The citizen. [volume] (Berea, Ky.) 1899-1958, 1913-02-27

many pretty ankle was displayed
that night as toes were pointed and
courtesies made. and many a little
love scene. too. went on that night.
but I was too busy with my own az
fairs to watch what others did.
When the candles had burnt down
to their sockets and Mr. Lamb said
the band had struck. then began the
good nights. which lasted for another
half an hour. The wagons were
brought round and the horses saddled
and soon the whole gay company start.
ed like a cavalcade. Long after they
had left we could hear them singing
through the pines.
Bud saddled his horse and rode out
into the night to think Of some young
girl. ! thought. but Miss Ellen said no:
that sometimes when he became rest
less he would ride for hours and re
turn always with brighter heart
and more cheerfully take up the bur
den Of his life again. When ! babe
Miss Ellen good night on the landing
held the tips Of her fingers for a mo-
ment.
"You are my queen tonightr' cried
earnestly
She let me raise her fingers to my
lips and looked down at me In a sad.
sweet way. Then. laughing softly and
somehow, felt. little bitterly. she
said:
"Your queen Of tonight viii be your
cook again tomorrow"
Before I could reach her side. for my
Impulse was TO throw myself at her
feet and pour out my love to her. she
glided swiftly up the stairs
Within the next week ] received o
copy OF the paper with my letter In II.
prominently placed on the first page.
and n note In the same mail from the
editor congratulating me on the excel
lence OF H. He told me to send one or
two more from Georgia and then to
push on and write up the bayou cOun
ties In Louisiana He liked the din
logues and suggested that ! give more
interviews with the farmers. ! read
my letter In print. and II again struck
U
conservative readers that II was to the
sons OF the antebellum. slaveholding
families that the south had TO look for
It's regeneration and renewed prosper
ity: that II was this element which
was rebuilding the fortunes 10 that
section and not the few men from the
north who had gone there to invest
money. II ! dared to draw a picture
Of the Buds and the Ellens OF the
south how the people OF the Old com
this sunny land ana appreciate the
struggle Of its younger generation TO
overcome tn. obstacles which they mad
Inherited In consequence Of war
A tine sense OF honor had kept me
from making use OF the life at the
Pines ~ tasis for a letter. but !
Ionged TO handle the subject IA ] saw
II and TO make others see II through
my eyes and appreciate its beauty.
shut In my room away from the inffu.
ence Of Miss Ellen. OF Bud and even
OF the colonel. ! argued that such a
letter could do no harm and might In.
durp 10 murh good | do not hide from
myself even now that there was with
me certain satisfaction IN pleasing
those In the home office. nor did con
rpai from myself then the additional
prestige such a letter might give me
with my critics. The editor mad com,
plimpntsd me ON the tirsi letter What
would ne not do when he reviewed one
written with a pen guided by love ana
every word of u poured from the
hpnrif n Miss Ellen loved me. ar
gl.d. she wound only rejoice with mo
over my success And then. too. she
might not see II. This last thought
brought DIush 10 NV cheek. ara !
started up. determined 10 show nor
my letter ana tell her what ! conteD
plais0 dong
What evil genius led me to change
my mind ! do not know. II might
have been the fates OF the wishing
stone whom I mad angered by partial.
~ revealing the srSrri ! had coDndsd
10 them Hut at the time ! was pleased
10 think u was a ronnden,'e ! had no
night to ave hrr until ! mad told her
Of my love. Then too. u I, who was