Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1914-07-10

eloquence which had been fruit Of mid
night and past-midnight oil at the un.
speakable Grand. q certain feeling
(such as all Of US have had) that he
was doing worthily while getting less
than proper credit for It. made him
hate Sammy at that moment.
He wondered II he might not throttle
him In some deserted spot before the
day was over. looked him over careful
ly. observed the size Of his columnar
neck. and hopelessiy abandoned
thought Of 1t. His hands would never
reach around It'll The visitors ap-
peared.
While attention was distracted from
her. in answer to an irresistible i'm
pulse, Josie took from the desk draw.
or the paper Broadway had intrusted
to her, and thrust 1t into a sacred, Sc
cret place within her shirtwaist.
Mrs. Spotswood. filled with the fine
excitement Of the matron who Is GER
tain that romance 10 working In her
neighborhood, was devoured by that
modification Of the spirit Of the chase
which sends the ladies. rich or poor.
| good or bad, upon the scent Of such
elusive news with all the zest Of sports
men after squirrels or elephants. She
was inclined toward worry In regard
to Jonesville's fate and also inclined
to confidence In 1t because she had
known Broadway since he was a little
boy (ah, what errors have good women
made because they have known some
one since he was a little boy!) and
knew that while he might be wild" he
was not wicked, for his baby curls had
been 80 sweet; pleased beyond ex-
preston by the deep impression which
her own delicious Clara had made up
on Broadway's %afluent, well-mannered.
plainly competent friend-animated by
these various emotions and not less
than twenty others which I have not
mentioned. Mrs. Spotswood wore a
%f1uttering smile as she accepted her
baby-mastodonic sons infant fog.whis-
tie invitation.
Good morning, JOSIE"
Josie smiled at her, although she
had regretted her arrival almost as
much as Broadway had. She had 80
wished to read the words upon the ho-
tel letter paper which her new en-
ployer had spent half the night In
writing.
Mrs. S~potswood's smile expanded till
It fairly beamed at Josie before she
turned her eyes to Broadway, and then
she started with surprise. It wa be-
cause she had been certain he was
there that she had come; q visit from
her to the factory was an ~unheard-of
thing; she had distinctly heard his
voice as she had passed outside the
open door, but o her deep astonish-
ment because he was within the room
seemed almost overwhelming.
"Oh. hello, Broadway"
He smiled nervously and hurried for.
ward. Things had not gone as he had
wished, but he was not resentful. New
er had he been SO humble. Had he
not, the night before. defaced that pa
per with the tale Of his humility and
the details Of his good resolves? Be
sides. had not Mrs. Spotswood guard
ed him in childhood against wrath at
home On more than one occasion. and
had she not, the previous evening, with
she understanding and good humor of
an angel, prepared for him that lemon
ade which held the magic touch for
which his system yearned?
Tn awfully glad to see you here in
the plant" she earnestly. assured him,
and meant every word of it. Then.
Did you have a good nights sleep?'