The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-06-20
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the front door without even looking in Judge Wade'Ssdirection though he had waved his hatIwfth one-of his mothers own smiles rwhen he had seen her be fore did One of my most impossible habits is when sthere sis nothing else to do I laugh. I did it4then and it saved the day, forsHTe both laughed into each others eyesSa second time, and before we srealizeC-H we sSVereswithin whisper ing distance.
 ~No, donst1onst-med, any. dog," I saidssoftly, hardly glancing out from under my lasEaes because I was afraid to risk docking straight at him again so soon I could fairly feel Aunt Ade7 lines, eyess boring into my back
 @It would take the hydra headed monster oE-may I bring my mother to call on you andsthe-Adrs Henderson 2'' he asked andSpoured the wonder smile all over me < Again T almost caught my rbreath-
 ''I do wish, you%wou1d, Aunt AdeHne is sosfondSof Mrs. Wade!'' I said in q positive fiutter that I hope he didn't see, but gI am afraid he did, for he hesftztedKas if sIne wanted to say some thing to Scalm me, then bowed merci- fully and went on down the street He didn't put on the hat he had held in his .handS aIt the while he steod by the fenceR1zr5iTszae had looked back and bowed again. Then E felt still more duttered as ItSVenf into the shouse, but recekEedpthesth1Ud cold plunge of st11e day when 5sDeachedt~the front hail
 AeMary, sa1n A1nt Adelfne Tn a voice that sounded as if it had been buried and never resufnected, t1fEyous are go- ing to- continue 1Z1 such an unseeTnly course of condnct sT zlopeSyou will re-
 
 ty mookery andEans s1nsultsto my own wadoEzhood-''
 ~sKeS. AuntssAdeNne, I5fzg take it off this 1very sm1n11tEa.' p T 1learda1nyseif answer Shersair1l to my 0wnFastonish- mnt l. might have; aZnown%4hat If I ever got lone fEthosessmfIs ftswOuld 20 to mxsheadG Without a1sotherword I sailed dnto fn1y ToomAand=close the doorsoftIy
 I vponzdersif. God -couid sfEaave areaiized what a tender thing he was leaving expoSedSSt0 life sin the garden of the world after he shad finished making a woman2 TradfdOna1Iy, we are creAt- ed ont ofHoseszeaEeS and star dustand the hamonyo of ,the~Efnz1s, butswe need q steel chain;nettingeto fend GUS. Slow Iy I unbuttoned that black dress that symboIized the sending of six years Of the h4acknesssoI .aAEnarried life, from which I had 4been, 'powerless to fend myself, and the snoEy, dim bling thing an snowy Hngerzei with tags of blue ribbon that stood dns front of my mir TOT -was5as EnewSboEnsas any%other, hour old similar bund1ee of linen and lace tn Hiusboro, Tenn Fortunately. an old, year be4oresdast, Swh1te lawn dress could be. puIAeds from Sthe top shelf of the closets in Ehurry, and the Molly that cameA Aout<of%thatFrcom was ready for Iffe-anlAa Iottef t-quick and fast
 Ands agafn, Fortunately, Aunt Ade4fne had retired with a violent headache and black Judy 3wass carrying her in a hot water bottIe9FzithA a. broad grine on her face JudE.sSees the world from the skitchen wiIdow and understands everything. SIteshad laid a &rge thick letter on the. hafRztatAes swhere couldn't fan to see it.
 took possession+of. it and, carried it to a bench in the garden. that backs up against che purple sprayed ilacs and is fanked by ~tvxoErows of tall purple and Vvfxftesfrfsz lin line ready for asEfrgfrSfa reeISwifh delicate row Df fhespoee' ee's.narc7ssus across the broad path. Hove smyFdowers. I love them Ewayfng lon their stems in the wind, and I HkeJtos snatch them and crush Ehe life out of themg against. my breast and face. I have been to bed every night thissspring, with bunch of cool Eiolets against my cheek, and I feel That am going to thirt with my tall row of hoI1yhocks ias soon as they are pld enoughito holdsup their heads and lake notice. They, always remind me of very stately.gentIemen and I have wondered if the fluffy little butter and eggs; weren't shaking their ruffles at them.
 A reakslove letter ought to be like a creAmsEuf with a drop of dynamite in It. AIfredstwas Hhat kind. felt warm and happy down4to my toes as read 1t, and turned around so old Lilac Bush couldn't peep over my shoulder at what hessaid
 He wrote from Rome this time, where he had been sent on some sort of diplomatic mission to the Vatican, and his letter about the ancient city on her seven hills was a prose poem in itself I was so interested that I read on and on and forgot it was al- moststoast-appIe time.
 Of course anybody that is anybody would be interested in Father Tfber and the old Coliseum, but what made me forget the one slice of dry toast and the apple was the way he seemed 10 be connecting me up with all those wonderful old antiquities that had nev- CT even seen me. Because of me he had Felt and written that poem descriptive of oEd Tiber, and the moonlight had lit mp the old Coliseum just because I sves over here lighting up HiIlsboro, Eenn-, with MT. Carter dead Of course snzE is not the way he put it all, but khere is no place to really copy what he did say down into this imp book. Anyway, that is the sentiment he ex- pressed when it is boiled down and sugared off
 That's just what mean Love boil