The nonpartisan leader., 1915-12-09

t rs ""~uany-
H. '.-o.ne OF your rr1enus might
not like it very much and-and"- -
IF YOU mean Polk Hayes, Evelina,"
Nell answered with the positiveness
that only a very young person can get
up the courage to use, II have forgot
that I was ever influenced by his mar
row minded, primitive personality at
all. If ever love and marry it will
be a man who can appreciate and fur
ther my real woman's destiny"
"Well then, that's all right" an
swered, with such relief in my heart
that it must have showed In my voice
and face. I had worried about Nell
since I could see plainly, though she
hasn't told me yet, and I am sure she
doesn't realize 1t, that Jane had decid-
ed Polk's destiny. Nell is not twenty
one yet, and she will find lots Of men
in the world that will be fully capable
Of making her believe. they feel that
way about her destiny until they sue
ceed in tying her up~to using it for the
real utilitarian purposes they are sure
such pretty woman is created for.
1t will take men In general another
hundred years yet and lots Of suffering
to realize that a woman's destiny is
anything but himself and get to house
keeping with her on that basis.
The Crag didn't jog into Glendale on
his rawboned old horse until 1:3O Mon
day night. had been watching down
Providence road for him from my pill
low ever since I put out my light at
II because Jane had decided that it
was our duty to 60 to bed early so as
to be as fresh as possible for the rally
in the morning. She had walked to
the gate with Polk at 10 and hadn't
come back until II, 80, of course, she
was ready to turn in. It was just fool
ish, primitive old convention that kept
me from slipping on my slippers and
dressing gown-l've got the prettiest
ones that ever came across the Allan
tic, Louise de Mereton, Rue de Rivoli,
Paris-and going down to the gate to
see him for just minute. That Sec
ond he stood undecided in the middle
of the road looking at my darkened
house was agony that I'm not going
to put up with very much longer.
Jane and with Henrietta were out
by the old gray moss rock at the first
break Of day installing Jasper and Pc
tunia and a few Of their confreres
Jasper had always been king of all
Glendale barbecue pits, and he had
had them dug the day before and filed
with dry hickory fires all night, and his
mien was SO naughty that I trembled
| for the slaves under his command. His
basket Of "yarbs" was under the side
of the rock in hoodoo-like shadows,
and the wagons Of poor, innocent, sac
| rificed lambs and turkeys and sucking
pigs were backed up by the largest in
fernal pit. Petunia was already elbow
deep in q cedar tub Of cornmeal for
the pones, and another minion was
shucking late roasting ears and wash
ing the sweet potatoes to be packed
down with the meat by o'clock. A
wagon was to collect the baked hams
and sandwiches and biscuits and con-
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fecttons Of all variety and pedigree
from the rest Of the league at 10
o'clock.
We didn't know it then, but another
wagon was already being loaded very
privately In town with ice and bottles
glasses and lemons and mint and kegs
and schooners. am awfuly glad thai
the Equality league had forgotten al
about the wetting up Of the rally, be
cause don't believe we would have
been equal to the situation with Aunt
Augusta and Jane both prohibition en-
thusiasts.
"Evelina," gasped Jane as we stood
on the edge Of the blur that commands
a view Of almost all the Harpeth val
ley stretched out like the very garden
Of Eden itself, crossed by silver creeks