The Palatka news and advertiser. [volume] (Palatka, Fla.) 1908-19??, 1915-11-19
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, Their Third Thanksgiving
4 ELEANOR G. R. YOUNG, in Southern Womans Magazine
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the weeks that she and Dudley had
spent in the sweet aloofness OF the
Sapphire Hills. Everywhere heF
ewes rested she found some eloquent
reminder of the man she was trying
to forget, and in spite OF her deteL-
mination, the tears started quickly
to her ewes. How beautiful that hrSG
wear of their married life had been!
If only she could trace the trouble 10
its first cause if only she could Ihu
some reason for the heartache 'he
was suffering; but no answer came
back from the red-gold flares, ara
the girl closed her eyes YEARLY ana
leaned back in the wicker chair. just
so she had sat in that sweet long ago
with Dudley stretched out lazlly at
her feet, his curly black head resting
against her knee. All, that was be,
fore the singing little serpent and
found it's way into their Eden ana
nibbled away the foundations OF nap
piness.
Back in the old cabin in the cove,
Yank Handy was talking earnestly
with his wrinkled old wife. at ain
the way ii order be, Becky. There
don't seem a mite of common sense
to it. That young teller was plum
daffy about that gal, and somehow
trouble crep' in and made a mess OF
things. She's come long down here
to think things out fer herself, and
I'm that sorry about it l can't say
nothin' tall"
Don't be ridin' ahead o your boss;
IYank. You all don't know they's had
trouble"
"Well, I reckon got some boss
sense, Becky"
"That don't say you all can't be
wrong. I'm goin' up tomorrow to
see for myself. That gal is sweet
as gals come and there weren't never
q likelier boy than Mr.. Murdoch. I'm
agoin' ter ferret things out fer my
self"
But when Becky came back from
the lodge the next morning her face
had lost its good-natured smile, and
she sat gravely down at the pine and
waited for Yank to question her.
Guess you didn't get much sense
out of things yoreself? ?" he said, quiz
zically, his china blue eyes searching
his wife's face. Il reckon | amt such
an ALFRED fool as you thought be-
Becky"
go long, Yank, l amt botherin,
bout you. That gals a worryiA,
herself sick for her man, and Lord
knows where he's at or what sort o
devilment he's been up to. II wish
had him this minute, I'd"
easy, honey, easy thar; maybe the
pore boys worrit, too. How'd 1t be
to kind O. let him know that she WAS
down here?"
Wouldn't that be one nice mess?
No, sir; YOU don't do nothin' like that.
That gal didn't come off alone for
aothin'. | amt agoin' to give her
any more heartaches. I'm willin' to
let the Almighty take care of this
here problem. He's a sight smarter
than you or | be-"
At the lodge things were going bad
lily.
Lucia opened the shutters on the
fourth morning after her arrival to
find the mountains covered with
heavy mantle of soft white snow and
the sky showing no prospects of let
up for hours to come. Soft little
flakes were falling rapidly, and the
outside world was completely shut
out.
The girl turned slowly from the
window and looked about the big room.
There were plenty of things to DO.
She could read or sew or write, or
even open the photograph that stood
idlv in the corner, and hear her old
favorites, but her heart was heavy
with dread as she busted herself with
her simple breakfast.