Los Angeles herald. [microfilm reel] (Los Angeles [Calif.]) 1900-1911, 1908-01-19

60 you to the Cannibal Island as a spec
ulation. Or | might want to make a choir boy
of you, if Little of that hoarseness could be
taken out OF your voice, and your hair persuaded
to stay anywhere There are lots of ways of using
boys in the place l came from"
Say" said the boy, with a new show of inter-
est, do you know wot my mother says?"
Il must confess that | do not. The versatile
female tongue"
"She says that she guesses you don't live no
where. She says that you may be a pirate and
you may be preacher for all anyone here knows.
She says that you do nothin' but eat and Sleep
and that fore you come here they must have kept
you awake all night with nothin' to eat. Say
mister" and the wheedling tone of the mother
was unconsciously adopted by the boy, where did
you come FROM anyway"
The man in the hammock dropped back with
smile, and, shading his eyes from a spray of
shine that fell down among the apple blossoms,
said lazily: Il have been told that your interest
ing mother is sort of Missionary Of Personal In
telligence for this neighborhood | like to en-
courage home industries; and just to help her
along, you may tell her that Miss Dennys lazy
boarder, who certainly docs eat and sleep great
deal, is just out of the Land of Nod"
The boy was true to his mothers example.
Compromising the one phrase that could be of
service to her. he shot homeward like an arrow
that it might be safely delivered before being
jostled out of his needless little head And before
the COWS were well asleep in their beds of dew-be-
sprnked grass that night, the people of Farm
dale, from the red schoolhouse the hill to the
tannery in the hollow, were in full possession of
the first admission to himself yet made by the
mysterious stranger who had fed the fires of their
curiosity through four long weeks of the budding
spring.
The moon, that looked into the eyes of the
peaceful kline that night, found time also to touch
the white shawl that hung about little Miss
Denny as she sat on the steps of the old farm
house, around which the village had grown The
hammock hung empty near by, while back under
the honeysuckle vines sat the man from Nod
not asleep and not eating but as indolent in at
titude and speech when negotiating for the
purchase of sixtyodd pounds of shockheaded boy.
The woman pulling a spray of green to
pieces with vehemence that showed her protest
against the thought to which his lips were giving
form.
Believe me, Miss Denny, that you are giving
yourself a courage and faith you do not possess
that one woman in ten thousand cannot pos
sess. You that when Rebekah of Mesopo-
tamia followed the chosen servant of Abraham
into strange land it great venture on
her part He had told her of the home to which
she was to CO. of the man she to we'd 1t
family affair, you see, and her father was
a relative of the father-inaw that was to be-
Now, do you really to say to me that even
though you loved man with all the love that
such women as you can give, you would take him
perfect trust-woud give him your future on
a chance and, placing your hand in his, walk
fearlessly with him out into the dark?'
81 would. And why not?'
ut is against nature-against woman nature"
"But if | loved him? If l loved him as a
woman should love before she weds | could trust
him with all that it was best should not know
and go with him into bonds or exile"
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