The Caucasian. (Shreveport, La.) 1900-192?, 1912-12-29

reply. and the walk WAS ended ia con-

reply. and the walk Was ended fn con-
straiDt.
There came day when she set forth
to search for the nest OF the blue
heron. whose faSorite haunt was Ia the
long. mnrshy tangie In the willow
thirket. where Tanners brook ceased
It's merry chatter and became slug
gish. silently Sowing stream until it
emerged once more iuto tue open mead
ow as noisy and socia BILE as ever.
Susanna had never ventured near
the marsh alone. and therefore she did
not know it's treachery. She was look
ing up into a ragged poplar for the
roughly CONSTRUCTED nest when her
feet left firD ground and sank into the
0nzy marsh mud She pulled out one
foot only to feel the other sinking Stili
deeper in the mire. and finally the
free foot sank beside it. and she WAS
quite helpless in the cold GRASP or
the swamp T.virr She called tUr help
in a ,j1nvrril!. voice before the strong
"lInI'on'" Of TA"uni'S fIrIn hand re
Sounded
When he SHW !irr PLIGHT h. uttered
AN exclamation of concern, and, plant
ing his feet on two firm huIunOckS, h"
graslerl her firmly and lifted her OUT Of
danger. I'm afraid you've spoiled
your shoes" be said ruefully, bending
to wipe the mud from them with his
handkerchief.
Never mind the shoes, Mr. George
said Susanna gratefully. How can |
thank you for getting me out Of that
predicament? | was walking along
With my eyes in the air. looking for
the nest of the blue heron. when | sank
in the mire.''
George arose to his tall height and
flung his big straw hat to the ground
Follow me and step wherever | DO
and I'll guarantee to show the nest
| discovered it the other day"
independent Susanna. who had di-
rected things for herself the last seven
years, walked meekly beside the farm
hand, who drew aside clmmp OF viii
lows and said, Look here" The blue
heron sailed off his nest dragging his
ungainly legs behind him. Susanna
snapped a picture Of the nest with
little pocket camera. and then they
walked across tae fields toward il"l
den's orchard.
Il suppose we may say We are ac-
auainted." smiled George whintsicaity.
hut | would like 30 start sunare with
YOU, Miss Whit more" He hesitated.
aud an anxious look came into his
bright blue eyes.
"Yes?" Susanna had Crept under the
fence and was standing on the other
side pow. overcome by an embarrass'
mept she had never felt before.
I'm got what | appear to te. Miss
Whitmnre. came down here and
tackled farm work in order to regain
my mental poise and to prepare for a
hard winters work. but If Siias Tan
! ner knew who really was he wouldn't
have me around the premises. AS for
his good wife and Miss Florine-~ WELL"
He whistled fuefniiy and looked away
toward the Tanner homestead.
SuSd uud gre" paw IOh
haven't told yet" she limited nervously,
fearful OF his confidence.
"Oh, nf course haven't! hope
you're not as narrow minded as the
rest Of 'em, hut the fact Is Fm-an &C
tort" He snapped out the word and
: repressed a grim smile IS he spoke. for
Susanna started violently. Il won't
bite" he added kindly.
Neither will l." flashed Susanna
merrily. "and am an~actress"
"What?" His eyes were sparkling
incrednlously. and he took step for
ward
Susanna Whitmore. alias Susa ma
Fay"
Not the Susanna Fay?' he asked
help,essiy.
She nodded And you?"
George MiIbank. Why. I've been
engaged to star with you this season