The Madison journal. (Tallulah, Madison Parish, La.) 1888-current, 1919-10-18

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dinner, even when George Anderson
returned. Sunday evening was the
time, he explained, for going over the
weeks work with his factory man
ayers.
When Lucy came home the autumn
was far enough advanced to smell of
burning leaves. and for the annual
editorials, in the papers. on the purple
haze, the golden branches, the ruddy
fruit. ana the pleasure of long trampS
in the brown forest. George had not
heard of her arrival. and he met her.
on the afternoon following that event,
AT the Sharons. where he had gone i'm
the secret hope that he might hear
something about her. jamie Sharon
had just begun to- tell him that she
heard Lucy was expected home soon.
alter having 1T perfectly gorgeous
time '-intormation which George re-
ceived with no responsive enthusiasm
when Luy came demurely in,
proper little autumn figure in green
and brown.
Her cheeks We're flushed and her
dark eyes We're bright indeed: evil
dencrS, as George supposed. of the
excitement incidental TO the perfectly
gorgeous time just concluded; though
jamie and Mary Sharon both thought
they were the effect of Lucy'S having
seen Georges runabout i'm front of the
house as she came in. George took on
color. himself, aS he rose and nodded
inditterently; and the hot SuifuSion to
which he became subject extended its
area to include his neck and ears.
Nothing could have made him much
more indignant than his consciousness
of these symptoms of the icy indiffer-
encc which it was his purpose not only
to- show bu, To feel
She kissed her cousins, gave George
her hand, said How d'you do" and
took chair beside jamie with com
posture which augmented Georges ill.,
dignation.
How d'yJu do?" he said. 81 trust
that all truSt-I do trust"
He stopped, for it seemed to him
that the VOID trust" sounded idiotic.
Then, to cover his aWl,wardnesS. he
coughed. and even to his own rosy
ears his cough was oStentatiously
false one. Lucy sat silent and the
two Sharon girls leaned forward. star
ing AT him with strained eyes, their
lips tightly compressed; and both were
but too easily diagnosed as subject to-
an agitation which threatened their
Self-contrOl. He began again.
II tn hope you have had IA
pleasant time. | tr-I hope you are
well. | hope you are. extremely
hope ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
Il beg your pardonT Lucy said.
George was never more furious: he
felt that he was making a spectacle
of himself" and no young gentleman
in the world was more lOath than
George Anderson Minafer to look
figure of Iun. And while he stood
there, undeniably such figure, with
anu LhaAi tN-lll' W
burst at any moment, if laughter were
longer denied them, Lucy sat looking
at him with her eyebrows delicately
lifted in casual, polite inquiry. Her
own complete composure was what
most CALLED him.
Nothing of the slightest impOr-
lance" he managed to say. 81 was
just leaving Good-afternOon, And
with long strides he reached the door
and haste.,eu through the hall: but
before he closed the door he heard
fror. Janie and Mary Sharon the out
burst of wild. irrepressible emotion
which his performance had inspired.
He drove home in tumultuouS
mood. p | almost ran down two ladies
who were engaged i'm absorbing con-
yer alton at a crossing. They were
his Aunt Fanny and Mrs. Johnson; a
jerk of the reins at the last instant
saved them by few inches; but their
conversation was so interesting that