The Batesburg advocate. [volume] (Batesburg, S.C.) 1901-1911, 1905-03-10

little. He was looking at her, but
! there was a moment OF silence before
! he spoke.
"Youli be mighty glad to get back,
l reckon" he said, gently 'It stan S
to reason you've been pretty lonesome
! for the people out here amt your kind
An people are bound to live among
their own kind. reckon, or they
can't be happy-not in any way at all. "
This simple statement OF the Cos
pei of Ca + e di | not please the girl,
who had teen preaching it to herself
with bitt emphasis for some days.
Her finge S claSp,d upon the arm Of
the invalid chair, and her pretty gray
eyes dirkcncd with pain
"Havc YOU a story to tcll?" she ques-
toned, almost shlrp'y; and the farm
hand sat down in his Cd pace, his
hands claSpcd about one knee, his Scri-
Gus eyes on her face.
1--WE been Savin' up this One,' he
began, quietly. Il didn't know as
could tell it all but reckon the time
has come. It's about ma used to
know not one Of my kinda fellow
that had live among books and fine
people, an such like. You wouldn't
"a thought him an me would "a got
along together, bein' so different, but
h. talked to me frcer than he ever did
to an body else. seems like; an | gt +
>tU know him we'll. He used to go W! h
NE into the country, an there wasn't
Il liyin' thing mot Il lonesome bird
chirpin' down in the creek bottom
not little inseck hidn' under leaf
that he didn't know an love, an could
spen' days with 'em, studyin' how
they lived, an all their cute little
ways"
The girls eyes were on his face now
and he went ON, little more hurridly
"IIe often talked to me-this man
did-about love, an all it meant to Il
man lie had wnat might be called
queer ideas about love. He said that
when two people were out in the
~UriG. their lives were so cruSted over
With what people expected of them.
an what they owed TO their kin. an
to their name, an TO their ancestors,
that they never could be quite shore
whether they loved one another or not
He said man might think he was
lovin girl, when all the time he was
in love with her pretty manners, which
she learned from somebody else, or
with the shape of her nose or the way
she fixed her hair, an which WASH 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 lie
shore they was in love was for cm
both to be throwed clear out of the
road they'd been traveln' in, AN see
one another then, an be willin' te
make sacriliccs"--
THAT is true" she pondered, hel
eyes on the slender hands whose tng
erS were twisted together in her lap
"rhat is-that must be true"
"IIe said, went on the farm hand
after the briefest pause, that WON
en- love what they call caste better
than anything in the world and whcr
you foun Il woman lOvin'-for instance
loyin' a man like me, without mucl
! bOOk-learnin' or money, or any Of tn,
things she has been taught to care fo
You might be sure the woman loved
t le man. She might fight against it
and go back to the life she had lived
but she'd never be able to forget tina
she'd loved a man"
There was long silence Away VI
in the lazy blue overhead hawI
shriekcd, balancing on wide wings, anC
the chickens in the farm yard made
frantic plungcs TO safety.
"Shc will not be able to forget
murmurcd the girl: and the mans eye
dropped for the first time.
81 haven't tinis ed the story" h
wh,spc ed. The man was ,rOSsny
yard one day-hc had come out t,
the country for the summer, then, ant
was going fishing that day, he remem
berS-aS though fishing mattered il
the least-whcn a weak little voic
called him "that farm hand, and ask
e | for some one to carry weak littl
girl to the hammock And from tha
day he Lowell woman-a beautiful
woman-who did not know who o
what he waS-who thought him poor
and ignorant, and obScure-andy yet
her eyes did turn to him more an
, more every day, and she learned I
listen to his rude speech-and bad sh