The Fitzgerald leader. (Fitzgerald, Irwin County, Ga.) 19??-1912, 1912-04-02
Delayed in
Transit

Corson smiled to himself as the
camp came in sight VIXEN he rounded
the point in his frail canoe. 1t was
the first time that Corson had smiled
in some weeks, for he had passed G.
dolorous summer in town. At the
camp, he was sure to find rest from
the doubts that assailed him, for in
the woods Charley Corson forgot even
Lillian Blakslee.
1t was not an easy matter to forget
Lillian, for Lillian had been the cause
of his wretched summer. He had let
the Blakslees have the camp for the
hot months. His business kept him in
town through what Corson called the
"scorching season." but he had taken
pleasure in the thought that Lillian
was in camp and learning to love it
"a much as he did.
Next year he hoped that there would
be June wedding, and July honey
moon in the camp. There was moth
ing more than an understanding be-
tween them, but Lillian had made it
plain what her answer would be when
Corson spoke, and as the weeks sped
by, and her letters grew more and
more irregular, Corson first grew
puzzled, then worried.
Even when they broke camp Corson
did not learn the fact until after
they had left the woods. Mrs. Blaks-
lees note Of thanks limited at an ear
lier letter, but there was none from
Lillian, and Mrs. Blakslee did not
speak Of her. In spite Of the thanks,
there was a tinge of GOODNESS and re-
serve in her note that made Corson
more doleful than ever. He and Mrs.
Blakslee were great chums. Now she
seemed to share Lillian's dislike.
He had welcomed the news that the
camp was again at his disposal, for
in the woods he could forget his
troubles for time, and find the rest
that he sought. The camp might re-
mind him of Lillian, but with rod or
gun he could conjure the vision away.
He padded to shore, and was de-
lighted to find that the camp had been
| left in perfect order. The Blakslees
had brought their servant with them,
and it was only necessary TO remove
the board shutters from doors and
windows, give things q busting and
set up housekeeping. Before long a
pot of coffee was pertaining the air,
and bacon was sizzling in the pan.
The supper things out OF the way,
Corson fred his pipe, and made the
round of the camp. He had reached
the rough road that ran at the rear Of
the camp, when he encountered the
dead stump that two years before had
been used as the mail box for a pri-
vate mail delivery. Teddy Griscom
had been in camp with him that year.
and it was Teddy who induced one Of
the farmers to make tri-weekly trips
with the mail. Ted had fixed up the
stump as their private box.
There was cunningly contrived
+ door in the opposite side OF the trunk,
and Corson glanced in to see how
much the stump had decayed since
the year before.
To his surprise he found that the
cavity was half filed with letters and
in fash he realized that the Blaks-
lees servant, recently landed emf
grant, had mailed the letters here.
It was all clear enough now. He
carefully did them up in a bundle and
then he sat down to write a letter If
explanation.
81 never supposed that the letters
had been delayed in transit" he con-
Guided, "and blame myself for not
understanding what the. matter was. I
should have removed the slot from
the tree, but l didn't suppose that
even a newly-arrived 'greeny' would
suppose that Uncle Sam had mali
boxes scattered through the woods. 1t
was delight to get so many letters
from you all at once, but l will swap
the lot for one little letter containing
the single word Yes"
He made special trip to the viIlass