Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1914-07-14

| folks into positions, everywhere
Well, nv sons run away and joined
| the army, though he's under age, and
! want to get him back. Some one
that came down home from here said
he was in your charge, OF at least
Won had lot to do with the new
| men, and I'd have to see you.
SAINT Won 10 send my son back to
| ne, " she finished, with a threatening
little Sag of her gray head. 9
"What is the young mans name? p
asked Captain Rowland, with patient
courtesy, trying to forget how hun
yry he was. L p-gr NJ
g "Ebcnezet Zebulon Pettigrew,"
She mafmured with pride, and Cap
tain Rowland did not smile. He
searched his very reliable memory
Cor moment, and then shook his
head. 5 % sga
Ppm sorry, Mrs. Pettigrew, but l
am positive that have no authority
over one of that name. Your son
may have gone to some other point,
or he may have joined under an as
sumed name" 3 t.
Assumed namei" snorted the old
woman angrily. "My Ebenezer's too
proud Of his name to do such a silly
thing. And, besides, / was told by
an old friend l could trust that he
was here only three days ago. Oh,
you needn't look at me SO superior,
young man ] amt afraid of you, if
| am from the countryp
81 assure you," his tone was sin
cere and conciliating, 81 am merely
trying to think of the best way to
help you. Tomorrow we will make
thorough search Of the records"
Tomorrow ?" she echoed angrily
81 tell you want him tonight
You're trying to put me off the
track, SOS you can keep my Eben-
ezer" Then, with sudden change
to pathos, ooh, sir, please to give me
back my boyr' She took out large
red bandanna and wept into it moi
silly. Captain Rowland patted her
shoulder awkwardly and tried to
think of something comforting to
say just then Julia looked in at
the door. He beckoned to her in
great relief and explained Mrs. Pet
tigrew's predicament. 81 know she's
tired and hungry after her long jour
ney," he concluded, "and if you can
give her some supper and tuck her in
for the night I'll be responsible.
Thank you; / knew you would Ny
own mother felt badly when / left
home" he explained, smilingly $50
know something about such part.
ings."
But Mrs. Pettigrew, apparently |
overwhelmed, had sunk into chair,
and was hiding her face in her
hands. Miss Julia looked at her at
tentively, then went closer and |
looked still more attentively, the cor
ners Of her mouth twitching.
''You little scampp was her as
founding remark to the afflicted |
mother; and she hastily left the |
room, followed by a bonnet, shawl, |
a rehcule and a gray wig, wildly |
thrown by the hysterical Mrs. Petit
grew. Captain Rowland stared in
bewilderment, while the lady in the
chair miraculously removed a com
pick system of wrinkles from her
face with the red bandanna, and
looked up at them with the appeal
ing brown eyes Of Annette Mat
thews.
"Forgive me" she cried "for keep
ing you away from your supper and
trying your patience when you're
tired-and the whole absurd per-
Torrance! But, you see, l just had
to find out for sure whether you
were the true knight | believed you
were, before | could answer-whaa
you asked me. 1t was a mean way
70 act see it now You've stood
the test like an angel; but you'll
never, never want to ask me again.
after I've treated you so-0h, Phil
these are Mrs. McCloskey's spec
tacles-don't break them, please
"I'm afraid you're forgetting
about supper" suggested Julia at
the door, a quarter of an hour later.
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