Morgan County republican. (Versailles, Mo.) 1906-1914, 1911-03-30

with them of an evening. He said
II he was to run for sheriff he would
git the Blur votes to a man, and he
would tool"
Then what did she say?" Miss Gym.
thia was feverishly eager to get at the
attitude OF her friend on the discov.
cry Of the whereabouts OF the hunted
one
We'll. let's see. oh. she asked II
you saw him much and told her. yes.
indeed. I had left YOU home with him
to tend the store and mind the babies.
She said she was real pleased cause
she was sure you enjoyed each others
company Whatever Is the matter.
honey?" Miss Selma Lue's exclama-
ton of solicitude was caused by an
expression of CONSERVATION on Miss
Cynthia's face which a In turn
caused by the sight of the artist com.
ing from around the corner Of the
barn. Miss Selma Lue was uncon.
scious of his approach; SO II Miss
Cynthia acted, she must act quickly.
Grasping the bow at the back OF her
waist, she gasped "A pint" and van
ished toward the real Of the gro
Gerry.
In my cushion, child" called Miss
Selma Lue, who thought a catastrophe
threatened, and she turned to speak
to Mr.. Dobbs, who was coming up the
street with a tin bucket In his hand.
evidently in quest Of some sort Of
provender. His errand attended to.
Miss Selma Lue started back to the
aid Of Miss Cynthia, when she was ar
rested by Mr.. Alan's remark that he
had thought he had seen some n
sitting on the steps with her. Miss
Selma Lue's sense Of propriety for.
babe n mention Of Miss Cynthia
and the pin, so she seated herself on
the steps to await that lady's reap.
pearance.
WA you sick last night?" she in.
quired ~interestedly, ignoring his re.
mark. Il seen your light burning pref.
ty late and l hunted up the pepper.
mint and campfire bottles before l
went to bed, for l kinder looked fer
you to be took down with a spell OF
collie. Seems as II raw potatoes
might swell in the stomik. I am sor
ry Miss Cynthie's cooking didn't turn
out better. but Of ourse she
meant for the best. Cooking
don't always come to a woman young
In life; 1t has to be sorter lived to by
experience" Miss Selma Lue spoke
in an ordinary tone of voice, for she
was under the impression that Miss
Cynthia had retired to the little bed.
room. and she could see hat the door
was shut. In reality the culprit was
seated on a box of cans behind the
molasses barrel, we'll within range Of
the conversation.
why, Miss Selma Lue, l thought It
was an uncommonly fine dinner. |
am sure 1t was sweet of her to bother
about me at ALL" answered the victim
loyalty. Miss Cynthia's heart gave a
funny little start and then glowed in
an inexplicable way; she had ex-
pected something different from him,
perhaps. The situation was one that
might have been treated humorously.
"Mr. Alan, | am afraid 1t was Miss
Cynthie you was tasting instead Of
the dinner, cause the looks OF what
was in the dish and hid away in the
frying pan under the stove was enough
fer me. Bless her heart! l don't
guess there was any dog handy you
could have throwed 1t to, so you had
to eat IT. up to save her feelings"
We'll, my feelings were those OF
gratitude, l can assure you, Miss Sc.
lima Lue, and II you ever want to 60
away again, Just leave the babies and
me in the same hands: we like them.
those hands"
That's Just like your good feelings.
Mr.. Alan. We was ~a-telling Miss
Evelyn Branch about how you was
friendly to every man, woman, child,
dog and baby on the Bluff. Mis- Dobbs
was special about your kindness in all
Ethel Maud's accidents. She do feel
your interest So"
Everybody has been SO kind to me
that ! feel like ! had lived on the
Blufr all my life," answered Mr.. Alan
with positive emotion in his voice.
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