The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1907-01-24
The Price of q Kiss
Copyright, 1906, by Joseph b. Bowles.)
BY FRANCES RIVERS

The moment that old David Johns
cast his eyes upon the Rev. Paul Bo-
litho coming toward him over the brow
of the hill. he determined not TO give
him a chance of escape.
The young man noted the increased
burrows Over the old mans strongly
bridged nose; the deeper chisellings
at the corners of the resigned mouth.
now telling of war between will and
weakening muscles.
A feeling of half-harmonious conces.
sion to his W early affection for his
companion, mixed with a sense of his
newly attained position of Importance
as pastor, was betrayed in Paurs II
want you to come and hear me preach"
Preach! Yes! for SUR We all
like to do a bit of preachin', and tbs
not wonderful when one thinks how
well duty runs hand in hand with lik-
Ing; but sometimes the best words of
a preacher are those he doesn't say.
Harps and golden crowns and such
like things-what's the use of such
to me?"
w ho'O NJ iCiiStoht DaNs
Theirs q lot O. religion In good
temper"
Paul Bolitho cot up from the bench
and walked up and down the path, the
impetuosity of his youth apparent in
every step. Stopping in front of his
old friend, his head shot aloft by the
involuntary Strengthening of the spine.
II want to make men honest, women
virtuous," he said.
"Mebbe they would be II they wern't
interfered with" The smile that
played round the old mans mouth,
spoke of intimate knowledge of the
world.
Make what rules you can for your
fellowmen, but make lone for women
they're exceptions he advised.
Tho mebbe you don't know yet that
you counts 'Em o. any vally. Ali" he
chuckled, you're terrible young IL you
haven't thought o. woman to be reck'nd
with; for sartain sure they'll come
even into your life. Women with their
crinkly hair, their dancin' eyes an
feet, their smiles an their mischief,
their altogether stonishing ways, that,
bad or good, sort O. ~paralyse a man."
But
They be wonderful tryin', too, an
'zasperatin'; for they'll bear no con
troll"
Davy's voice faltered, tie periods OF
his talk became detached, stopped al
together. Changing the pipe over
From nnn cfda IN tho pfhAr ~ hio
mouth, he smoked in silence for some
minutes, whilst he dived into the re-
cesses of his mind.
You don't remember my Mary-no,
l s'pose not-but you can see her ev'ry
time you look at my gran'-no. my
great-gran'daughter, Sally. | wouldn't
let none O. EN- have my Mary's name
the sound of it gives me now, after
all these years. a funny feelin' in my
heart"
I've heard my grandfather speak of
your wife"
"She was-well, she was just Mary
The close knittin' of man and woman,
as comes about when, day in and day
out, they're together, is wonderful.
lnClG was OHly OHt tllhb " nAith
we ever fell out. She was always
lookin' at girls-specially pretty girls
to see if one took notice o. me. The
very name of a girl drew her to 'zas-
peration. You wouldn't remember
Lizbeth Richards, neither?"
Before Paul had time to reply, he
answered for him: mo, to be sure
not.
well, she was a girl always up to
some devilment, a m~ischieyous, blue
eyed girl. l didn't know then, though
| knew afterwards, that people had
beer talking of her an me-but WON
en- always will gossip; their lungs is
as big as bellows, and the better
the women are. the worse they talk.
well, 'Liz'beth, she come in one
day: so yer off, Davy?' says she. ]
was startin' with the boats to the
North. An because she looked at me
with a tear in her eye, or just because
1 was young, an a fool. an fiattered,
or because | couldn't help it, or be
cause she wished it, or for some rea
son or the want of any, ! put my arm
around her waist and gave her a kiss
"An' Just then, Mary, who l thought
was in the next room, h came in
She was all a-trsmbly an was skearI
as / had never seen her before. She
seemed not to know what she was do
ing-a sob, a cruel, deep soD-tt
sounded like a cry, s%trangled in the
throat-came from her lips. But II
seemed to me Mary was maxim
strange fuss over SO small a matter
though the most violent feelin' in the
world is one woman's hatred O. an
other"
Il started to embrace her.
"'Don't you touch me, and your arm
tust from Lizbeth's waist!'
"She went back a few steps. Seemed
to me my heart was bein' tore out o
m breast and the pain o. 1t was un
bearable.
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