The herald and news. [volume] (Newberry S.C.) 1903-1937, 1912-06-07


into the bedclothes. OH"
''Yes, sir!" said Jenkins chokily. He
went on: This young fellow just
marches right close up to you and
says, speaking kinder quiet and his
eyes shining, You say Frances kissed
you?' And you sorter gave laugh
and dug him in the side and you
says, I do believe the boy is jealous!
Why, yes, you rascal, she certainly
did-she kissed me!'
Well, it's lie!' he says back, !
pointing at you with his finger. Be
cause it amt like her. And he got
closer.
"'See here he says, have you just
been trying to get gay with me to-
night? Huh!-well, Pm just going to
box your jaws for luck!'
"'What? you gasps-'what's that?
and you storms up to him-Why.
you young puppy, do you know who
you're talking to?' you says.
Bah!' he says, and he just goes up
and snaps his fingers in your face
You chokes kinder, and then you
yells at him: why, you young ruf
fan, I've spanked you before, and Il
can do it again
"'Yah!' he says, making faces at
you. You spanked! You hit me when
I wasn't looking. My foot slipped
"'Foot slipped, you blanked fool!'
oh of h nd lon
| kins wiped his forehead-"Then the
next thing see, you mixed"
"Ah!" I breathed with relief. That's
better!"
I chuckled. Then suddenly felt re
! -morseful.
Where die hit him this time, Jen.
kins-did you notice? Was he hurt
much?"
Jenkins looked down, avoiding my
eyes. "Um, not exactly, sir" he said;
Gin fact, it was-er-kinder the other
stared, aghast.
'You don't mean, Jenkins"
Jenkins evidently did! His eyes ez:
pressed both pity and embarrassment,
'What he did to you,'-he rolled
his glance upward, trying to shape
the idea-"I believe, sir, It's what you
might call''-his voice dropped-"I be-
lieve it's what they do call w1plng up
the floor with"
I closed my eyes an instant.
! "Finish!" l whispered, feebIy flip
ping my hand at him.
'He left then, sir, but the noise
brought Wilkes and we helped you
upstairs. You wouldn't go any farther
than the door of the judges bedroom
wanted to tell him, we supposed.
When we got that far, noticed Mr..
Jack Billings door-it's right oppo.
site, you remember, sir-was standing
just little open. He called out very
anxiously and shrill: oh, do be very
careful of the pajamas! My! my!
! hope the pajamas are not hurt!'
'tAnd at that, you just bangs in.
side the judges room and in about
two minutes, he stuck his head out,
looking kinder towsled and mad like
he'd been walked from a sound sleep,
and he fires a wrapped-up parcel at
the door opposite and yells:
There are your pajamas, you un-
natural, heartless prodigal! Pajamas,
indeed, at such time!' And then !
see Mr.. Jacks arm come out and fish
! the package inside.
Then the judge turns on me and
Wilkes and ordered US to clear out
and go to bed. And Wilkes said we'd
best do it because the judge would
take care of you and get you to your
room quietly. And the last thing !
heard before he slammed inside his
room was:
There's one thing; I've got a
daughter!'"
looked At Jenkins miserably. He
was right: he did have a daughter
and l wanted her. But just now,
wished with all heart that she was
somebody's-anybody else's daughter
/ than that of the man who had wit
messed my humiliation.
And afterwards
How had he managed to get me to
my room? And hadNshe seen or heard
me? Oh, she must have!
Well nothing mattered now-noth-
ing could ever matter any more. 1t
was some miserable comfort to feel,
and know, that nothing worse could
ever happen!
Why, there was nothing worse left
in all the world. By JoVe, / was sure
/ Of that much!
And just then knock sounded.
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