Oxford Democrat., 1913-08-26

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bones from mental and physical exer-
else. Still. he does live in Hillsboro.
and won't let myself know how my
heart aches at the thought Of leaving
nv home and other things. It's up IN
nv throat and seem always to be
swallowing 1t. the last few days.
All the men who write me letters
seem to get themselves wound up Into
skyrocket and then let themselves
explode in the last paragraph, ana II
always upsets my nerves was just
about to begin to cry again over the
last words of the Judge when the only
bright spot in the day SO far suddenly
happened. Pet Buford blew in with
the pinkest cheeks and the brightest
ewes I had seen since l looked In the
mirror the night Of the dance She was
In an awful hurry.
"Molly. dear" she said. with her
words literally falling over themselves.
'Tom says you'll give us some OF your
dinner leftovers to take for lunch In
the auto. for we are going way out to
| Waype county to see some awfully
fine tobacco he has heard Is there. l
don't want to ask mother. for she
won't let me 60. and his mother. II ne
asked her. will begin to talk about us.
Tom said come to you and you would
understand and fix It quick. He SAID
kiss you for him and tell you he said
Come on In. the waters fine Isn't
he q toke?" And we kissed and laugh
ed and packed a basket. and kissed
and laughed again for goodby. I felt
amused and happy for few minutes
and also deserted It's very good
thing for a woman's conceit to find out
how many Of her lovers are just make
believes. may have needed Toms
DETECTION.
Anyway, don't know when ever
was 80 glad to see anybody rs ! was
| when Mrs. Johnson came in the front
door. A woman who has proved to
her own satisfaction that marriage is
failure is at times q great tonic to
other women. / needed tonic badly
this morning. and got It.
"Well. from all my long experience,
Molly" she said Us she seated herself
and began to hem dish towel with
long. steady stabs. Husbands are just
stick candy in different jars. They
may look a little different, but they all
taste alike and you soon get tired OF
them. In two months you won't know
the difference In being married to Al
Bennett and Mr.. Carter and you'll have
to 90 on living with him maybe hfty
years. Luck doesn't strike twice In
the same place and you can't count on
losing two husbands. AIS father was
Mr.. Johnson's first cousin and had
more crochets and worse. he bad 81
lent spells that lasted week and
family prayers three times a day.
though he got drunk twice year for a
month at a time. Al looks very much
like him"
"Mrs. Johnson said after min
ute's silence, while had decided
whether or not I had better tell her
all about It Qf woman's In love
with her husband you can't trust her
to keep a secret. but l decided to try
Mrs. Johnson). II really am not en-
gagged exactly to Alfred Bennett.
though I suppose he thinks 30 by now
II he has got the answer to that tele-
gram. But-but something has made
me-made me think about Judge Wade
that Is. he-what do you think or
him, Mrs. JohnsonT | concluded IN
the most pltifully perplexed tone OF
voice
"All alike. Molly: all as much alike
as peas In pod: all except John
Moore. who's the only exception IN all
the male tribe | ever met! His marry
ing once was Just accidental and must
be forgiven him. She fell In love with
him while he was treating her for ty'
pboid. when his back was turned. as It
were. and 1t was Gods own kindness
| in him that made him marry her when
he found out how II was with the poor
thing. There's not woman IN this
town who could marry. that wouldn't
marry him at the drop Of his hat: but
thank goodness. that hat will never
drop and I'll have one sensible man to
comfort and doctor me down Into my
old age. Now. Just look at that. Mr.
Johnson's come home here In the MID
die of the morning and I'll have to get
that old paper hunted out OF his desk
| for him last night wonder how he
.ame to forget it!- Tt's funny how
Mrs. johnson always knows what Mr..
| Johnson wants before he knows HIM
,elf and gets 1t before he asks for It!
Az she went out the gate tbe post.
,an eame In. and at the sight Of an
other letter my heart ngain skunk OF
into my slippers and my brain seemed
about to back up In corner and re-
fuse to work. In fash It came to me
that men oughtn't to write letters to
women very much-they really don't
plow deep enough: they just irritate
the top soil. took this mIssive from
Alfred, counted all the fifteen pages.
but It out of sight under book. looked
Dut the window and saw the ginger
barber coming dejectedly around to
The side gate from the kitchen-l knew
The scene he had had with Judy about
The bottle encounters Of the night be-
iore-snw Mr.. Johnson shoOed OF
down the street by Mrs. Johnson: saw
Ilhe doctors car go chucking hurriedly
in the garage. and then my spirit turn