The Clio messenger. (Clio, Mich.) 1907-current, 1914-06-26
CHAPTER VII.
Uncle Jefferson,

Uncle Jefferson.
A red rose, while ever thing Of
beauty, is not invariably Joy for.
ever. The white bulldog. as he
plodded along the sunny highway, was
sunk in depression. Being trammeled
by the limitations of canine horizon,
he could not understand the whims Of
Adorable Ones met by the way, who
seemed so glad to see him that they
threw both arms about him, and then
tied to his neck irksome colored weeds
that prickled and scratched ard would
not be dislodged. So 1t was a chas-
tened and shamed Chum who at length
wriggled stealthily into the seat Of the
stranded automobile beside his master
and thrust dirty pink nose into his
palm.
John Valiant lifted his hand to
stroke the shapely head, then drew 1t
back with an exclamation. A thorn
had pricked his thumb. He looked
down and saw the dragged flower
thrust through the twist of grass. "Oh,
pup OF wonders!" he exclaimed.
Where did you get that rose?"
Chum sat up and wagged his tail. for
! held a dawning delight. Perhaps the
thing had not been intended as q dis
grace, after all!
With the first sight Of the decora-
ton Valiant had had a sudden memory
of splotch Of vivid red against the
belted gray-blue of gown. He
, grinned appreciatively. "And warned
her." he chuckled. Told her not to be
afraid" He busted the blossom pains
takingly with his handkerchief and
held 1t to his face-a live brilliant
thing, breathing musk-odors of the
mid-moon Of paradise.
A long time he sat, while the dog
dozed and yawned on the shiny cush-
ion beside him. OF sudden Chum sat
| up and barked in earnest.
Turning his head. his master saw ap-
preaching a dilapidated hack with
side lanterns like great goggles and
| decrepit and palsied curtains. 1t was
drawn by lean mustard-tinted mule,
and on its front sat colored man OF
uncertain age, whose hunched verte-
brae and outward-crooked arms gave
him a curious expression OF replete
| and Dubious inquiry. Abreast OF the
| car he removed a moth-eaten cap.
"Evenin'. subj" he said.-"evenin',
| evenin'."
"Howdy do" returned the other
amiably.
"Ah reck'n yo'-ll done had er brock
down wild dat Matchmaking dar. Yo'
been hyuh bout er hour. ain yo'?"
Nearer three" said Valiant cheer.
! fully, "but the views worth It."
A hoarse litter came from the con-
veyance, which gave forth sundry
creakings Of leather. Hugh! Hugh!
OATS SO. sub. OATS SO! Hmm.
Reck'n Anil be gittin' erlong back"
He clucked to the mule and proceeded
to turn the vehicle round.
Hold on" cried John Valiant. Il
thought you were bound In the other
direction"
mo. subj Ah'm gwine back whah
come fom. All JUS druv out hyuh
case Miss Shirley done met me. en-
she say, 'Unc' Jeffe'son. yo' go 'treckly
out de Red Road, case er gemman
done got stalled-ed.'
"Oh-Miss Shirley. She told you,
did she? What did you say her first
name was?"
Oats huh fust name, Miss Shirley.
Vas, sub! Miss Shirley done said f
me ter come en- git de gemman whut
-whut kinder dawg is yo' got dar?"
Its bulldog Can you give me a
lift? I've got that small trunk and"
Oats right fine dawg Miss Shir.
ley she moghty fond oh dawgs, too"
Fond of dogs, is she?" said Valiant.
II might have known it. 1t was nice
of her to send you here, Uncle Jeffer-
son. You can take me and my traps,
| suppose?"