Licking Valley courier. [volume] (West Liberty, Ky.) 19??-current, 1913-08-07

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the day, for we both laughed into each
others eyes a second time, and before
we realized it we were within whisper
ing distance.
"No, / don't-don'tHneed any dog"
said softly, hardly CHANGING out from
under my lashes because was afraid
to risk looking straight at him again
so soon. l could fairly feel Aunt Ade-,
lines eyes boring into my back.
ut would take the hydra headed
monster of-may bring my mother to
call on you and the-Mrs. Henderson,
he asked and poured the wonder smile
all over me. Again / almost caught
my breath.
II do wish you would, Aunt Adeline
is so fond of Mrs Wade!" said in a
positive 1utter that l hope he didn't
see, but / am afraid he did, for he
hesitated rs If he wanted to say some
thing to calm me, then bowed merci-
fully and went on down the street
He didn't put on the hat he had held
in his hand all the while he stood by
the fence until he had looked back and
bowed again. Then l felt still more
huttered as went into the house, but
received the third cold plunge of the
day when reached the front hall.
MARY" said Aunt Adeline in voice
that sounded as If it had been buried
and never resuTected, ''if you are 60
ing to continue in such an unseemly
course Of conduct | hope you will re-
move your mourning, which is an emp
ty mockery and an insult to my own
widowhood"
Eyes, Aunt Adeline, I'll 60 take it
Off this very minute" / heard myself
answer her airily to my own astonish-
ment might have known that If l
ever got one Of those smiles 1t would
60 TO my head Without another word
sailed into my room and closed the
door softly.
wonder If God could have realized
what a tender thing he was leaving
exposed to life in the garden of the
world after he had finished making a
woman? Tradltionally, we are Great
ed out of rose leaves and star dust and
ine harmony of the winds. but we need
steel chain netting to. $,Rf us. Slow
ly unbuttoned that black dress that
symbolized the ending of six years Of
the blackness of married life, from
which had been powerless to fend
myself, and the rosy, dimpllng thing
in snowy lingerie with tags of blue
ribbon that stood in front Of my mir
ror was rs new born as any other hour
old similar bundle OF linen and lace
in Hillsboro, Tenn. Fortunately, an
old, year before last, white lawn dress
could be pulled from the top shelf of
the closet in n hurry, and the Molly
that came out Of that room was ready
for llfe-and lot of It quick and fast.
And again, fortunately. Aunt Adellne
had retired with a violent headache
and black Judy was carrying her in O
hot water bottle with broad grin on
her face. Judy sees the world from
the kitchen window and understands
everything. She had laid large thick
letter on the hall table where couldn't
fail to see II.
took possession Of II and carried II
to n bench In the garden that backs NJ
against the purple sprayed lllacs and
is nanked by two rows OF tall purple
and white Iris that stand In line ready
for Virginia reel with n delicate row
Of the poets narcissus across the broad
path. | love my flowers. | love then
swaying on their stems in the wind
and | like TO snatch them and crust
the life out of them against my breas
and face. have been TO bed ever!
night this spring with bunch Of coo
violets against my cheek, aud fee
that am going to dirt with my tai
row of hollyhocks as soon as they arr
old enough to hold up their heads anC
take notice. They. always remind m,
of very stately gentlemen, and ! hav,
wondered II the fluffy little butter ant
eggs weren't shaking their RULES a
them.
A real love letter ought to be like
cream pun with drop Of dynamite i
1t. Alfred's was that kind. | felt warn
and happy down TO my toes as | rea,
II, and turned around so old Lila
Bush couldn't peep over my shoulde
at what he said.
He wrote from Rome this time
where he had been sent on some sol
Of diplomatic mission to the Vatican
and his letter about the ancient cit
on her seven hills was prose poer
in itself was so interested that
read on and on and forgot II was a
most toast-apple time.
or course anybody that is anybod
would be interested In Father Tibe
and the old Coliseum, but what mad
me forget the one slice Of dry tooe
and the apple was tho way he SCENE
20 be connecting me up with all thos
wonderful old antiquities that had neN
or even seen me. Because Of me he In
felt and written that poem descripdv
Of old Tiber, aud the moonlight had u
: up the old Coliseum Just because
was over here lighting up Hlllsbor'
Tenn, with Mr.. Carter dead, OF cours
, that is not the way he. put It all, br
there is no place to really copy whG
he did say down into this imp bool
, Anyway that Is the sentiment he O.
pressed when II is boiled down an
sugnred OF.
,, That's Just what | mean. Love Dol
! cd down and sugarod OF is mighty al
to get an explosive flavor, and one ha