Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1915-01-29

larger man, anu ludL lhO fiodbo pO-
meath was gnarled and weather beaten.
marked with the signs of stubborn
and unreasonable will
Even now the aged belle could hear
him saying: Here be, come Ground
ter pop ag'in. Ready ter hitch?"
Samuel's inelegant English had al
ways been a source of distress to
Blossy; yet still she stared long at
the picture.
Six months had passed since his last
visit; tomorrow would be the date of
his winter advent.
Should she give the old unvarying
answer TO his tireless formula?
She glanced around the tiny room.
Ashamed though she was to admit 1t
even to herself, she missed that ample
and cozy chamber which she had 30
freely surrendered to Abraham and
his wife, She missed it, as she felt
they must crave their very own fire.
side; and the thought that they missed
the old homestead made her yearn for
the home that she might have had
the home that she still might have.
Again she brought her eyes back to
the portrait; and now she saw, not the
characteristics which had always made
1t seem impossible for her and Samuel
to Jog together down life's road, but
the great truth that the face was hon
est and wholesome while the eyes
looked back into hers with the prom
Use Of an answering care and affec-
ton.
The next morning found Blossy
kneeling before plump little leather
bound, time-worn trunk which she kept
under the caves of the kitchen cham
Der. The trunk was packed hard with
bundles of old letters. Some her
younger fingers had tied with violet
ribbon; some they had bound with
pink; others she had fastened togeth-
er with white silk cord and there were
more and more bundles, both slim and
stout, which Blossy had distinguished
by some special hue of ribbon In the
long ago, each tint marking different
suitor's missives.
To her still sentimental eye the col
ors remained unfaded, and each would
bring to her mind instantly the pic
ture Of the writer as he had been in
the golden days. But save to Bloesy's
eye alone there were no longer any
rainbow tints in the little old trunk;
for every ribbon and every cord had
faded into that musty, yellow brown
which is dyed by the passing Of many
years.
Abraham discovered her there, too
engrossed in the perusal Of one of the
old letters to have needed his creak-
ing steps upon the stairs.
Didn't see yer, till most stumbled
on yer" he began alphabetically Il
come fer the apple-picker Thar's
handful of russets in the orchard yit,
that's calc'latin'. ter spend Christmas
up close ter heaven; but Say.
Blossy," he added more loudly, since
she did not raise her head, "yew seen
anythin O. that air picker?"
Blossy glanced up from her ragged
edged, crackly billet-doux with start,
and dropped the envelope to the floor.
For the moment, SO deep in reminis-
cence was she, she thought Captain
Darby himself had surprised her;
then, recognizing Abe and recalling
that Samuel's winter visits were inva-
riably paid in the afternoon, she broke
into shamefaced laugh.
"Oh, is that you, Brother Abe?
Don't tell the others what you found
me doing These" with wave of
her delicate, blue-veined hands over
the trunk and its contents, ARE all
old love letters of mine. Do you think
I'm silly old goose to keep them
cluttering around so long?"
al'-Abe with an equally dep
recatory gesture indicated Angy's
horsehair trunk in the far corner of
the loft-"yew amt no more foolisher,
l guess, over yer old trash n me an
Angy be a-keepin' that air mimi
stock of mine. One lot is wuth bout
as much as t'other."
Recovering the envelope that she had
dropped he squinted at the superscrip-
ton. mot meanin' ter be inquisitive
or personal, Sister Blossy," teasing
twinkle appearing in his eye. "but this
looks dretful familiarity, this here
handwritin does. When l run the
beach-yew've heard me tell of the
time / was on the life-savin' crew
over ter Bleak Hill fer q spell-my
cap'n he had fist jest like that.
Useter make out the spickest, span
nest reports. Lemme see," the twinkle
deepening, didn't the gals say yew
was 'spectin' somebody terday? Law,
I amt saw Cap'n Sam1 fer ten year
or more guess on these here pop
pin trips O. his'n he hain't wastin'
time on no men-folks. But, Blossy,
yew better give me chance ter talk
to him this AFTERNOON, an mebbe I'll
speak good word fer yer"
Blossy, not always keen to see a
joke, and with her vanity now in the
ascendent, felt the color rise into her
withered cheek.
ooh, you needn't take the trouble
to speak good word for me. Any
man who could ever write letter like
this doesn't need to be coaxed. Just
listen:
The man you take for a mate is the
luckiest dog in the whole round world. I'd