The Cairo bulletin., 1914-02-17

dollars she's an angel in cedar
tree at church fair compared with
soma better.born young ones l know
OF who are only fit to live when
they've got the scarlet.fever and who
ought to be in the reformatory long
ago. And as for Shirley cambridge,
It's my opinion she and her mother
and few others like her have got
about the only drops Of the milk or
human kindness in this whole aban-
doned community"
Dreadful mani" said Mrs. Clifford.
soto yoce. as the door banged vicious
ly. ITO think of his being born a
Southalll Sometimes | cant believe
I'll"
Mrs. Mason shook her head and
smiled. All, but that isn't the real
Doctor Southall.' she said. That's
only his she'll
I've heard that he has another
side" responded the other with
guarded grimness. but IL he has, |
wish he'd manage to show it some
times"
Mrs. Mason took off her glasses and
wiped them carefully. Il saw it when
my husband died" she said softly.
THAT was before you came. They
were old friends. you know. He was
sick almost year, and the doctor
used to carry him out here on the
porch every day in his arms. like Il
child And then. when the typhus
came that summer among the negroes,
he quarantined himself with them-~the
only white man there--and treated
and nursed them and buried the dead
with his own hands, till 1t was
stamped out. That's the real Doctor
Southall"
1he rockers yibrated in silence for
moment. Then Mrs. Clifford said: Il
never knew before that he had any
thing TO do with that duel. Was he
one OF Va.ant's seconds?'
Yes" said Mrs. Mason; land the
major was the other. | was a little
girl when it happened. | can barely
remember 1t, but it made big sensa-
tion."
And over love-affair." exclaimed
Mrs. Clifford in the tone OF cue to
whom romance was daily bread.
Il suppose it was
For a time the conversation Ian
guished. Then Mrs. Clifford asked sud
denly: who do you suppose she
could have been ?-the girl behind that
old Valiant affair.""
Mrs. Mason shook her head. mo
one knows for certain-unless, Of
course. the major Or the doctor. and
wouldn't question either Of them for
worlds. You see. people had stopped
gossiping about it before was out Of
school There's Major Bristow at the
gate now. And the doctors just COM
ing out again"
The major wore suit OF white
linen, with a broad-brimmed straw
hat, and a pink was in his button
hole, but to the observing. his step
might have seemed to lack an accus-
toned jauntiness. AS he came up the
path the doctor opened his office.
How do you feel this morning, Ma
jor."
"Feel?" rumbled the major; the
way any gentleman ought to feel this
time of the morning. sab. Like hell,
sab"
The doctor bent his gaze on the
hilarious blossom In the others lapel.
If | were you, Bristow," he said
scathingly, Il reckon Id quit galivant-
ing around to bridge-hghts with per
fumery on my handkerchief every
evening. It's the devil of an example
to the young"
The rocking-chairs behind the
screening vines became motionless,
and the ladies exchanged surreptitious
| smiles. II the two gentlemen were
aware of each others sterling quail
ties. their mutual appreciation was in
| inverse ratio to its expression, and
as the Elaeinian mysteries, eloaked
| before the world. In public the doctor
was wont to remark that the major
talked like q Caesar, looked like q