The Bourbon news. [volume] (Paris, Ky.) 1895-19??, 1907-03-22
He chuckled his way into the barn.

Lois Dixon sat in the dining room,
small apartment largely given over
to social usage other than the delights
of the table. A high chair had been
! found for Dot, who was assaulting
bread and milk. Seraph Laid, corpu-
lent and apologize, talked from the adj
! jacent kitchen.
"Oh. no, my DEAR" she was saying.
1.-THE Tamaracks isn't much OF hotel.
Folks stay here for meals, and we take
/ in q few transients and occasionally Il
regular The regulars are mostly men
who come to fish and kill time. There
are good trout in the tamarack swamp
brook, but it's 4 pesky hole. That man
you saw is regular. He las been
! here a week.
Il can hardly say | saw him. Every
: thing was done so quickly. I'm quite
dry now, and so is Dot Your husband
doesn't appear TO approve of automO-
biles,' this last sentence with an ag-
srieved intonation.
HE doeSn'tr' exclaimed Mrs. Laid
rather warmly. "Jason is good natur-
our dog was knocked across the fence
! poor old thing; he was only gnawing
bone in the road Jason swore an
oath never 10 let car stop overnight
again. So he boarded up the shed.
My, the way some of these people
whiz along country road is fearful
! Your supper is most ready, Mrs. Dix
IN fol 4
because'-
! Yes. I've been widowed for five
/ years Lois interrupted. I'VE were
simply taking a short pleasure drive.
4 slight accident delayed us for an
hour. else we should be at home by
this time. We were making for Jep-
worth. where have sister"
q see" Mrs. Ladd began to place
! dishes. Il sort Of wondered"
a friend of mine and his brother.
besides the chauffeur" explained Lois.
blushing 4 trifie 1T did seem queer
that | was left so unceremoniously to
the care of~strangers, but can look
out for myself. and always go pre-
pared for emergencies. Still should
have thought
/ cob, it's the machine every Tine"
laughed the old woman. Men seem to
forget What with their wrangIing ana
hurry for cover. yoa ana Dotty were
better out ofit"
apparently. Mrs Diyen,s tone was
sarcastic. However, to let me come
/ in unattended ana totleaYe, all explana-
/ ton to rae when hclknew I was. upset
ana tryiag TO calm Dot III she paused.
Seraph was ewing her sllrewdly
"Considerate, l must say observed
the{hostess. We'll draw up and eat
Mercy! You have cooked enough for
three" Lois laughed outright.
ITS not all Tor you my dear Our
regular hasn't aad his supper He
! turned up only few minutes before
( you did. III tinkle the bell for him.
! You don't mind company, do you? Hes
q real nice man, but sort of quiet this
trip. Acts sort of impatient and nery-
Gus. too, which isn't his usual way"
! L must ask YOU to Introduce me,
then. I'll be glad to thank him for
helping us
The bell rang softly in the hall Lois.
/ busying herself with her napkin and
with Dot, did not glance at the enter
] ing fgure.
: Mrs. Ladd, impressed by the impor-
lance of the act Of Introduction, spoke
up smartly.
Nat, let me make You acquainted
with Mrs. Blakeley-I-I mean Mrs.
Dixon Mr.. Blakeley, Mrs. Dixon This
! is her little girl Dear, dear! Wasn't
it funny that l should have got You
twisted?"
Very funny" murmured BlalSeley,
/ bowling and making considerable noise
with his chair. Lois dropped her nap
kin. Dot stared, smiling and nodding.
Now I've embarrassed your cried
Mrs. Ladd. rereating to the Kitchen.
Gracious she exclaimed to herself.
Neither of them can find a word to
say. guess III shut this door or they
may hear me giggle."
The silence was broken by Dot.
you've got whiskers," she remarked,
! Wlln cOnplaccnce. 1naI why! Olun
you know me?'
NO." said the man thickIy. "Ihadn't
my glasses On. l recognized no one. 1
put that wrap over your head, dumped
you in a chair and called Mrs. Laid. I
didn't know you. dear
"And you've put on a coat" went on
! his inquisitor, surveying him affection
ately. Il liked you better with just a
mustache. 1t seems eyer-so long since
! you came to see mamma"
"Hush, Dot" said her mother softly.
"But he used to bring me candy" per-
sisted the child. "5Ir. Barker doesn't.
I ike Mr.. BIakeley best. DON'T your
Lois cheeks crinsoned.
sIfs bedtime, dear Mrs. Ihdd Will
u 10 4.