Democratic messenger. [volume] (Snow Hill, Md.) 1869-1973, 1906-11-10

lcmurcly. watching the flash Of n bird
through rift in the foliage. she
like, t. bc with you. MIR campbell.
I'm sure And I'm sure" here the
pcnrly teeth caught the scarlet under
lip james neither Il stad knitting
lady nor i squabbling child. And why
should you miss me- I'm not beauti
ful like Jane I'm just
Just Miss June finished Campbell
simply But there was world OF
quiet pride IN his voice.
June trembcd beneath his words and
knew not why she trembled. But there
was sufficient dramatic force IN her to
go toward the making Of great
actress. She spied a spray OF scarlet
cOlumbine On gray rock overhanging
a dark pool. t'ncOnsciously the con
traSt Of colors struck her artistic eye,
ana She made use OF it all 10 hide her
sudden emotion.
"Will you fetch me those columbines
that wave from the rock and throw
c,iored patches on the pool. Mr.. Camp
hcllt' said She quietly
But when he had gone her hand went
for support TO The column of the beech.
hcr bosom rose and fell aud her wide
eyes dilatcd. then half closed
"Oh. dear cod. she prayed inward
ly. rive never had any one in my
whole HE really TO love me. And he is
so biz and 50 knlghtly Don't let me
imagine vain thing that would break
my heart Let me remember that |
nm plain and that he is just kind"
Here" cried Campbell cheerfully,
coming back with bunch OF the
columblnc and handing ii 10 her. THE
scarlet Just matches your Hips. little
maid" II was not alone her lips that
We're scarlet now; flame spread holly
over her cheeks
In few moments she jumped up,
laughing. smoothing out her blue ging
ham frock. III ever come to regard
myself as n bewitchlng fairy princess
I'll hold you responsible. sir. But
must he going now. I'm still Cinderel-
Ia" she added Il promised mother
to make the salad dressing for lunch
con"
And 50 the fragrant summer month
drifted irresponsibly on.
one warm evening when the mir was
filled with the gold of freilIoS. maze
OF spaugles now darkening now
frightening. Mrs. Austin came out on
her side porch. which. for wonder
was vacant. and swung her portly
weight none too gently into the ham
mock The silver Of the moon was be-
ginning 10 tremble through the leaves
Of the trees and TO show patches OF
the garden path that wound toward
the front gate.
Those locusts sound awfully shrill."
thought Mrs. Austin. trying Intellectual
~ 10 put the hammock in motion.
Then she lay there inert. yielding 10
the drowsincss Of the air
She mus; have dozed OF bit. for
suddenly she started as Is the way Of
one who tries 10 capture ones waking
wits
And You know. dear. that love
you guess I've been loving you right
from the first. but didn't realize II
I'LL"
TWO figures had just passed the
moonllt patch in the path and We're
emerging into the shadows that
stretched toward the gate, so Mrs.
Austin couldn't exactly see who they
We're hut she recognized Camphell's
rich deem voice
AT last" she cried. smiling broadly.
well. Jane deserved It and she'll
have a good husband" She raised her
self up IN the hammock Sleep hac
fed
Now. just at that moment Sarah
the cook who had been buying some
ribbon and ru"hlng IN one Of the VIII
lage shops, happened to enter the front
gate As she came abreast Of the wide
porch Mrs Austin leaned over the rail
Ing.
sarah, she whispered. with mater
nal pride in her voice, was that Miss
Jane who went out Of the gate then
with Mr. Campbellf" II was a state
mcnt rather than a question.
Nom said Sarah. looking up quick
~: that wasn't Miss Jane, ma'am; It