Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1906-02-28

with the bundle, but surely Grandma Bradley's cough medicine was innocent enough in appearance if not in taste
 He glanced across the aisle. The giant appeared to be sleeping. but as reused to sudden watchfulness, and Corson skillfully changed his notion to suggest that he was merely trying to look out of the window. The man was suspicious still, but not beligerent and for the rest of the trip Corson kept bis eyes fixed on the bell rope and betray- ed no interest in his companion.
 He was hoping there would be an op- portunity at the station after the giant had gone his way, but the giant showed a very evident intention of squirting Miss Barbour to the car, and they nov ed down the station platform in single file Eunice first, Corson following and the giant bringing up the rear, ready to bounce upon Corson at the slightest chance.
 Corson boarded the same car as did the girl, aHd the giant swung himself on to the back platform. It was evident that he was thorough in whatever he undertook, and Corson was not anxious to give him an excuse. Corson was not a coward, but he knew how little chance he would have against man who quite evidently was used to rough and tumbles, so he sat on the edge of the seat and stared at the ceiling, while his busy brain worked at several prob lens, all looking toward an immediate understanding with Eunice. They had had quarrel once before. and he had been made miserable for days. He was resolved to end this as quickly as pos sible and to that end followed her off the CAT when her street was reached.
 If he had hoped to escape his escort he was mistaken, for the giant got off, too. and i'll the same order as at the station they proceeded down the street. Half a block along the Barbours' big Newfoundland came rushing lip the street to welcome his mistress and. perceiving a friend in Corson. threw his huge bulk against that young man.
 There was an exclamation as the brute dislodged the bottle ill Corson's arms, and the dog went flying up the street alarmed at the noise.
 At the sound Eunice turned, her face flaming with anger, in belief that Cor son had struck the dog, but the bottle at lis feet told it's own story, and she glanced curiously at the dark, viscous fluid slowly creeping across the side walk. There was familiar odor ill her nostrils, and the expression in her face turned from anger to mirth as she came toward him.
 "Why, Jimmie Corson," she cried, twas that really some of your grand mothers cough sirup?"
 'sIt was,' he confirmed. 'I was out to visit Aunt Betsy, and she made me bring in the winter supply"
 q had forgotten she lived out of town,' she laughed, "and I thought it was whisky. Why didn't you tell mel"
 "A lot of chances you gave me-" he declared in an injured tone. "How could tell you that was more sinned against than shining when you almost raised a riot when tried to ask what the matter was?"
 Will you forgive me?" she asked softly, coming closer
 "On one condition" he bargained- that you say Yes to the question l asked you Wednesday"
 "You said then you would give me a week." she pleaded.
 circumstances alter cases." he de creed. "Is it Yes?
 It must have been, for Corson said Darling" so impulsivnly that it reach ed the ears of the giant, who had drawn apart in the faint hope that there might yet be an excuse for break ing the little dude in pieces, and as he wandered back to the car his senti- ments were anything but the "bless you, my children" appropriate to the circumstances.