St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1907-08-03


go 'round'-if only they were car
wheels and taking me somewhere"
sEe supplemented. NOW I'm going to
go-and go-and go, and see If l can't
satisfy this longing that is devouring
me-"
a It was but two days now before she,
and the aunt who had been a mother
to her all these years, would start
on their journeyings. Trunks and
tickets, plans and packing, filled the
house with confusion and her soul
with delirious joy; there was no time
for Charlie Haywood and his love-
misunderstanding that had be-
come trite in its periodic repetition
ever since her pinafore days. That
Charlie was young, good to look upon,
rich, and, altogether approved by her
relatives, made it only worse-as if
she could grow sentimental over her
next-door neighbor, with whom she
had made mudpies in her babyhood!
At the very outset Of her journey,
Kathleen seemed doomed to disap-
pointment, for the stagecoach-
only means of transportation from the
village to the railroad station five
miles away-failed to call at her door,
and disappeared far down the road in
cloud of dust.
why, Auntie--if they haven't left
us!" cried Kathleen, dropping in limp
dismay onto the piazza steps.
Never mind; well go tomorrow"
soothed Mrs. Howells.
''But the boat--oh, Auntie, wen lose
the boat" walled the girl, springing
to her feet in sudden realization Of
what the delay meant.
mot gone YETI" called Haywood
cheerfully, over the fence. "Old Abe's
late this morning" he continued, with
an airy innocence that gave no hint
Of his knowledge of the shameless
bride even then in Old Abe's pocket.
Il was just going down to the station
to see you off,"
ooh, Charlie, he's left us-we'ye
lost the boat" moaned Kathleen.
Wringing her hands.
mot much, you haven't" shouted
Haywood over his shoulder, as he
turned with suspicious promptness
and ran towards his open stable door.
Here, jump in, both of you," he COM
manded a minute later, bringing his
huge red automobile to a standstiIl
before them.
ooh, lovely, lovely!" gurgled Kath-
leen bundling Mrs. Howells into the
back seat and leaping in beside her.
Lets see-your baggage went last
night, believe" said Heywood-as If
1t had not gone at his own suggestion!
It was somewhat later that Hey.
wood said musingly. as he held her
hand in parting:
Hmm, well, i don't know-an au-
tomobile is pretty good substitute
for rusty sword"
Don't be ridiculous" she returned
with some dignity; then her eyes
danced, I'll take the auto every time,
thought she laughed, as she skipped
up the car steps after her aunt.
Haywood gave few short orders
to the man beside the machine, caught
the satchel from his hand, and swung
himself onto the last car after the
train had started.
Kathleen and her aunt had no trou-
bic during the short journey to New
York, nor in establishing themselves
comfortably in their stateroDms on
board the boat; but the firEt three
days at sea were very rough and the
ladies scarcely left their herths. On
the fourth day a clear blue sky and
warm sun enticed Kathleen into her
steamer chair on deck. She had sat
there half an hour in Hstless endur-
ance of an uncomfortable position,
when q low voice said in her ear: