The Rice belt journal. (Welsh, Calcasieu Parish, La.) 1900-19??, 1915-03-12

when he had finished, he was hungry.
So, eleven o'clock found them still
chatting at their table on the lighted
lawn. After awhile, they fell silent,
and Adrienne noticed that her COM
panion's face had become deeply, al
most painfully set, and that his gaze
was tensely focused on herself.
What is it, Mr.. South" she de.
manded.
The young man began to speak,
in a steady. self-accusing voice.
Il was sitting here, looking at YOU"
he said, bluntly. Il was thinking
how fine you are in every way; how
there Is as much difference in the tex
ture Of men and women as there is in
the texture Of clothes. From that
automobile cap you wear to your slip
pers and stockings, you are clad in
silk. From your brain to the tone of
your voice, you are woven of human
silk. I've learned lately that silk isn't
weak, but strong They make the
best balloons Of it." He paused and
laughed, but his face again became
sober Il was thinking. too, of your
mother. She must be sixty, but she's
young woman. Her face is smooth
and unwrinkled, and her heart is still
in bloom. At the same age, George
won't be much older than he is now.
The compliment was so obviously
not intended as compliment at all
that the girl flushed with pleasure.
Then" went on Samson, his face
slowly drawing with pain, Il was
thinking of my own people. My
mother was about forty when she
died. She was an old woman. My
father was forty-three. He was an old
man. was thinking how they with
cred under their drudgery-and of the
monstrous injustice of + all
Adrienne Lescott nodded. Her eyes
were sweetly sympathetic
IT'S the hardship Of the conditions"
she said, softly. Those conditions
will change"
A man had come out onto the YER
anda from the inside, and was ap-
preaching the table. He was lmmac-
ulately groomed, and came forward
with the Difference of approaching
throne, yet as one accustomed to ap-
preaching thrones. His smile was that
of pleased surprise.
The mountaineer recognized Far
bish, and, with q quick hardening
Of the face, he recalled their last
meeting. If Farbish should presume
to renew the aCQuaintanceship under
these circumstances, Samson meant
to rise from his chair, and strike him
in the face George Lescott's sister
could not be subjected to such meet.
ings. Yet, it was tribute to his ad-
vanCement in good manners that he
dreaded making a scene in her pres
ence, and, as warning, he met Far
bish's pleasant smile with a look Of
blank and studied lack of recognition.
The circumstances out of which Far
bish might weave unpleasant gossip
did not occur to Samson. That they
we're together late in the evening, un.
chaperoned, at road house whose
reputation was socially dubious, was
thing he did not realize. But Far
Dish was keenly alive to the POSSIBLE.
tiles of the situation He chose to
construe the Kentuckian's blank eX.
preston as annoyance at being dis.
covered, sentiment he could readily
understand. Adrienne Lescott, follow.
ing her companions eyes, looked up,
and to the boys establishment nodded
to the newcomer, and called him by
name.
Mr.. Farbish," she laughed, with
mock confusion and total innocence
of the fact that her words might have
meaning, don't tell on US"
Il never tell things, my dear lady"
said the newcomer. Il have dwelt