The St. Charles herald. [volume] (Hahnville, La.) 1873-1993, 1918-05-25

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pres will be obliged, too
Mr.. Jernigan looked at her wonder
ingly. Talk about the selfshness OF
men" he Thought women amt MADE
Of anything but that self-Same article.
Aloud he said with dignity: IL am GO
ing to say l didn't know as had any
thing mapped out yet, but of course
| don't get to the end of my ideas In
half an hour"
His tone seemed to remind lanthe
of the hospitable traditions Of Viz
gina.
Come along to supper she sug-
gested, "only don't talk to pa as II you
knew much, or maybe he'll suspect
Pres didn't make up those t1ne new
notions
For many weeks after this Mr.. Jer-
nigan stayed In Norfolk, although ne
was badly needed In Wellsvilie. he
spent his mornings cOnscienIouSly 40
ing the many sights of the neighoor-
hood-Soldiers' home at Hampton.
Fortress Monroe, Hygeia hotel at old
Point, every one of which would nave
been run to far greater advantage mao
an Iowa man been at the head-ahu IN
the afternoons he taught lanthe 1ar
brOugh the essentials of progressive
trucking Her father had taken Tx
ing-naturally-to him, and often ne
went to supper with the 1arbrou6hS-
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 a tall, dark, lazy
looking boy, who evidently had no
Thickness about accepting another
mans cerebral fruits. He prohted 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
Mareschal Mel rose, its hundreds or
buds making the air sweet, but Mr..
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 vexation
referred purely to a matter of good
sense. Waste Is what l can't stand
owe that to the back-East bringing
up Aunt Mary had-and waste II
surely would be for him to get that
| fair flower of the South
There had to come an end-W ellis
vile would no longer be put off. and
one night when Mr.. Jernigan went into
the Yarbrough sitting room for his hat
after the usual placid evening on the
steps, he made himself say: well
folks, / guess this is the end OF my
visits. I must get back-and come to
Wellsville, all of you. and I'll see that
you meet the elite"
They were all standing, but Ianthe
dropped into chair.
Going" she said.
Pres turned to her-then the color
rushed to his dark cheeks. He stepped
toward Mr. Jernigan.
you've been talking crops to her
you have2 You've been making low
to her-you've-"
Mr.. Jernigan laid a hand on the
boys mouth stop your fool talk.
he said. Miss Ianthe-"
Ianthe sprang to her feet. II don
care two strawber's If you are goin
| NTipn
throwing open the door leading to thu
steep stairway, and then going up
stairs as fast as she could.
Mr.. Jernigan retreated dignifiediy
Il shall call upon you tomorrow n
said to the dazed Mr.. Yarbrough
Good night, Mrs. Yarbrough, ma am
good night. Mr.. Lewis. Let me wfsl
YOU success in your trucking In case
don't see you tomorrow"
He did not take the road toward No
folk. Through that misty gray lgh'
the light that wraps one around, tn
light that the jewellers on the Elizabeth
river call a June evening, he made nj
way to the wharf where he had mrs
seen Ianthe. There were no guano bag
there now, but he sat down on tn
planks where she had sat, and took u
the long pole which still lay there. II
laughed, whistled and sang as h
whipped the water with the pole-san
with subdued nasality. "She don't
don't care-two strnwber's-twos straw
ber's-no, she don't she don't" The
he drove the pole into the mud an
meditated. Ianthe was by him, lar
the in the purple calico which mad
her eyes too look purple. mo cal
cos" he said suddenly. "Wellsville'
best quality silk for Mrs. ]. Archibald.