The Madison daily leader. [volume] (Madison, S.D.) 1890-current, 1914-01-24

tell her that he'll be here at the
h~ouse?'
Yes; and tell her he'll likely want
to know all about how things stand"
I'll hurry" She started rapidly
away, but a footstep on the creaking
porch outside arrested her. She
paused In an intense excitement.
Il guess that's him now" her ia
Their exclaimed, listening ~intently.
I'll let him in, pa"
Half elated and half frightened. she
hurried to the little entrance hall and
opened the front door. A whiff of
cigarette smoke, very different from
any which the Jonesville boys emitted.
Icaressed her nostrils as the door
swung open, and in the soft CLEAN of
the evening she saw two waiting fig.
ures.
is Judge Spotswood at homer
asked n of them.
Yes, sir; he's waiting for you. Don't
you recognize me, Mr.. Jones?"
broadway stepped with her into the
lighted entry. why he said, as
ttonished, as he looked at her develop.
Ing beauty, you're not Clara, are
your"
She could feel the admiration in his
tone, rather thar see 1t on his face.
Tor b could not look up. "Of course
am"
Well, what do you think of that.
foure-very different-why, you were
a little girl last time | saw you'll" He
pulled Wallace forward by the arm.
This is my friend. Mr.. Wallace. Bob,
this Is the judges daughter, Miss
Spotswood."
Now, she could see her old friends
friend more clearly. Instantly she de.
cided that he was the handsomest of
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 fled into the night.
by heck, Broadway" Wallace COM
mented. There's a pretty country girl!
l didn't know they did 1t in such detail
in the rural districts"
The judge came to them with a
hearty h~andclasp. Welcome to this
house again. my boy" said he. IT'S
been a long time since you have seen
this oom Not changed much, Ell? We
don't change much In Jo~nesville." He
waved his hand toward Mrs. Spots
wood, who was sitting in a flutter of
expectancy, but would not rise because
IL 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, well, Broadway: II
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
srecticn.
Yes, | guess I've changed" he
laughed. Nobody seemed to know me
in the streets, and saw only one face
that recognized" He brought Bob
up. This is Mr.. Wallace, Mrs. Spots
wood"
She shook his friends hand heartily.
Il want you to feel right at home.
e Broadway knows that all his
friends are u friends"
Wallace really was delighted by the
whole atmosphere of simple welcome;
and those eyes Of Clara Spots
wood's-he wondered If, when
Rrno6wav tnnk fhn Fall -hc--~
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. 1T
was made ten years ago." he said, in
explanation.
But he didn't change much in his
last ten years." said Mrs. Spotswood.
NO; you bet he didn't" Broadway
acknowledged bitterly.
rs Dave in the kitchen, mom?" the
Judge inquired, as Mrs. Spotswood
started for the lemonade.
Yes"
He went to her ~confidentially, hand
ing her a coin, as soon as he was sure
that Broadway and his friend were lost
In contemplation of the portrait. "Give
him this quarter then" he whispered,
and tell him to go over to the drug
store n get six good cigars for me-"
Though this was mad extravaganza,
n countenanced it upon this great oc.
casion. I'm tell him right away" she
promised, and the Judge smiled at her.
She always rose to great occasions.
Didn't remember Clara, did you.
when she went to the door," he genial
ly inquired of Broadway.
No; / didn't" he admitted. She's
quite a lady now, isn't she?'
Nineteen, near twenty"
She's a mighty pretty girl, judge"
Wallace commented, with fervor.
Well. we're proud OF her." The
judge made a gesture as II warning
them to listen carefully, and then.
dropped his voice. almost to Q whisper.
This was the Homecoming Of q Jones,
and this wal Jonesville. It should, he
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