The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1912-10-02
letter seal At squirrel Inn, Drngleuale.
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NJ BYRON WILLIAMS

letter seal At SquIrrel Inn, Drngieuaie.
Wisconsin.
JACK vINING, Judge"
Walter Bedight, mayor and candi-
| date for the legislature. frowned.
. Plainly, here was predicament. The
humor OF the situation had fled. The
| piqued attitude of the Judge" toward
him was plain. II was more than this,
| IL Vas "catty." She ran after him and
he kissed her. a perfectly natural
thing for handsome bachelor to do
II the pursuer were pretty-and good
ness knows Jackie Vining was enough
of that to give almost any inquisitive
young man palpitation of the heart!
But even male judges have a way
of their own, absolute and unrelent-
ing, while woman Judge. pretty, vi
vacious, enticing. captured in dog
wood swamp and kissed against her
will-Bedight shuddered at his pos
sible fate!
The fury of a woman osculated is
frequently as accentuated as the an
ger OF woman scorned! And he
was the goat!
Deep in a quandary of ways and
means, the luckless politician, mental
ly berating the fatal day of woman
suffrage, wandered into the cool, UNI
brageous wood
It was midsummer and the forest
was a sylvan retreat where monk and
man might lose his troubles in the
ripping Of the rills and receive di-
vine JUNCTION from the nature god rul-
Ing with soothing zephyrs and elixirs
of efilorescence.
Bedight penetrated far into the
heart Of the wood, where dryads
romp along the sunbeamed way
through interstices in the trees, where
mother brown thrushes peep from
sheltered nests and frisking squirrels
chatter of the hickory nuts a-ripening
upon the scraggly trees.
And then he saw her!
Like Psyche, she stopped beside a
quiet pool, above her the spreading
branches OF a water elm. Beside her
on the brink the harebell grew and
TO her ear there came from down be-
low the rhythmical cadence of a
brooklets song. the same song that,
in crescendo or diminuendo. 1t had
sung for centuries, the ever chanted,
perpetual song of the brook!
He stole softly forward on tip-toe
Absorbed In her mood, she gave no
heed. The rich outline of her figure
thrilled him and on her golden hair
the sheen Of the morning radiated like
a halo on the head of Titan mas
terpiece. Step by step he drew near.
cautiously. Little by little he crept
forward until he stood with his hand
quietly, fearlessly. he stepped behind
her, his shadow falling over her
shoulder upon the placid waters of
the pool
With a cry of alarm she sprang to
her feet and faced Him. He stood his
ground boldly. but in his eyes there
was an appeal.
Forgive me-" he said evenly. q
you needed the shadow of a man to
complete the picture"
"You fiatter yourself" she replied
coldly.
He started to speak. impulsively, to
plead for forgiveness, but she held
up her hand mandatorily.
Il hold no conversation with pris-
oners outside of court" she said. aus
terely.
Corning from the pool, she stood be-
1oTe him as one in authority.
Il am going. Wait here. Do not
follow me-" she admonished.
49, sat down beside the pool. AS
h. SO, for fieeting moment the
I'd pf 1.-THE and graceful woman
fei over his shoulders upon the
dro~sy waters-bU the face was
turned toward the backward trail.
Everything = even mythology - is
twisted" he growled. lin these par
lous days Of woman suffrage"
He turned his head to catch a
glimpse OF her. fitting through the
trees. but unlike Lots wife, she did
not look back.
The mayor sighed.
What an awful mess man can
get into" he sorrowed. through the
perfectly harmless diversion of kiss
ing!"