The Caucasian. (Shreveport, La.) 1900-192?, 1911-01-22

you're quite a stranger, Timothy"
pursued Mrs. Peters as she turned
away.
at amt my fault" returned Tim
othy sullenly.
who's is it, them" demanded Mrs,
Peters Indignantly. Il am surprised at
you. Timothy Simms! | thought you
had more grit than to let little peak
ed upstart like the Rev. Mr.. Niles
boss you around and say when you
can marry and when you can't!'
Timothy Redeemed. 1t began at his
forehead and spread over his broad
face and down around his throat. He
clinched his great fists and shook
them passiOnately.
Il wish l just had him here" he
muttered wrathfully; "he made fool
| of me until it was too late for me to
make it up to Susie"
'Humphr' said Susie's mother, with
an enigmatic smile. "I'Il say this
much, Timothy-the minister asked
Susan to marry him, and she wouldn'
do it. She said, No; thank your
do you think she'd look at me
again?' asked Timothy eagerly.
Il don't know why not. What in
goodness have you done, Timothy
Stmms, that you hold yourself such ("
sinner, l want to know?"
"WeTl, l don't know myself exact.
| IT," returned Timothy sheepish.y.
o+
to believing that | was terrible so
ner and not fit to offer myself to H1t
good girl like Susie, so l stopped CO.,.
| to see her, and after that | didn't
care what became Of me. I've left tn"
church, and / drink sweet cider. an
play checkers and dominos down
to the store. | am backslider!'
$50 was my husband, and pa W&%
as good man as you'll ever find,
returned Mrs Peters. "Well. here :
my train, Timothy. If you amt -
anything better to do tonight you caA
rome around and play dominos WIKI
mew She smiled meaningly as h
helped her on to the train, and wll@H
he returned to his Office there W
light of hope in his eyes and "a
whistled cheerily.
That same evening after p;j,,.r"
meeting Mr. Niles stood on the char.
steps drawing on his kid gloves. IT,
locked the door and walked though
fully down the path and out OF ~
gate. Then he paused irresolutclE ~
a moment, finally turning abruptly aaa
walking through the short cut thar i@5
past the Widow Peters house.
Suddenly out of the gloom there ~.
peared a bulky figure. Mr.. Niles START
ed timidly back. "Who is it, h.
asked
"Only me-" returned Timofh:
simms' deep voice as he hooked wise
like fingers in the clergyman's c:r't
collar. Just you come along Of me,
sir. I've got little job for your'
what do you mean, Simms?' de
Imanded the indignant man. What do
you mean by this extraordinary be
IhaviorY'
Timothy made no reply. He merely
frightened his grasp and hustled MI
Miles along until he reached the Pc
terses' home. Through the gate and
Into the house and finally into the
brilliantly lighted parlor, where stood
Mrs. Peters, her sister Eliza and SUI
lsie-Susie. dressed in white and look
ling very rosy and timid and happy.
They all started as the minister
made his hurried entrance through
| the door. but none had seen the heavy
hand that had forced him through
He shook himself angrily and turned
toward Timothy, his face white with
wrath.
"Parson," drawled Timothy, with /
hard CLEAN in his blue eyes. ''we got
little job for you-Susie and me-st
If you'll get around to it now wei
be much obliged!' He took his place