Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1912-10-04

his feet offered to escort her to the
door-one of the old-rashioned atten-
tions to which she had shown him she
was fond. II wish you to stay. This
beast of a son-in-law of mine has
something to say to you. I will send
Cynthia to you to hear your good news,
as soon as she's dressed"
She fingered an instant. perking her
head on one side. and surveying Crit
tenden with eyes of affectionate malice
I'm not sure 7 ought to- she pursued.
"The child is far too good for you. But
still, you are rather a presentable young
man. and-though I daresay you've
pulled the wool over her eyes--I think
you're probably as decent as most. In
deed"-and here she menaced him mis-
chievously with her cane-''ff 1 were
not in love with Cynthia-and she fond
of you-and if I were not the mother
in-law OF that full-grown hulk of ras-
cality there, I'd be almost tempted to
marry you myself"
That's right" Rhode snorted GO
on. Scare him to death" ~
"Oh. I don't know" Madame Saw
aran tossed a prideful head. I'm sure
he might do worse. There's a perfectly
good proverb about old fiddies."
And, chuckling, she withdrew with all
the honors of war, her cane contemptu-
OuSlN SDuInlnB Lne tuA1 sue tAON"
With a brief laugh Crittenden resum-
ed his chair finding and lighting
cigarette.
Rhode sighed exhaustively, produced
an extensive handkerchief with a broad
border of bright pink, mopped his face
with it, and sighed a second time and
vertically like a furnace.
''Whew-ewi"
He glanced askance at Crittenden,
fumbled nervously in his coat pocket,
and brought forth a tremendous black
cigar.
bad quarter of an hour, eh?" asked
Crittenden, amused.
''Bad?" The Red Man worried of the
end Of the cigar with his teeth and cast
it from his mouth with a vicious hiss.
"Badw He rolled his head YEARLY
from shoulder to shoulder. MY boy,
nv boy!" he observed with falling in
Election. There's a limit to all things,
and madum's it on two legs and
cane. She's just been goin' round me,
and round and round and round, like
cooper round a barrel-bang, bang,
bang! with the hammer. Gee-e! I'm
sore all over"
He paused to rake a match beneath
his thigh and light the cigar
still" he conceded, less. passionate
~. we gotta Hldhe d4AOWaltOCS ASA
woman All women are crazy
You've said that before"
ct know; but it's like all them-what
d'you call 'em?-epigrams: if there's
any solid truth in 'em, they'll stand
lot of repeatin'. All women
are crazy The more times say it the
more 1 realize it's one of them i'm
moral truths Not that there's
any real harm in women. Only they
amt sensible, like men. Now you take
madum: she don't mean bad. I'm strong
for her. if we do fight, and she's al
ways been pretty strong for me in her
way-except when 1 come through with
a. piece of work that's so coarse it's
gritty. Yes Did ever tell
you I was married."
Il believe you did mention it once;
Madame Savaran said you deserved to
be-"
ct guess there's somethin' in that. too.
not that I had any kick comm about
the matrimony thing, while it lasted. j
liked it, Honest, you wouldn't believe
how much liked it,
He turned staring stonily at the cloud
bonnet sunset that burned like some vast
celestial holocaust above and beyond the
low, swelling hills of Somerset
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