Smyrna times., 1908-11-04
THE ROAD
TO A MANS
HEAR
By JENNIE LEE.
Copyrighted. 1908, by Associated
Literary Press.


of twenty-seven and was a descendant
of the first families of Virginia, ana
never for a minute did she let you for
get the deep blue of her blood, the de-
vOtion of her late lamented husband
nor the amount of money she once had.
Middleville turned up its nose fGura-
lively when she settled in its midst.
while the inhabitants did the same
thing literally. Elizabeth's manner
was too imperiOus for their northern
independence; she laughed too mUcA
for a widow bowed i'll grief, and the
fact that her old colOred nanny called
her "AIiss Lizbeth' made them almost
doubt whether a Mr.. YOrke had ever
existed.
The only thing which could be said
in her favor was that she attenGod
church regularly and contributed lib
orally to all the festivals. Such w&3
the tolerant situation when the Rev.
DIR. Botcher called to make his paro-
chial visit.
''Pm so glad you came to see me
Elizabeth was saying. Il always did
love ministers. They're so old fash
ioned and queer"
The Rev DR.. BOtcher had been twirl-
ing his cane as an inspiration to start
ing an agreeable bit of conversation.
At this speech he stopped twirling it
and grasped its handle somewhat
firmly.
REALLY, do yOu?" was the sum TO-
tai of his answer.
Supper is just this minute ready.
DOCTOR" continued Elizabeth Lay
down that foolish old cane and come
in and have some of mamny's blue
berry cakes. They'll just make you
wish you never had to go home"
The man made some weak commc2t
about not expecting to stay, but he Was
swept into the cool dining room al
was eating cake and sirping iced t23
before he could demonstrate.
81 really came to see about those
flowers planted along the line Of your
lawn" began the doctor.
aren't they just too lOvely?" chimcd
in Elizabeth. MY husband used 70
say had a most artistic eye for col
| or
"Yes, they are pretty; but, you see
| they are planted on the lawn that be
longs to Mrs. Murray-Over your line
you see"
Eyes. 1 believe she has been saying
| something to that effect" said the
charming widow. "But 1 thought ii
was awfully nice of me to fix up her
place so prettily even if it was en-
| croachment. Don't you?
| "WeIl. l hadn't looked at it that
| way" agreed her divine company
"But really must be going home, as
we have prayer meeting tonight"
Mrs. Yorke bade her visitor good nigh
and urged him to drop in again any
time he was hungry for cakes. Eliza
beth was smiling to herself with some
thing of satisfaction when she heard
footsteps on her porch. She went t.
the open door and met Mr.. Murray
husband. and evidently the much lessee
half of Mrs. Murray, her next dOol
neighbOr.
GLOW perfectly lovely of you to call
Mr.. Murray" exclaimed Elizabeth a
she extended her hand to add to he
cordial welcome.
"Er-yes-that is, l came over abOu
that row of dahlias you planted owe
there on our
ooh, that's all right" interruptet
Elizabeth. you're quite welcome t
them. You see, have so many, and
want my neighbOrs to enjoy some O
them. But. dear me- do sit down an
III call nanny to give us sOmethin
to eat" And she disappeared, to rC
turn in a few minutes.
At her heels came the dear old man
my laden with a tray of raspberr
= shrub and a huge cOcOanut cake tha
looked like a ball of snow.
Mr.. Murray found himself seated b,
fore an old hickory table in an arr
chair eating cake and drinking IL
shrub. Finding himself" may see
an inadequate explanation of how /
got there, but that is what he toI
Mrs. Murray on his return home.
Mrs. Murray was watching the COZ
pie from the corner of her own veral
da, and when Mr.. Murray returne
smacling his lips and Mrs Murray n
ticed flake of cocoanut on his We
she called him to account for his frui
less call
Saturday noon found Elizabeth di
ging among her flowers. Her swe
voice was humming "Way Down
ii Carolina" and as she fitted from OF
rosebush to another she looked almo
if like some white spirit among the ga
dens of earth. Her task was interruI
ed by nanny.
miss Lizbeth, de town mayor do
!. call. Come right in. honey, and s
what he want"
I'll Elizabeth gathered up in her arr
the roses she had been cutting for t
house and walked around to the fro
of the cottage. The town mayor W
good TO look upon. The greatest col
pliment that Elizabeth could pay hi
was the silent comment she made
herself-that he did not look like t