Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1914-06-12

swung open, and in the soft CLEAN
the evening she saw two waiting fl
ures.
rs Judge Spotswood at home
asked one OF them.
yes. sir; he's waiting for you. Don
you recognize me. Mr.. Jones?"
Broadway stepped with her into tn
lighted entry. Why" he said, a
tonished, as he looked at her develop
ing beauty, you're not Clara. ar
your"
She could feel the admiration in hi
tone, rather than see 1t on his face
for she could not look up. "Of cours
| am"
Well, what do you think OF that
You're-yery different-why, you wer
a little girl last time I saw you'll" H
pulled Wallace forward by the arm
This Is my friend, Mr.. Wallace. Bob
this Is the judges daughter. Mis-
Spotswood."
Now, she could see her old friend
friend more clearly. Instantly she de
cided that he was the handsomest o
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 fed into the night.
by heck, Broadway" Wallace com
mented. There's a pretty country girl!
| 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. ITS
been a long time since you have seer
this room. Not changed much, Ell? We
don't change much In J%onesville." He
waved his hand toward Mrs. Spots
wood. who al sitting in a flutter of
expectancy. but would not rise because
1t seemed more elegant to remain seat
ed. Remember that LADY,"
Broadway hurried toward her. II
should say I do! Hello. Mrs. Spots
wood; I'm awfully glad to see you
Now she could rise with full pro-
and did so. taking his hand cor.
well. well, Broadway; 1t
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.
spection.
Yes. I guess I've changed" he
laughed. Nobody seemed to know me
In the streets, and I saw only one face
that recognized" He brought Bob
up. This is Mr.. Wallace, Mrs. Spots
She shook his friends hand heartily.
I want you to feel right at home. l
guess Broadway knows that all his
are our friends"
Wallace really was delighted by the
whole atmosphere of simple welcome:
md those eyes of Clara Spots
wood's-he wondered II, when
took the full charge
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 J~onesville.
The Judge called their attention to a
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
for the lemonade.
Yes"
He went to her confdentially, hand
Ing her q coin, as o o 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
and get six good cigars for me-"
Though this was mad extravaganza.
she c~ountenanced 1t upon this great oc.
casion. "lll 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. nea twenty"
She's a mighty pretty girl, Judge"
Wallace commented, with fervor.
We'll, we're proud of her" The
Judge made a gesture as If warning
them to listen carefully, and then
dropped his voice, almost to a whisper.
This was the Homecoming of a Jones,
and this was Jonesville. 1t should, he
held, be celebrated In something
stronger than lemonade. With an eye
upon the door, he pulled a flask out OF
MS pocket, Il thought maybe you
boys would like a little drop of some.
thing, so | brought home this flask.
Can't fix you up a drink, Broadway
Jackson guessed its quality, and,
though his system yearned for alco,
mol, rejected the mere thought. Not
now, thanks"
Mr.. Wallace?"
Taking his cue from Jackson. Wal
lace shook his head. "a little later,
Judge"
The Judge put the flask back In his
pocket. We'll. don't say anything
about 1t. Mrs. Spotswood would raise
thunder IL she thought | brought it in
the house. She's an awful temperance