The citizen. [volume] (Berea, Ky.) 1899-1958, 1913-04-03

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table and left the room. Hugh Dun
meade was held by his neighbours nn'l
hitherto had been accounted 10y hts
son a good man. n just judge and nm
exemplary citizen. His dicta. judicial
and private. carried great weight In the
by no questions of-not having formu.
lated the disturbing doubt. John called
II propriety.
u hope" Judge Dunmeade contin.
ued. you aren't falling into your aunt 8
habit Of looking u gift horse In the
mouth !"
Then it-thls nominatlon-wlll he q
gift from MurchelT'
You couldn't have II otherwise"
"And yon see nothing wrong In
that7'
II myself should I've glad TO have his
support for any office ! might seek Z"
The judge regarded this answer rs
sufficient TIN glad you have H. II
shows his friendship for us continues
And" he cleared his throat signiti.
cantly, 1T augurS well for other hon
ors to hem our family"
Two little crrnses settled between
Johns eyes.
Miss Roberta was n vigorous spin.
ster OF sixty whose caustic tongue
tried not always successfully. to hide
the kindly impulses Of her heart She
was lady of many violent dislikes
and few equally violent friendships
Later In the evening she found John
alone on the western porch staring up
into the sky. The prophecy Of the
mornings red sunrise was about TO be
fulfilled. II was evident that n storm
was brewing
Steve IIampden." Miss Roberta re
marked in carefully casual tone. is
home. And Katherine" she added.
Yes nerlgently.
You 20 and call on her Go TO.
night"
Cant ! have" he yawnrd IAN
appointment with the sandman
didn't sleep much last night Won't
she keep? She seemed healthy enough
tie red headed tomboy. she was"
she mightn't stay long Miss
Roberta's tone implied that this con
ingency would be little short Of ca.
lamitous. And Warren Blake Is dane
Ing after her already"
Dear Aunt Roberta. Warren never
In his life did anything so frivolous as
dancing Why are you In such a hur-
ry to have me fall IN loveT"
81 don't want you 10 grow old and
crabbed aud lonesome-like me"
why why. Aunt Roberta. ! didn't
know you felt that way. You mustn't.
you know" he said gravely. and pat
ted her hand affectionately, from
which unwonted demonstration she
hastily matched IL away.
He laughed There's time enough
for mating anyhow. I'm only thirty;
and. besides. what could offer girl.
even II ! were 50 reckless as TO fall In
lover
Yourself" Miss Roberta could not
entirely rcpreSs n hint OF pride.
Those spcciacles you're always los
Ing must L. rose ColOred. Id want TO
offer something more than myself,
Aunt Roberta something OF achieve
ment that would prove my worth. |
couldn't love woman who could care
for a little. futile man When I've
done something. then
IL know what you're thinking. John
ny. Don't 20 into politics"
"I've got Ia. ] don't want to go all
my life rs ! have done. drudging along
for little money. drying up in the
routine. my outlook narrowing I'd
have nothing 10 show in justification
of my living Why I'D be- no better
than Warren Blake. Aunt Roberta"
One might hy stretch of the i'm
,gination. have called the sound Miss
Roberta emitted n laugh.
Across Main street from the court
house square scene OF Daniel Web.
'ter's famous speech. the war time
aud the annual rally
stands rel brick. white porticoed
mansion IN the style we distinguish as
colonial This house was built In the
,arly thirties 10y Thomas Dunmeade,
ounder of New Chelsea. then In his
,ightieth year. a period Of life when
his thoughts should have been center.
d on heavenly glories. but were, In
act, busted with the cares and vani-
les OF this world.
Thomas lived just long enough to
install himself In the new house. Then
lie died in an apoplectic fit following
chOleric denunciatlon OF Andrew
Jackson. The title to the house de- /
cended To the pioneers son. Robert, a
gentleman of parts. who, as founder ,
4 the -four mills. brought commercial .
consequence and as congressman for I
ne term the honors OF craftsmanship |
o the town OF his nativity. His son
vas Hugh. the soldier and later the
Judge OF the house OF Dunmeade.
Miss Roberta and John were sitting |
nder a tree In the front yard. II was
'abbath afternoon In New Chelsea.
IL wonder" unused Miss Roberta.
how Steve IIampden liked the ser
nOni"
"IIe probably wasn't listening"
warren Blake walked home from