The Aberdeen weekly. [volume] (Aberdeen, Miss.) 1878-1933, 1919-02-07
When a Maid
Laughs
Copyright, by Mcclure Newspaper
Syndicate)

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Syndicate)
When John Lawrence left his HON,
on the outskirts of town and took tn,
little path along the railroad h,
walked as though he were treading OF
air. His heart was in tune with al
the world and the autumn sun, jus
setting, seemed a great pot of gold, a
the end of his days rainbow, beckon
Ing him on toward everlasting happi
ness. Lillith had given him TO under
stand that afternoon that she really
cared-Lillith, who had coquetted witt
him ever since she began going away
to school. There could be no mistake
about her attitude this time, her open
encouragement permitting but one in.
! depreciation.
May come-tonight? he had whis-
pered as he was leaving her.
TRY and see" she answered coyly,
waiting him a butterfly kiss from the
tips of her fingers. And he was going
to her now. He had determined TO set
tie the future that very evening, come
what may, and he was thinking with
honest pride, as he walked along, of
the comfortable nestegg in the savings
bank which he could offer Lillith.
When he was almost in front of the
house he heard q sound of laughter
and merrymaking from within, like a
diScOrdant note in the song his heart
was singing.
Bother take it :" he muttered. "Why
couldn't she have been alone tonight
of all times?'
Here he is" shouted Lillith gayly.
answering his ring; lets make him
stir the fudge"
He was dragged playful1y into the
living room, Invested of outer gar
ments and adorned with a huge ging-
ham apron, which Lillith tied under
his arms.
Domestic roles are very becoming"
she whispered with a blushing smile
which set mis- heart to beating a brisk
tattoo. Here's the spoon, and don't you
dare stop beating until 1 give you per-
mission"
She closed his fingers over the spoon
with an affectiOnate pat, turned the
blaze n trifie higher under the chatting
dish, and then lefS him to play duet
with Hugh Birch. Still John had no
thought save that of being in Lillith's
home for just one purpose, which he
meant to accomplish in spite of Wis
itors.
why all the hilarity here this eve
ning?" he inquired casually of Nell
Blakesly, who had taken a place be-
side him at the table.
Nothing special that l know Of Lii
18th just telephoned late this afternoon
that she thought Il chafing-dish party
would be fun, so we all came over"
Lillith Anderson had resorted to her
old trick of playing with fire once too
often. John was confident she must
have known what he was coming for
and. with the courage born of despera-
ton, he decided there was no time like
the present
"Lillith, come here" he called.
The new note of determination In
his sudden command startled the girl
into obeying at once, thing she was
not in the habit of doing.
AT your service, captain" she
saluting, soldier fashion. as
Nell. Fudge ready?"
Il don't know thing about it, and
neither do l care a rap!" he answered
doggedly. II came here 10 see you
alone and you deliberately planned |
this"
Love is like the red, red rose,'"
she sang, interrupting him, while she |
took the spoon from his hand, turned /
out the blaze and began beating the /
Steaming mass as though her very life |
depended upon it. "Now, fellow citi-
zens," she called out, well soon have |
delectable TO please your
sweet teeth, If John will carry it out
70 cool"
She poured the fudge upon Il platter
and held it out to him in such half
frightened, pleading way that, as usual.
he fell before the spell of her wonder
ul eyes and found himself carrying
he candy obediently TO the back porch.
But a dash of the bracing night mir re-
established his determination and he
ore off the apron as he strobe angrily
nto the hall. Must you go, John?"
Lillith asked timidly, with a faint
lote of concern in her voice
Il shall not stay here and have you
mock me for one more second You
,new-you must have Known was
coming here tonight 70 ask you to be
ny wife and you've played with me
ust as long as you're going to! What's
our answer?'
He led her into the vestibule and
hut the door, just as the rest of the
'arty adjourned to the back porch to
the candy, so they were alone.
''Will you marry me?" he went on,
aking her face between his hands and