Mansfield mirror., 1913-01-09

lucbuuy, amy
Wednesday. Harriet Brooks
Thursday, Margaret Farnsworth
Friday. Alice Mason
Saturday. Molly Mcconnell
"Sunday-open date for repentance
Monday, Cleo Summers
Tuesday, Lucille Walters
"Wednesday. Bess Winters
Thursday. Jack" Vining
1T comes to our knowledge that you
are very deslrous OF reaching your
district on the Saturday night follow
ing, where you are to open your cam
paigu. Should you prove yourself
perfect gentleman during the Interim
and serve your sentence with due hu.
mility, we will return to you the In
eliminating bill and permit you to
depart in peace.
But for every indlscretion on your
part, you will be given ten days
sentence under the same conditions
now governing. The court has en-
deavored to impress you with the Sc
riousness OF your situation and shall
feel no regret should you. In your
heedless1ess. fail to grasp its import.
Given this day and date under my
letter seal at Squirrel Inn. Dingledale.
Wisconsin.
JACK vINING, Judge"
Walter Bedight. mayor and candi-
date for the legislature. frowned.
Plainly, here was predicament. The
humor OF the situation had fed. The
piqued attitude Of the Judge" toward
him was plain. 1t was more than this.
It was "catty." She ran after him and
he kissed her. a perfectly natural
thing for a handsome bachelor to do
II the pursuer were pretty-and good
ness knows Jackie Vining was enough
of that to give almost any inquisitive
young man palpitatlon OF the heart!
But even male Judges have a way
Of their own. absolute and unrelent-
ing, while a woman Judge. pretty. vi
vacious, enticlng, captured In dog
wood swamp and kissed against her
will-Bedlght shuddered at his pos
sible fate!
The fury o. a woman osculated Is
frequently as accentuated as the an
ger of a woman scorned! And ho
was the goat!
Deep in a quandary OF ways and
means, the luckless politician. rental
ly berating the fatal day Of woman
suffrage, wandered into the cool. um-
brageous wood.
It was midsummer and the forest
was E. sylvan retreat where monk and
man might lose his troubles in the
rippling Of the rills and receive d.
vine unction from the nature god rul-
ing with soothing zephyrs and elixirs
Of effioresceDce.
Bedight penetrated far into the
heart of the wood. where dryads
romp along the sunbeamed way
through interstices in the trees. where
mother brown thrushes peep from
sheltered nests and frisking squirrels
chatter OF the hickory nuts a-ripening
upon the scraggly trees.
And then he saw her!
Like Psyche, she stopped beside a
quiet pool. above her the spreading
branches OF n water elm. Beside her
on the brink the harebell grew and
to her ear there came from down be-
low the rhythmical cadence OF a
brooklet's song. the same song that,
in crescendo or diminuendo. 1t had
sung for centuries, the ever chanted,
perpetual song Of the brook!
He stole softly forward on tip-toe
Absorbed in her mood. she gave nc
heed. The rich outline of her figure
thrilled him and on her golden hall
the sheen of the morning radiated like
halo on the head Of Titan mas
terpiece. Step by step he drew near
cautiously. Little by little he crepi
forward until he stood with his hand
upon the trunk OF q tree. And then
quietly, fearlessly, he stepped behind
her, his shadow falling over heI
shoulder upon the placid waters o.