The Madisonian. (Richmond, Ky.) 1913-1914, 1913-02-19

client, but I am willing to cake a
chance on you" confidently. And be-
sides. these girls have been badgering
the life out Of you. It's time somebody
took pity laughing.
The mayor put his lips close to the
girls rosy ear.
Honest" he said. hope to die. I've
never had SO much fun In all my life
but that bill business is dangerous,
and I'd like to get through with the
ordeal honorably. can use today,
and as small expression of my
gratitude. I'll send you the jolliest big
box or candy in Chicago as / pass
| through"
Thank you she said. her eyes
| dancing. 'Fll leave the selection to
you"
An hour later Bedight, astride
good horse, was galloping toward
| Bordeau, railroad crossing ten miles
to the north. Arriving at the station
he sent a telegram, ate a typical meal
at a typical country hotel. and started
back. He reached the cross roads at
dusk and let his tired mount plod
| leisurely homeward.
Saturday morning broke clear and
tense after sweltering night. The
sun was copper colored and the leaves
upon the crest, where they were wont
to bow and curtsey to the zephyr's
breath, hung listless in the simmer
ing heat At breakfast, none looked
refreshed and Mine Host complained
OF drought. Pauline, the cook, whose
eggs were always soft-boiled to q
creamy elasticity and whose toast was
ever golden brown and delicious,
fretted the former into blue-black
globules surrounded by leathery gela-
tine. while the latter was burned and
desiccated to bareback condition de-
cidedly disappointing TO her usually
delighted followers. The thermometer,
to all fntents and purposes, was so
basely ambitious as to seemingly have
no other desire than to climb higher
and higher in its relentless rise.
Come on, Mr.. Bedight," exclaimed
Molly Mcconnell row me over to
Waxelbaum's Point. l want to sketch
La Weeks cabin, the remaining relic
of what was once the oldest trading
post in the state. 1t is tumbledown
and ramshackle and will make a fine
study. / was by there a week ago on
a calm day and the reflection in the
placid water was almost as realistic
as the old log-pile itself A photo
graph taken when ] saw the cabin
would puzzle the beholder to tell
which was the cabin and which the
reflection. Today promises to be still
and bids fair to afford me an oppor-
tunity to get just the right atmos-
phere. I'll be ready in ten minutes. -
She came down to the dock. her
black eyes dancing in anticipation.
Bedight packed her outfit IN the prov
of the boat along with the lunch
basket. held the boat firmly against
the dock as she put her dainty foot
upon the stern seat. and dipped grace
fully into position, magazine under
her arm and q camera slung across
; her shoulder.
AS the mayor took the oars he look
ed at her-bareheaded, her lustrous
black locks defying the sun, her full
tempting lips shaping perfect cupid's
bow, saucy little dimple on each side
of a well-rounded cheek. and teeth as
white as milk-coral through which the
laughter trilled and rippled like q
: singing spring across its minty way.
Surely man might well be sen.
fenced for life to such a woman's
whim, while but days service were
as an hour in Naples after a hard
passage!
Molly Mcconnell had one of those
daring, unconventional temperaments
that bespoke a woman of full blood
and spirit, a being of beauty and
grace and voluptuous constancy. TIC
THE man she would be all in all, rein.
ing queen of his heart, laughing al
afinities, scorning jealousies, holding
him secure with her mental and phys
tcal charms.
The lake was calm and through Its
mirrored depths long strands of weed
, and marsh grass could be seen stream
ing upward in the shallow places. Not
even a ripple stirred the surface and
the sun reflected from the sheening