Tensas gazette. [volume] (St. Joseph, La.) 1886-current, 1918-09-20

SOrter land and yOre climate Orter be
just the thing for them" he began. In
time he warmed to his topic, and
Ianthe drank in his wisdom as eagerly
as ever heather drank in the gospel.
But the sound of horn at last broke
in on the conference, and Ianthe lazily
struggled to her feet.
MAS blOwin' me up-well, IN GER
t'nly obliged to you. You don't know
any more for another timer"
u don't know as"
"Well, good-by." she interrupted.
"Pres' will be obliged, too"
Mr.. Jernigan looked at her wonder
ingly. Talk about the selfishness OF
men," he thought. 'wOmen amt made
of anything but that self-same article"
Aloud he said with dignity: 81 am go
ing to say didn't know as / had any
thing mapped out yet, but of course
I don't get to the end of my ideas In
half an hour"
| His tone seemed to remind 1anthe
Of the hospitable traditions of Vir-
ginia.
"Come along to supper" she sug-
gested, "Only don't talk to pa rs If you
knew much, or maybe he'll suspect
Pres didn't make up those fine new
notions"
For many weeks after this Mr.. Jer-
nigan stayed in Norfolk, although ne
was badly needed in Wellsville. He
spent his mornings conscientiOusly do
ing the many sights Of the neighbOr-
hOod-Soldiers' home at Hampton.
Fortress Monroe, Hygeia hotel ut Old
Point, every one of which would have
been run to far greater advantage had
an Iowa man been at the head-and in
the afternoons he taught 1anthe Var
brOugh the essentials Of progressive
trucking. Her father had taken a lik-
ing-naturally-tO him. and often ne
went to supper with the YarbrOughs.
After supper he and the father sat
on the front steps and smoked, while
he watched-a little grimly-1anthe
and Pres Lewis sauntering by the
river. Pres was tall, dark, lazy
looking boy, who evidently had no
Thickness about accepting another
mans cerebral fruits. He profited by
the hints Ianthe gave him during
the river bank strOlls, and when Mrs.
YarbrOugh was through with the
dishes he and Ianthe came to the
steps, and new ideas scintillated. Over
the porch of the little house grew a
Mareschal Mel rose, its hundreds OF
buds making the air sweet, but MIR
Jernigan's bitter heart did not let him
enjoy the sweetness. Yes, his heart
was bitter. He said to himself as he
sat listening to Pres talk, sat watch
ing Ianthe crush the rose leaves
against her cheek, that his vexatior
referred purely to a matter OF good
sense. waste is what 1 can't stand
owe that to the bacE-East bringing
up Aunt Mary had-1and waste II
surely would be for htm to get thai
fair flower Of the South"
There had to come an end-Wells
vile would no longer be put off, ant
one night when Mr.. Jernigan went into
the YarbrOugh sitting room for his hat
after the usual placid evening on thu
steps, he made himself say: swell
folks, I guess this Is the end Of m!
visits. I must get back-and come II
Wellsville, all Of you, and I'll see tina
. you meet the elite"
They were all standing, but Ianth'
. dropped into a chair.
Going" she said.
Pres turned to her-then the colo
rushed to his dark cheeks. He steppe'
> toward Mr.. Jernlgan.
you've been talking crops to her
you have? You've been making low
, to her-you've-"
Mr.. Jernigan laid hand on tn
. boys mouth. stop your fool talk,
, he said. miss Ianthe-"
Ianthe sprang to her feet. II don
care two strawber's If you are goir
, way-I don't, 1 don't" she cried
: throwing open the door leading to tn
( steep stairway, and then going uT
stairs as fast as she could.
, Mr.. Jernigan retreated dignifedl!
e II shall call upon you tomorrow" h
Q said to the dazed Mr.. YarbrOugf
p Good night. Mrs. Yarbrough. rha'am-
t good night. Mr.. Lewis. Let me wis
YOU success in your trucking In case
;. don't see you tomorrow"
v He did not take the road toward NJ
folk. Through that misty gray ligh
4 the light that wraps one around, tn
h light that the jewellers on the Elizabet
o river call a June evening. he made hi
$ way to the wharf where he had frs
}, seen Ianthe. There were no guano bat
there now, but he sat down on TIL
n planks where she had sat, and took u
:. the long pole which still lay there. II
v laughed, whistled and sang as h
whipped the water with the pOle-san
n with subdued nasality. "She don't
d don't care-twO strawber's-two straw
f ber's-no, she don't she don't" The
d he drove the pole into the mud, an
d meditated. Ianthe was by him, la
5. the in the purple calico which mao
Y, her eyes too look purple. mo cal
cos" he said suddenly. "Wellsville
T. best quality silk for Mrs. ]. Archibald
The Extreme.
j. "Is Judkins as mean as they say