The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-10-02

tue cemetery CadL LndL n1Sn OH tlO bluff. Henry didn't like the situation when he bought it himself, and I thought that as there is another lot right next to her mothers for sale she would not-but, of course, I was brutal to mention it to her. I hope you will find it in yoz1r heart to forgive me, Sal He." And as he spoke he extracted himself from me and walked over and laid his hand on Sallies head. "It was such a shock to her-poor Henry!' sobbed little Cousin Jasmine, and the other two little sisters sniffed in chorus.
 ''To have railroad trains running by Greenwood at all will be disturbing to the peace of the dead,'' snorted Mrs. Hargrove. "We need no railroad in Glendale. We have never had one. And that is my last word-no!'
 -Four miles to the railroad station across the river is just pleasant drive in good weather, said Cousin Martha pIainttve1y as she cuddIed Sallies sobs more comfortably down on her shoul- der.
 ''I feel that Henry would doubt, my faithfulness to his memory if I con- scented to such desecration,'' came in smothered tones from the pillowing shoulder. And not one or all St.0OS0 SIX women had stopped to think for one minute that the mirror fact of the disturbing of the ashes of Henry Carruthers would be followed by the major one of the restoration of the widows fortune |, and the lifting of q huge financial bur- den off the strong shoulders they were all separately and collectively leaning upon.
 T exploded, but am glad I drew the Graz out on the porch and did it to him alone.
 "Evelina, you are refreshing if stren- uous,'' he laughed after I had spent five minutes in stating my opinions of women in general and few in partfc- >u1ar. "But I ought not to have hurt Sa1lie by telling her about the lines until they are a certainty. It is so far only a possibility. They may go across the l.iver anyway"
 And, as for seeing Sallie swaddled in your consideration and fed yourself as a sacrifice from spoon, I am tired of it,p I famed up again. Its not good for her. Feed and clothe her and her progeny-men in general have brought just such burdens as that upon you in particular by their attitude to- ward us-but do let her begin to exert just a small area of her brain on the subject of the survival of the fit to live. You don't swaddle or feed mer'
 "Eye!" he said softly under his breath as his wonderful, gentle eyes sank down way below the indignation and explosiveness to the quiet pool that lies at the very bottom of my heart.
 Nobody. ever found it before, and I didn't know it was there myself, but I felt as if it were being drained up into heaven.
 Ever he said again, and it is a won- der that didn't answer:
 'tAdam!''
 don't know just what would have happened if Uncle Peter hadn't broken in on the interview with his crustiest chips on both shoulders and so much excitement bottled up that he had to let it fly like a double reporter.
 tsDodson is down at the hotel look ing for you, James, he began as he l hurried up the steps. Big scheme this-got him in a corner if the c. and G. comes along this side of Old Har- peth-make him squeal, heyf''
 Who's Dodson ?' asked with the greatest excitement. I was for the first time getting whiH of the schemes of the masculine mighty, but was squelched promptly by Uncle Peter.
 we've no time for questions, Eve ltna, now-go back to your tatting, hey?' He answered me as he began to buttonhole the Graz and lead him 1 down the steps.
 "Dodson is the man who is laying l down and contracting for the line 1 across the river. EEelina,'' answered Cousin James without taking any no tice whatever of Uncle Peters sque1cf- 1 ing of me. "If this other line can just ! be secured he will have to come to our terms-and the situation will be saved As he spoke he took my hand 1 in his and led me at his side down the | front walk to the gate, talking as he [ went, for Uncle Peter was chuckling on ahead like steam tug in hurry.
 And the shades of Henry will again | assume the maintenance of his fam i1y,'' hazarded with lack of respect of ] the dead, impudence to Cousin James about his own affairs and unkindness by implication to saIlie, who loves me better than almost anybody in the world does. And I got my just pun ishment by seeing a lovely look of tender concern rise in Cousin James | eyes. as he stopped short in the middle ! of the walk.
 s'I want to go back minute to speak to Sallie before go on downtown,' he said quickly, and before Uncle Pc | ter's remonstrances had exploded he had taken the steps two at a bound l and disappeared in tic front door.
 Sooner he marries that lazy lolIy- i pop the better,'' fumed Uncle Peter as he waited at the gate 'sThe way for man to quench his thirst for woman i sweets is to marry a pot of honey like l that and then come right on back to l the bread and butter game. Here's a 1 letter Jasper gave me to bring along for you from town. Go on and read l it and do not disturb the workings of my brain while I wait for James | workings of a great brain, hey p |
 There is no better sedative for wo- |