The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1913-11-19
CHAPTER XXX.
Tournament Day.

The noon sun of tournament day
shone brilliantly over the village
drowsy no longer. for many vehicles
were hitched at the curb, or moved
lsisurely along the leafy street: big
csuvas-topped country wagons drawn
by shaggyshoofed horses and set with
chairs that had bumped and jostled
their holiday loads from outlying TO-
Dacco plantation and stuffarm; sober
Oacco plantation and stud-farm; sober
spitngless buckboards, frivolous side
OAR runabouts and antique shays re
surrected from the primeval depths
OF cobwabbed stables. relics OF tar
pished grandeur and faded fortune
lere and there q motor crept, bill.
Rus and replete beetle among insects
oiwider wing. Knots OF high-booted
mn converged on street corners. meu
handcuffed, 1t would seem. to their
wnips. children romped and ran
hther and thither; and through all
s1ted a varicolored stream Of negroes.
lalo and female, good-natured and
Oluble. For tournament day was q
ounty event. and the annual sport Of
Qe quality had long outstripped even
%cus day In general popularity.
At midday vehicles resolved them.
seees into n-booths--hamrers
slowed away beneath the seats. dis
oiodng all manner OF picnic edibles-
thecOurt-house yard was an array of
grae-spread tablecloths. and an air
Of 1enty reigned.
Within Mrs. Merryweather Mecon's
broh house hospitality sat enthro ncd
andthe generous diningroom was
heldby a regiment of feminine out
often acQuaintances. At intervals
Auni Charity, the cook. issued from
the ftchen to peer surreptitIously
throyh the room door With vast de-
light
.DF cert'n'y do take ahtah dat fried
chicA," she said to old Jereboam,
oeen'ressed into perspiring tray-ser-
vice. Dey got all de Mefod:s' preach
ans evan see laid In de shade dis
day. Hyuh. hyuh,"
led dey has Hyuh! hyuh!"
echoe Jereboam huskily
ThMason yard, an hour later. was
an Gtve encampment OF rocking
chair and din OF conversation
floate out over the pink oleanders.
whostubs had achieved fresh coat
or britt green paint .Or the occa.
sion. Mis- Poly Gifford--a guest or
the dr-here sbone resplenden:.
TT Young folks are counting
mighty on the dance tonight" OBJ
serve, Mrs. Livy Stowe. Of Seven
Oaks. Even the Baokner girls have
got NJ ball dresses"
"Imrovident | call it," said Mrs.
0iffor They can't AFFORD such
things with Park Hill mortgaged up
10 theroos TIE way II u.s."
Mrs Mason.s soft apolog etic alto
interpted. They're sweet girls, and
we're ever young hut once. I think
It Vase fine Of Mr.. Valiant TO offer
to givs he ball. hear he's motored
to Charlottesville three or four times
for lfn3, though understand he's
poor enO,gh since he gave up his
mons as he did. What a~princely
act hat was"
"e-e-es.' agreed Mrs. Clifford. "but
a litle--wtat shall call it?-precipi-
touf II were married to man
likethai should ALWAYS be In terror
Of 10 adopting an orphan asylum or
tuning Republican or something
eqRily impossible
He's good!looking enough for most
giis to be willing to risk It," returned
Ms. Stowe. Ito say nothing of d wild
Oy or two might MENTION" she add
et graphically.
Il believe you" said Mrs. Clifford
With emphasis. we all k,ow who
yu mean. Why any woman cant
b satisfied with having had one hus-
Ind l can't see."
The other pursed her lips. II know
ONE women with live husbands for
hat matter" she said, who, II the
ruth were told. aren't either. It's
lSclxy there's no marriage In heaven
r there'd be precious mix-up before
hey got through with it,
We'll" Mrs. Clifford rejoined, "the
Bible may say there's no marriage or
giving in marriage in heaven. but II
see Poly there. III say to them,
Flock here. That's mine, and all you
women angels keep your wings on
him., >,
The listening phalanx relaxed in
smiles. Presently Mrs. Mason said:
Il was at Miss Matte Sues the
'other day. Mr.. Valiant bad just called
on her. She was tremendously pleas
ed. She said he was the living image
|of his father
"Oh, it never occurred to me-" cried
IRE Clifford, In some excitement. that
pc might be able to guess who The
oman was at the bottom of that old
Ssel. But Miss Matte Sue Is so ever
hsingly close-mouthed," she added,
VIII an aggravated sigh. "She never
let's out anything. Why, I've been
~ fr~vs ~ an nut ri.