The Caldwell watchman. (Columbia, La.) 1885-1946, 1914-05-08

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+ rs Judge Spotswood at home:
) asked one of them.
,, Yes, sir; he's waiting for you. Don
> you recognize me, Mr.. jones'"
broadway stepped with her into tn
llghted entry. Why" he said, a.
) tonished. as he looked at her develo,
Ing beauty. you're not Clara, ar
!, you?"
She could feel the admiration In hi
tone, rather than see it on his face
Tor she could not look up. "Of cours
am"
Well. what do you think of that
You're-very different-why, you wer
a little girl last time I saw you!" H
pulled Wallace forward by the arm
This is my friend, Mr.. Wallace. Bob
this is the judges daughter, Mis-
Spotswood."
Now, she could see her old friends
friend more clearly. Instantly she de
cided that he was the handsomest O
living men. She had been genuinely
glad to see Broadway. Now, immedi
ately, she forgot that he existed
I'm going to get JOSIE" she ex
claimed and fed into the night.
BY heck, Broadway" Wallace com
mented. There's pretty country girl!
didn't know they did it in such detail
in the rural districts"
The Judge came to them with a
hearty handclasp. Welcome to this
house again, my boy" said he. Its
been long time since you have seen
this room. Not changed much, Ell? We
don't change much in Jonesville." He
waved his hand toward Mrs. Spots.
wood, who was sitting in flutter of
expectancy. but would not rise because
1t seemed more elegant to remain seat
ed. Remember that LADY,"
Broadway hurried toward her 81
should say | do! Hello, Mrs. Spots
wood; I'm awfully glad to see you
again."
Now she could rise with full pro-
priety, and did so, taking his hand cor.
daily. We'll, we'll, Broadway; it
doesn't seem possible that it's YOU"
Smiling in an unfeigned joy at seeing
him. she took him by the shoulders
and slowly turned him around for in
spection..
Yes, ] guess I've changed" he
laughed. Nobody seemed to know me
70 the streets, and I saw only one face
that ! recognized he BROUGHT Bon
up. "This is Mr.. Wallace, Mrs. Spots
wood"
She shook his friends hand heartily
I want you to feel right at home. II
guess Broadway knows that all his
friends are our friends"
Wallace really was delighted by the
whole atmosphere Of simple welcome:
and those eyes Of Clara Spots. |
wood's-he wondered If, when
Broadway took the full charge
Of the gum works and came |
here to live. there would not be some |
reason for a branch Office of the En-.
pire Advertising agency in Jonesville
The judge called their attention to a |
portrait Of the dead gum magnate. 'It
was made ten years ago." he said, in
But he didn't change much In his
asst ten years." said Mrs. Spotswood. |
mo; you bet he didn't" Broadway
acknowledged bitterly.
rs Dave in the kitchen, nom ~ the
Judge inquired, as Mrs. Spotswood
started for the lemonade.
Yes"
He went to her confidentially, hand
ng her a coin, as soon as he was sure
hat Broadway and his friend were lost
n contemplation of the portrait. GIVE
him this quarter then" he whispered.
and tell him to go over to the drug
tore and get six good cigars for me-"
Though this was mad extravaganza.
me countenanced it upon this great oc.
aston. I'll tell him right away" she
'romised, and the Judge smiled at her
'he always rose to great occasions.
Didn't remember Clara, did you.
9hen she went to the door," he genial.
inquired of Broadway.
No; l didn't" he admitted She's
ute a lady now, isn't she?"
Nineteen, near twenty"
Shes a mighty pretty girl, judge"
wallace commented, with fervor.
Well, we're proud of her." The
ldge made a gesture as If warning
hem to listen carefully, and then
ropped his voice, almost 20 a whisper
MS was the homecoming OF a Jones,
nd this was Jonesville. It should, he
cid, be celebrated in something .
.ronger than lemonade. With an eye
pom the door. he pulled flask out of i.
is pocket. Il thought maybe you !,
oys would like a little drop of some
ling. so brought home this flask.
ant fix you up drink, Broadway" :
jackson guessed Its quality, and, :
Tough his system yearned for alco.
d, rejected the mere thought. mot
,w, thanks"
Mr.. Waliace?" r.
Taking his cue from Jackson, Wal
ce shook his head. "a little later, =
dge."
The judge put the flask back in his