Abbeville progress. (Abbeville, Vermilion Parish, La.) 1913-1944, 1913-07-26
10 which she drew her fathers atten-

to which she drew her fathers atten-
ton:
"Half-past nine! How fashionable
we areI And when are you going "
get us up to Antelope. Mr.. McVeign'
Mcveigh studied the clock ponoer-
ingly as he felt in his breast pocket
for his toothpick.
WELL" he said, "if we leave mere
ut ten and make good time the nun
way-it's up hill pretty much WIZ
out a break-Ill get you there ABOUT
midnight"
She made a little grimace.
And 1t will be much colder. won
It" .
Colder n colder. You'll be goln
higher with every step. Antelope
on the slope OF the Sierra. and you
can't expect to be warm up there III
the end Of January"
III you hadn't wanted to come
said her father, you'd have oeen
: just about getting ready for Mrs. ny
} ans ball Isn't this about the magic
hour when you begin to lay Oh 'ne
:. first layer Of war-paint?"
] The girl looked at the clock, NOD
: ding with a faint, reminiscent smile
d Just about" she said. ia nave
p been probably looking at my dress
laid out on the bed and saying to my
/ self, Now wonder If it's worth whlie
: getting into that thing and having
= all the bother of going to this pah
o On the evenings when l go ou'
II there's always a stage when that nap
e pens"
T. McVeigh, with his toothpick In rul
n operation, looked at her. admiring an'
r half comprehending. for the first tlm'
lie feeling himself an outsider. Sh'
Is caught his eye, read its meaning AM
Re with the quick tact of a delicate ia
ic ture, said:
to Its Mrs. Cornelius Ryan In Sal
s. Francisco. She has a ball to-nlgh
in and l was going, but l came up her
Mt with papa instead. l don't care 10
ST. balls"
Sort Of late to be primping up 10
,r. a ball." said McVeigh, restoring ID
ne toothpick to his pocket and pushin
back his. chair. ''Ill go and have
az look at the horses. And, Governo
N If you'll be ready in fifteen minute
q I'll be round at the porch waiting.
lar Cannon nodded, and, as the drive
an dumped off over the board floor. sa
rs. to his daughter:
nm 81 wonder IL Dominick RyanU
in there-at the ball, mean. His mot
on er's made up her mind not to reco
a nize the woman he's married, and
+ed freeze her out, but / wonder II she
I'd have the nerve not to ask her
are night"
m. 81 don't see how she could do that
IN. said the girl. This is one Of Z
ad largest balls ever given in San Fra
but cisco. She can't leave her son o.
q and she couldn't ask him without |
ere wife"
We Couldn't she?" said the old ma
of with a narrowing Of his eyes and
ate knowing wag of his head. You DO
and know Della Ryan. / do. I've kno'
mis- her forty years. ever since she
svl. first married and did washing on
urt. back porch of her shanty In virgin
h a City. She was a good deal OF VIC
was an then, a strong, brainy woman, a
she's the same to-day, but hard
nut nails. I'll bet hat she hasn't ash
hat Dominicks wife to that ball.
u a What do you suppose he'll d
her asked the daughter, somewhat agh
inc at this glimpse at the Ryan fan
jlky skeleton.
cen. Don't ask me such conundrul
&lxoAt oil
med I'm glad I'm NOT III H. 'na O.
ntic know. Wheh two "ohHn ~ nv
,uch I'm ready to step quietly down
carl. out. I never to my knowledge
Inns Dominick's wife, but I've heard alb
ca. her. and take 1t she's a pretty d