The Tupelo journal., 1914-09-25
THE IMPOSSIBLE he
BY CHARLES PoEHLMAN.

place, ne must De DlS anu SlIou5.
There was marked emphasis of the
word big
Jacks smile was sarcastic. How
girls do worship the prize fighter
type! Go on, light or dark?'
Light, by all means" Grace's dim
pies now came to the front.
Il needn't have asked. Let's see
big, strong and light complexioned.
Handsome, of course"
NO." most emphatically. Hand
some men are vain. He must be ugly"
He swept her a low bow. saying:
There seems to be a ray of hope
left"
And he must be energetic"
Jack was fcunging among the pill
lows in the boat. At the spirited EN-
ergetic," he settled himself more com
fortably and pretended to stif1e a
yawn.
Indeed! And ~brainy?" he asked
pleasantly.
mo, brainy men are often uncom-
Portable to live with. Just intelligent
and brave and generous, clean-heart-
ed, and"
"My dear girl, he has never yet
been born. He's impossible. How"
ever, III keep my eyes open, and If |
should happen to see such perfection
I'll just send him along"
John Foster, you're the most con-
trary fellow that ever lived"
81 p - L 4. - 80 &c., L--I1 -.
the Marsh Marigold, their boat. and
the hard, slow push ashore began.
When it was finished John Foster
did not look quite so fine as when he
left the city. He was hot, somewhat
winded, and, in spite of his precau-
tions, both trousers and shirt were
covered with mud. Then he uttered
his relieved "There!" and, looking up
there was a shrek of laughter. "Oh.
oh, what a sight you are; if you could
see yourself" Suddenly she reached
for something hitherto concealed;
then the little click of a camera. then
more laughter. "Oh, l couldn't help
1t, 1t was such a temptation"
Are you ready to come ashore?"
Was he laughing at her, or what?
81 don't know as l dare. expect
to be killed." but she gave him her
hand. She did not jump, however, for
he took more than her hand. He took
all there was to- take and held her
fast. Please tell me what my punish
ment is to be-" she asked humbly;
I'D like to know now"
He looked deep into her eyes. 1T
is to repeat something l am going to
say was the answer; then / will let
you go, and not before"
Did they see the ENJOYS? Hardly.
They seemed quite content to remain
in the shade of the willows, particu-
larly when the Chesley party went up
the road. Then there vas a toilet to
be made-an apology for one-made
beside a convenient tunnel, at the sac
riice of the company's entire stock of
handkerchiefs. Still they did not hur-
ry. somehow, they AOund plenty to
talk about, and it was nearly dusk be-
fore taking a short cut across fields
they appeared before two very anxious
parents, one of whom had to take to
the back porch and his pipe to keep
from disgracing himself as a host; the
other, still too anxious and d~isappoint-
ed to see the funny side, relieved him.
self in the following way:
you might at least have sent me
word, somehow. How could l 60,
with you off-nobody knows where?
How did l know but that you were
drowned, with the boat gone? Oracle
Madden, your dress Is a sight to be-
hold" Then, remembering her duty
as hostess, she said in a milder tone
to the other culprit: go right UP to
the spare room, Jack. I'll bring you
some of pas clothes rightaway."
When the great touring car came
putting and splitting back to town and
past the Madden cottage, nobody, l
think, but Mrs. Madden gave it a
thought. She was in the kitchen CIV
ing directions for the sponging and
pressing OF the unfortunate trousers,
and it was Black Mary, with the free
dom of speech of an old servant, who
took upon herself the role Of COM
forter.
please, honey, what 'er y keer fer
peace? Amt we got peace a-plenty
right out dere on de pe-azzar? Amt
dem chillun dun muffin but scrap fer
two year and mo-? Look lax littl
miss put up a mighty big fight dis
time, 'cording to de close, but l reck-
on he done catch her now TO- suah."
She chuckled, partly at remembrance
Of an unexpected bank bill tied secure
ly in the corner of her handkerchief.
Peace, I4awdy. dey's des. lax two tur-
tie doves."-Boston Post.
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