The Grenada sentinel. [volume] (Grenada, Miss.) 1868-1955, 1913-02-28

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the lie 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 nv life
but that bill business is dangerous,
and Ia like to get through with the
ordeal honorably. can use today.
and as a small expression of nv
gratitude. III send you the jolliest big
Dox OF candy in Chicago as l pass
through"
Thank you." she said, her eyes
dancing. I'll leave the selection to
you"
An hour later Bedight, astride a
good horse, was galloping toward
bordeau, a 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 a sweltering night. The
sun was copper colored and the leaves
upon the crest, where they we're wont
to bow and curtsey to the zephyr's
breath. hung l~istless in the simmer
Ing heat. At breakfast, none looked
refreshed and Mine Host complained
OF drought. Pauline, the cook, whose
eggs we're 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 a bareback condition de
cidedly disappointing to her usually
delighted followers. The thermometer
to all intents and purposes, was SC
basely ambitious as to seemingly have
no other desire than to climb higher
and higher in it's relentless rise.
Come on. Mr.. Bedight," exclaimed
Molly Mcconnell, row me over t.
Waxelbaum's Point. | want to sketch
La Weeks cabin. the remaining relic
OF what was once the Oldest trading
post In the state. 1t is tumbledowr
and ~ramshackle and will make a fin,
study. was by there a week ago OF
. calm day and the reflection In tn,
placid water was almost as realisti,
as the old log-pile itself. A photo
graph taken when I saw the cabil
would puzzle the beholder to tel
which was the cabin and which thu
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 tho dock, he
black eyes dancing in anticipation
Bedight packed her outfit in the prov
Of the boat along with the lunc1
basket, held the boat firmly agains
the dock as she put her dainty foo
upon the stern seat. and dipped grace
fully into position, a magazine unde
her arm and a camera slung acros
her shoulder.
AS the mayor took the oars he lool
ed at her-bareheaded. her lustrou
black locks defying the sun. her ful
tempting lips shaping a. perfect cupid
bow. a saucy little dimple on each sid
Of a well-rounded cheek. and teeth a
; white as milk-coral through which tn
laughter trilled and rippled like
singing spring across Its minty way.
Surely a mar might well be ser
| fenced for life to such a woman
whim. while but a days service wer
as an hour In Naples after a har
passage!
Molly Mcconnell had one Of thos
daring. unconventional temperament
: that bespoke a woman Of full bloc
J and spirit. a being OF beauty an
grace and v%oluptuous constancy. T
, THE mar she would be all in all. reir
ing queen Of his heart. laughing q
aflnities, scorning %jealousies. holdin
him secure with her mental and ply
r ical charms.
l The lake was calm and through II
mirrored depths long strands Of wee
!, and marsh grass could be seen strean
ing upward in the shallow places. Nc
even a ripple stirred the surface an
the sun reflected from the sheenin