The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1917-01-13

Clendenning," said as my cheeks be.
 came crimson with modification, and
 tears would have come oyer 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. J
 and as he spoke that great and beauti-
 full 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 off 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 a grin that again was reflected on my face without my will and which did entirely take away my anger and embarrassment at his repulse.
 'Girls, girlsw 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 uniedged. 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 wait for a 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 go! Depart!''
 'The 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 Clendenning as he slid into the seat of his slim gray racer beside me and started from the curb on high without single kick of the engine. "Id like to wish nice girl whom he couldn't shake off on to him for about week and watch him squirm along to sur render. Wait until you see Sue Tom linson get hold of him down on the street some day. He shuts his eyes and just fires away at her while she QUITS 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 a 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 was soon to see and speak with a nice girl, even if it had to be in char acter of man.
 "Oh, she loves us-allv answered that Mr. Buzz, with the greatest gloom. "All of us~every blamed son of gun of us."
 "Oh, comprehend now that it is your wish that she love only you, MT. Clendenning, and are sad that she does not,'' I said as I looked at him with much sympathy.
 That is about it, prince, but don't say said so. Everybody chases Susan. She even wins an occasional ice cream smile from his excellency. bet she'd go up against that august iceberg itself in a tryout for 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. Pat is some little cornerer, be- lieve me-"
 "Oh, did like that Madam Whit worth, and I hope that it will be my pleasure to see her again soon," I said with an ice in my voice as caught my breath while MT. Buzz Clendenning drove between two cars and wagon with not so much as an inch to spare on all three sides of the car. It is as 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 himv' And this time it was three wag- ons that we slid between and beyond.
 Here we are at the generals, and 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 3 a. m Some shack, this of the gen. erals, isn't it Nothing finer in the state" And as he spoke that MT. Buzz Clendenning stopped the car be- fore the home of my uncle, the Gen. eral Robert, and we alighted from 1t together.
 do not know how it is that l can put into words the beautiful feeling that rose from the inwardness of me as stood in front of the home of my