if I'm any
Judge of human nature" Kitty laugh
ed. "Why, Mrs. tranSton. 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 overfowing. And the beauty of it
was" she ended. that the hero of it III
was mad enough to kick the people
who were sobbing out his praises
| Lydia heard all that. said Mrs.
Cranston.
! "Yes. she heard it all You have al
ways thought she was proud and
|
all over and ran out at the eyes She
doesn't know she's in love with him
She doesn't comprehend it any more
than baby comprehends life. He fol
lowed us outside to apologize-just
think OF that-apologiZe! He tried to
laugh it off. l introduced myself
had TO- Lydia was acting as if she
We're in Il dream. She was asking cues
tons about the exact spot where he
had stood. rs reve"ently. Mrs. Cram
SION. as q girl locking for the grave
| of Il soldier lover. Then the father Of
tie rescued boy came out and Went all
| over it again. I've been to plays that
moved me. but always. away down in
Ev heart lay the !:nowiet,ge that it
'@;S only actin". bit that this morning
f"% tie real thing. They say Ill the
'."t that par but wien saw those
~o together Ne With his great. hun
-. dreamy eyes that seemed full OF
nal suffering with I've for her ac.
n;ie.. burning in their depths and she
Ti;h Eer sweet wondering" f:sre--I-,
felt IKE an egg sucking dog! wante,
to put ont my hands and draw thes'
heads together. Love is beautiful e
| ways. 1t WIS like glimpse Of HEAVIER
this morning. always considered
Lydia q stroag woman. admire her
more now than ever. All along she
has seen what there is in this man and
been trying to give him simple Justice
Mrs. Cranston groaned aloud and sat
down. covering her face with her hands,
II reckon We'll have to send her Off"
she said
Send her off? Where to? Send her
to Mars. and she'll still see his eyes
and hear his voice and-and know she
has wronged him for something he
can't help Think of that! You know,
after all. he cant help what his father
did. Huh! If man like that adored
me as he does Lydia CranstOn and
wanted me to marry him I'd do it if
fifteen powdered and perfumed princes
stood with their arms stretched out to
me, and-yes. if he had fathers looking
| nut Of Jail windows on every street cor
ncr in proud old Richmond Oh. I've
thrown up my Job! I'm not the man
Ter it. The weight of hair would
IL; Ike ne work on tie other side. You'd
better send ne away. My own heart
Is hopelessly in DANGER
Il have never met the real thing in
man form, before. Think of it. There's
Charley Mason. at home. who will talk
to Il girl by the hour ;;bot,t how he
was obliged to call Delaney out for in
sulting Richmond girls. and if Della
ney hadn't humhly apologized shots
might have been exchanged. with the
accent on the might That's the fash
iOnable. bouquet courage. The real
thing is where man acts like this
Buckley did last night and then gets
as mad as the dev-as mad as the very
dickens when it is mentioned in his
presence. Mrs. Cranston. l believe you
have been trying to keep God from do
ing a beautiful piece of work SO that
You can do an ugly One-hdeous eX-
cept to the sight of narrow, squint
eyed people. l may be getting crooked
mentally for not espousing the govern
ors cause. but after what I've seen
this morning, after seeing that couple
together and reading their throbbing
hearts, can see it only one way"
"1he son of convict!' groaned Mrs.
Cranston. Never, never! Lydia will
not do it. She respects our feelings
too much. You say she doesn't yet re
alize that she's in love with him?'
Not yet. but she's a light sleeper
Mrs. Cranston Somebody will throw
cold water in her face, and she'll open
her eyes. ! fancy if you and the ma
jor We're to begin to urge her marriage
to Governor Telfare that she'd rub her
eyes and wonder if she had night
mare. She wouldn't talk driving home
l took her hand 1t was as cold as ice,
but her face was on fire. l had spent
the whole morning sneering at every
thing we came to-the little law Of
fees and stores and the clerks coming
to wait on us without their coats-and