Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1915-09-02
THE BULLYING DORLANDS
BY BARBARA RHODES.

WITHOUT mdhinB Niboiooo biotcot
The Fardays and the Borlands had
wrangled over boundary lines and
sundry other matters for decade
and now that the younger generation
showed disposition to be friendly
the old mans wrath was stimulated to
frenzy.
Il won't have III" growled Uncle
Zeb.
Ted was talking to Mr.. Dodd, the
lawyer His pleasant, drawing voice
exasperating Uncle Zeb beyond con-
troll
"Ah, Mr.. Doddl" Ted was saying
uncle zeb wants you to come down
to Borlands this afternoon--oh. you
can easily make the 1902 train. Some
thing about changing his will, be-
level l suppose so-thanks-good
by"
Think you're mighty clever to have
him down here, don't your" quavered
Uncle Zeb
81 thought you wanted him down,
| Uncle Zeb," returned Ted with a
straight look from his brown eyes.
81 didn't believe you were such a
fool" grumbled the old man. How
are you going to support that Farday
girl?"
'Lue," corrected Ted quietly. "Why,
we thought we'd live on the old place
with Miss Henrietta, and I'm going
to raise chickens. You know I've had
| considerable luck experimenting on
the farm here
The telephone bell jingled from its
corner
Answer it, Ted"
Ted's handsome head inclined to
the instrument
"Yes?-Oh, you, darling? I'm COM
ing over presently Something impor-
tant? Aunt Henrietta?-Jove, Lue,
but that's blow Good-by, sweet
heart Don't grieve, it will come out
all right-o."
He hung up the receiver and
crossed the room to look down az the
little dried-up old man with quizzical
eyes.
Il suppose Henrietta Farday objects
to having anything as practical as a
chicken farm on her estate" sneered
Uncle Zeb.
Ted shook his head.
1T isn't that, Uncle Zeb. Miss Hen
rietta objects out and out to my mar
rying Lue-says she'll be hanged If
her niece marries a bullying Borland.
So there you are!"
"And your girl won't chance mar
rying on your salary?"
YES said Ted proudly; only she
thinks it's her duty to Miss Henrietta
to remain with her Henrietta is not
very well, and there is no other rela-
tive"
AS soon as he was alone Uncle Zeb
peered from the window until he saw
that Ted's figure had disappeared
through the gate. Then the old man
hobbled across the room to the tele-
phone and called for local number.
The deeply masculine voice of Miss
Henrietta Farday came in answer.
This is Zeb Borland." began Uncle
Zeb, doubtfully.
"Humph! Bullying Borland!" COM
mented Aunt Henrietta in her most
forbidding accents. I've put my foot
down on your nephev's love-making.
Put your foot DOWN."
"Yes-both feet! There won't be
any bullying Borlands in my family"
declared the old lady.
Ill
He's good enough for any girl in Al
mos county-or the world, for that
matter"
He isn't good enough for my
Luella! | don't know how you can
say he isn't Borland. Why, he's the
living image of what you were. zeb
Borland. forty years ago"
"Ted-lcoks like mel did? Pshaw,
Henrietta, l never was half as good
locking as Teddy" Uncle Zeb's voice
bore a pleased note.
you were better looking" contra
dicted the lady sharply. Il can prove
1t by that miniature"
Silence for a moment.
Uncle Zeb smiled into the mouth
piece of the instrument.
Henrietta Farday-have you kept
that picture of me?"
81 keep lots of trash!" came in a
stifled tone.
I've got your picture, Henry, but
| don't call II trash" said Uncle
Zeb in an oddly gentle tone. You
want to trade pictures with me?"
A hush-then:
You better keep the one you got
and I'll keep mine"
Il should be lonesome without it,"
whispered Uncle Zeb. I've kept 1t
in my pocket 50 many years. Henry,
I'd miss it. But | suppose you've
kept mine in some trash box-along
| with other trash"
"Zeb Borland. I'm a liar blazed
| Henrietta with all the fire OF her
youth. I've worn your miniature
| next to my heart All these wears be-