The St. Charles herald. [volume] (Hahnville, La.) 1873-1993, 1917-01-13
CHAPTER il-continued.

II
David looked up quickly at his
questioner. She was younger than he,
and pretty and freckled; and when |
she wrinkled up her nose as she
asked the question, David could not
forbear smiling. In spite Of the mo-
mentary smile, the utter hopelessness
that returned to his cavernous eyes
almost frightened her. She felt as
though she had unwittingly. knocked
at the door Of a house that hid a
tragedy, and she was on the verge OF
dismayed retreat. But under the
funny little nose there was kind
little mouth and square little chin;
30 she drew In her breath and ran up
all her colors.
1.-Two pound ten yard"
sTt's dollars not pounds here, you
KNOW she chided. you're English,
aren't your"
His smile was frankly bitter now.
'Tm done with England" he flashed
back. ri
"a Yankee then| even more I'm
credulously.
GS, IOdutk AC OuA5b Ava eAAs
She hastefed to remove the imIA.
cation of sccrn in her words.
swell, suppose Wen be, too-fa'
ther and /. We just arrived at Cory
don this morning. But I'm not thank
ing God especially for the prospect
His silence seemed to disconcer
her. She rhay have been conscious
of something In her that imagined
rebuke he did not intend. She bi
her lip and threw a backward glance
AThree cheers for the president !!
i The candor In her eyes lent a SINGER
stv to her words. She turned an
q beckoned TIC her father, who was chat
ting at the door. He seemed to D
used TO her humors, for he came fol
ward indulsently with. swell, daugf
terT'
He had Che broad, red face Of
nrosperous British farmer, rudd
disk in which you might discern u
sun-spot of guile. Heartiness rad
ated from HIM as from the maturin
SIM. His sArewd little eyes locke
an David with so honest kindline:
that David gave him instant trust.
strange thing for David knew 1t WI
the farmers IF England whose MOI
made the threepenny loaves who
mice had made the weavers 60 hu
CRY.
aFather, I want you to"-she turn
winsomely to the young storekeeper
aWbat in your namef"
The young man surrendered. Il
yid Laurence"
sThis is my father. MIR. Job Cra
mer. MY name is Lydia, ana I'm
only daughter and he does what
him 20. don't you, fatherT And
cave him a tug at his elbow.
THE name Lydia instantly Decai
for David one of those on the cal
dar. .a ,
Cranmer." - A.
niece of information she hao giea'
about her countryman.
.He says he Is going to i've NJ
"A fine country this, young Ma
apuroyed Mr.. Cranmer nearby.
mean TO settle here myself. Tney
me land Is as cheap here on lne
derness border as Goals In Ne"ca
Pm q farming man.
aYou,re no farmerY hazaroeu
girl to David.
aNo-I was weaver.
s0hrs said Cranmer, compren'
ing. sthen it hasn't been al s'
with YOU, hey, young manr
4 wave of dark red swept owe,
v,<i,s face and he seemed unaDis
buckingham way. maybeT pur'
=. .syss.s he assented. and choked
syonr people have been hard
den. haven't theyr pressed oea-
A' anA do not mind me Of it!. ?
s4,sy,d,s lips. He bowed ms
go 49, tears he could not con
Lydia turned to her 1a'ne' 80
PLANTATION. - suf.
9th the Luddites," re re,u a a..
=" ..Tell us" whispered Lydia w
sorry" r.u,aaa. blus,
Z Z. rrannaer, without an apoioss Ao'
oath. 4na man int
r,,sre was something about nam
.arsad uuestiCn.
buckingham market place = :
.,sstr observed the farmer.
You've been there ,,,, east J,
aAy. one whit Monday least J
ani ri, groves were green :
.vted lydia eagerly. n.ro
.sThere WINS blood q 'a aga pa !
uartinrnas two years aso, ~
, mas forth, ore s'noldering 10 q y
DosS. people gathered first .. q = :,
cose.fair in October mass then =
4. ~ plsnty we saw there e re- .ne 81
-. .,s,a p' u zild. MY father me ,, e
, lnsa, sts had eaten Ou ,,,, 0ne
49,