The Press., 1916-12-21

Il am abashed, and l beg your par , don for offending against the customs . of your country. l do remember now |, that my father did not permit such a
 salutation from his brother officers and I will not do so again, M. Buzz Clendenning," said as my cheeks be came crimson with modification, and , tears would have come over my eyes
 had my pride permitted.
 This is what he meant you to do, Buzz, you duffer. I said goodby to ; twenty-two of my friends this way the day I set sail from old Heidelberg ''
 and as he spoke that great and beauti- ful and exalted Gouverneur Faulkner
 did bend his head to mine and give to
 me the correct comrade salute of my
 own country on first one of my cheeks
 and then upon the other.
 "Yes, sir; it's mighty pretty to look
 at, but I reckon the kid had better
 stow the habit before he is introduced
 to Jeff Whitworth and Miles Menefee
 and the rest of the bunch," said that
 MT. Buzz as he left of wiping from
 his cheek with the back of his hand
 the kiss I had put there and admins
 tered to me another embrace on my
 shoulders with his long arm. Besides,
 youngster, there are girls in Hayes
 ville." he added, with grin that again
 was reflected on my face without my
 will and which did entirely take away
 my anger and embarrassment at his
 rerulse.
 Girls, girlsr' exploded my uncle. the
 General Robert. ''The female young generally known as girls are about as much use to humanity as a bunch of pinfeathers tied with a pink ribbon would be in the place of the household feather duster that the Lord lets them grow into after they reach their years of discretion. Robert has no time to waste with the unfledged. Don't even suggest it to him, Clendenning. And now you can take him around to my house and tell Kizzie to begin filling you both up while I wait for moment to go over these papers with the gover- nor. And both of you avoid the female young, for we've work for you-mind you. work and no gallivanting. Now gOi Departf'
 '1The old boy is forty-two centime- ter gun that fires at the mention of the lovely sex and doesn't stop until the ammunition gives out," said MT. Buzz t1endenning as he slid into the seat of his slim gray racer beside me and started from the curb on high without a single kick of the engine. I'd like to wish a nice girl whom he couldn't shake off on to him for about a week and watch him squirm along to sur render. Wait until you see Sue Tom liason get hold of him down on the street some day. He shuts his eyes and just fires away at her while she purrs at him, and it is sight for the gods. Sues father died and left her with her invalid mother and not enough money to invite in the auc- tioneer. but the general took some old accounts of the doctors, collected and invested them and made up plenty of money for Sues grubstake, though he goes around three blocks to get past her. Sue adores him and approaches him from all sides, but has never made landing yet. Say, you'll like Sue She is pretty enough to eat, but don't try to bite. It's no use"
 ''Is it that this lovely Mile. Sue does not like gentlemen save my uncle, the General Robert?' I asked with great interest. I was glad in my heart that l was soon to see and speak with a nice girl. even if it had to be in char acter of a man.
 ''Oh. she loves us-allr' answered -h"t ur. Buzz. with the greatest gloom. "An Of us-every blamed son Of gun of us.''
 Al. l.t your wish that she love only you, Mr. Clendenning. and are sad that she does nOt," l said as l looked at him with much sympathy.
 '-That is about it. prince. but don't say l said so. Everybody chases Susan. She even wins an occasional ice cream smile from his excellency. I bet she'd go up against that august iceberg itself in a tryout for a First Lady of the State badge if Mrs. Pat Whitworth hadn't got the whole woman bunch to believe she has a corner on his ice. Mrs. Fat is some little cornerer, be- | lieve me-
 "Oh I did like that Madam Whit | worth. and hope that it will be my 1 pleasure to see her again soon," said l WILL dn NOlCc us I my breath while Mir Buzz Clendenning | drove between two cars and a wagon | with not so much as an inch to spare l on all three sides of the car. It is as l | like to drive when at the wheel, but | sitting beside another
 You'll see her at the governors | dinner for you Tuesday, if not sooner, | and just watch her and the general | war dance with each other. He opens | his eyes when Mrs. Pat attacks, and he imagines he is the whole Harpeth valley militia defending his excellency of Iceland from her wiles. Just watch | himr' And this time it was three wag- | ons that we slid between and beyond.
 Here we are at the generals, and l l can smell Kizzie's cream gravy with Ly minds nose. I understand that | your father was the last Henry Car | ruthers of five born up in the old ma hogany bedstead that the general in- | habits between the hours of 1 and 5 | a. n Some shack. this of the gen. | erals, isn't it Nothing finer in the | state.' And as he spoke that Mir. | Buzz Clcndenning stopped the car be- fore the home of my uncle, the Gen. | eral Robert. and we alighted from 1t | together.
 I do not know how 1t is that I can | put into words the beautiful feeling | that rose from the inwardness of me | as I stood in front of the home of my | fathers in this faraway America. The | entire city of Hayesville is a city of old homes I had noticed as I drove in the gray car so rapidly along with MT. Buzz Clendenning while he was speak ing to me, but no house had been so beautiful as was this one. It was old, with almost the vine covered age of the Chateau de Greg, but instead