Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1916-01-19

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"I'm not" said he. "Why, goodness
gracious, child, 1t would be- You'd
have to be in armor, of course?" he
broke off suddenly.
"Of course" she admitted with the
faintest of added color.
"Well, don't" said he.
"For what specific reasons" she de.
manded.
Because / ask it."
'That isn't enough"
He frowned.
"Isn't it?" said he. 'Then let me
say, because, if you do persist-if you
don't think any more for me than that.
l don't think I'd better come here any
more"
She looked at hin wide-eyed for a
moment. Then quietly she slipped off
the ring on the third finger Of her left
hand and passed it to him.
Gas you like" said she. II shall be
Jeanne dare tomorrow"
Before he could demonstrate she
was gone. She stepped past him and
he heard her going very firmly up the
stairs. He started to call after her,
but instead he squared his shoulders
and went out. and he did not close the
front door quite as softly as was his
wont.
He went to the club that night and
to forget his troubles he plunged into
game of bridge with Norton and
Babcock and old Colonel Haskins. He
played later than he had meant to;
also he played very badly. In conse-
quence he oversight next morning,
and he had an important appointment
with client at his office at $3.50
o'clock. 1t was after ten o'clock when
he rushed downtown.
Martial music gave him pause.
4and.clappings and cheers also greet
ed his ears. Of course, the parade.
He started on, but at that moment the
head of the parade came abreast him.
Behind the band was a huge banner
WltQ tue leSeNu.
VOTES FOR WOMEN"
And just back of that was wonder
full vision, girl in flashing armor, trim
and 1.-THE and straight on a snow
white horse. The shimmering helmet
she carried in her hands. leaving her
hair like spun gold cleaning in the
morning sun.
Frisby stood quite still while the
rest Of the procession passed. At the
end was handful OF men, marching
sturdily and looking very sheepjsh un-
der the gibes that were hurled at them
from their watching brothers on the
curb.
Frisby had quite forgotten that eli
ent at his office. All he thought of
was that wonderful girl at the head of
the procession on the snow-white
horse.
He pushed through the crowd. IN
another moment he had joined those
shame-faced, marching men at the end
of the procession. Then he marched
grinly, unnindful apparently that he
was being invited to go home and
wash the dishes and that he was being
told in many falsetto voices how per-
fectly sweet he looked.
There was a reviewing stand in
front of the Wonen's clubhouse. On
the stand we're various notables, men
and women. and before it while the
procession passed, the matchless Joan
OF Arc sat her white charger in her
glitterilg armor.
As the tail Of the procession came
along she caught sight of the standard
bearer. She gasped in surprise. She
said, Edward" very softly, but quite
distinctly. Then, as the banner was
dipped TO her in salute, she bent her
head and unloosed upon him the most
dazzling smile imaginable.
she had just reached home ard run
inside, and old William, their gardener,
was holding the horse, when FrisDy
burst in. In his excitement he had
even forgotten to ring. She started
with an embarrassed little laugh to
run upstairs (she was still in the ar
mor), but he caught her in his arms.
"Dearie," he cried contritely, as he
tlshed IN his pocket, take off that tin
can of gauntlet and let me slip this
back again, please. was wrong-all
wrong, as usual. Please let me put 1t
back
"On, Neddy." she laughed, "do look
out. This armor is all covered over
with sharp points. Be CAREFUL"
"It's we'll worth being cut to pieces
for" he sid with conviction, drawing
aer yet closer 10 MIN.
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