Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1913-08-11
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| Valiant CORPORATION. me son see en-
| to he yetting the sharp END OF III,
stick. Perhaps he's coming wv W.,
here because they've mace II SO NJ.
for him 10 New York. Wen. l III a.. ~
balt ind this county Disappointing
.,rIa VIII that" agreed the doctor
savaeelv mo doubt he imaglnes ne
coninq TO a kindly countryside o.
gentIeehorn people with souls and I'M
3 e,inations. INen find he's lit in sec
| tion that's entirely too ready TO hacf
ar his fathers; name and prepared II
aa,,anca ia cqll him Northern scum
ana turn un it's nose at his accent
community 80 full of dyed-in-tne
wool snobbery that it would MAKE
! Boston look like a poor White par
becue. I'm sorry for him.
Mrs. Clifford having learned WIS
dom from exper 'enee, resisted ti ,'
| temptation to reply. she ineIeiS
| rocked a trife fttster and turned 9
syoile which she strove to make
amusingly depreea tive upon her nos
! Tess. lust then from the rear of the
house came a stridtnt voice:
! "Yo. Raph' ell. Ia Ike yo' hans outer
dem cherries Don yo' know eff yo
swallahs dem ar pits yo' gwinder mar
'pendegeetus en- lump up en- die?'
The sound of a 81 up and shr1i
! velp followed. and al pInd the porch
| dashed an infantile da-key, as nudt
as a black Puck, with his hands ful
of cherries. who came to sudden
demoralized stop in the embarrassing
! foreground.
"Ralph" Numbered the doctor
didn't l tell you to go back to thai
! Kitchen" ro..,
yes. suh." responded the imp. But
Ill tor
.If I see YOU out mere again,
roared the doctor, "I'll fie your ears
back-and grease you-eLnd swallow
you!" AT which grisly threat the APP
partition with shrlll shrek turned
and ran desperately for the corner
of the house.
81 hear" said the doctor resuming,
that the young man who came mere
to fix the place up has hired Uncle
jefferson and his wife to help him
Who's responsible for that interest
ing information?"
"Rickey Snyder" said Mrs Mason
shes got a spy glass rugged up III
a sugar tree at Miss Matte Sues
and she saw them pottering around
there this morning
Little limb!'' exclaimed Mrs. Gif-
ford with emphasis. ] can't imagine
what Shirley cambridge was thinking
of when she brought that lowborn
child out of her sphere"
Something like a g1owl came from
the doctor as he struck open the
sereen-door. 1Iimh.' I'll bet ten
dollars she's an angel in a cedar tree
at a church fair compared with some
better born young ones l know OF
who are only fit to live when they've
got the scarlet fever and who ought
to be in the reforlnatory long ago.
And as for Shirley cambridge, it's
my opinion she and her mother and
few others like her have got about
the only drops of the milk of human
kindness in this whole abandoned
community"
Dreadful mani" said Mrs Clifford,
soto voce, as the door banged vicious
ly. ITO think of his being born a
Southall! Sometimes I can't believe
it,"
Mrs. Mason shook her head and
smiled "Ah. but that isn't the real
DR.. Southall," she said. That's only
his She'll"
I've heard that he has another
SIDE" responded the other with guard
ed grimness, but if he has, l wish
he'd manage to show it sometimes
Mrs. Mason took off her glasses and
wiped them carefully. L saw 1t when
my husband died." she said softly.
THAT was before you came. They
were old friends, you know. He was
sick almost a year and the doctor
used to carry him out here on the
porch every day in his arms, like a
child. And then, when the typhus
came that summer among the ne
groes, he quarantined himself with
| them-the only white man there-and
| treated and nursed them and buried
the dead with his own hands, till it
was stamped out. That's the real DR..
Southall."
The rocker vibrated in silence for a
| moment Then Mrs. Clifford said: II
never knew before that he had any
thing to do with that duel. Was he
! one of Valt1nt's seconds"
YES" said Mrs Mason; land the
major WAS the other I was a little
| girl when it happened. ! can barely
repemher it. but it made a big sensa-
| ton"
"And over a love-affair!" exclaimed
| Mrs Clifford in the tone of one to
| whom romance was daily bread
81 suppose it was"
! why, my dear, OF course. it was
4 That's always been the story. What
on earth have men to fight duels
! about. except us women? They only
| pretend it's cards or horses. Trust
me, there's always pair of silk
stockings OF the bottom of il. Girls
! are SO ughtless-though you and /
were just as bad / suppose, if we
emily remenbered!-and they don't re-
alize that it's sometimes serious
thing to tribe with a man. That is
Of course. if he's of a certain type. |
think our Virginian girls flirt outrage
cEsly They quit only at the church
door Though / will say they generally
stop them and they take mans
ring without any idea whatever of the
sacredness of an engagement You
remember lisa Eustis, who married
The man from Petersburg? She was
engaged to two men at once. and used
TO wear whichever ring belonged to
the one who was coming to see her,
One day they came together. She
was in the yard when they stopped at
the horse block. Well, she tied her
handkerchief round her hand and said
she'd burned herself pulling candy.
| (No, neither one of them was the man
from Petersburg) When she was
married, one of them wrote her and
asked for his ring. 1t had seven dia-
monds set in the shape of q cross. I'm