Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1919-05-20

pounds up, $20.60: 100 to 165 poIrds, $19. so;
pigs, 120 pounds dwon, S17.75; throwouts,
$3.50 down.
sheep-Receipts 80; active lambs, $3.50;
sheep, $3.50 down.
your mother. Would you like to
She remained silent so long that
he became a trif1e uneasy.
with your mother" he repeated,
moving so he could see little more
Of her face.
at don't think mother would CO."
she said.
would she let you go?"
II don't think So"
There's nothing wrong with rae
ing. he said, If you don't bet money
on the horses"
But Rue knew. nothing about sport,
suggested combination Of Saratoga.
automobile, and horse racing left her
silent again:
Brandes sat down on the parapet
of the bridge and held his straw hat
on his fat knees.
Then we'll make it a family par
ty," he said, your father and moth
just go off for the day"
THANK you"
Would you like it?"
Eyes"
VIII you CO.?
"I--work III the mill"
livery day."
Eyes"
How about Sunday%
1--WE go to church. L don't know
:. :; Perhaps we might go in the
afternoon"
"Ill ask your father" he said,
watching the delicately flushed face
with odd, almost sluggish persist
ency.
His grey-green eyes seemed hyp-
notised; he appeared unable to turn
them elsewhere; and she, gradually
becoming conscious of his scrutiny,
kept her own eyes averted.
What were you looking at in the
Il was looking for our boat. 1t
isn't here. I'm afraid it has gone
over the DAM"
I'll help you search for it," he
said, when 1 come back from the
village. I'm going to walk over and
find somebody WHO'LL, cart that rum
about to the railroad station.
You're not going that way, are your
he added, rising.
"Then-" he lifted his hat high
and put it on with care-"until a
little later, Miss Carew. E. And I
want to apologize for speaking so
W yOu yCoIOLOdy. L III
sorry. It's a way. we get in New
York. Broadway isn't good for a
me, Miss Carew?"
Embarrassment kept her silent;
she nodded her head, and finally
turned and looked at him. His smile
was agreeable.
Until later, then" he said. This
is the Gayfield road, isn't it?"
Eyes"
She turned and walked toward the
house; and as though he could not
his hat in his hand once more.
"I like this place." he said. 81
wonder If there is a hotel in Gay
field" Y
"The Gayfleld House"
"Is it very bad?" he asked TO-
She seemed surprised. 1t was
considered good, she thought.
With a slight, silent nod of dis
missal she crossed the load and
went into the house, leaving him
standing beside his wrecked machine
once more, looking after her out Of
sluggish eyes.
Presently, from the house, emery
ed Stull, his pasty face startling in
it's pallor under the cloudless sky,
and walked slowly over to Brandes.
We'll, Ben said the latter pleas
antly, I'm going to Gayaeid to tele-
graph for another car"
How, soon can they get one ,up?'
cigar. into his slitted mouth and
lighting it.
"Oh, in a couple of days, I guess
[ don't know. 1 don't care much,
either"
I'VE can go on to Saratoga by
train" suggested Stull comnlacently
We can stay here, too
What for?"
Brardes said in his tight-lipped
even voice:
The f1shing's good. 1 guess I'll
try it, He continued to conten,.
eyes were turned on him !ntent1y.
How about the races?" he asked
DO we go or not?"
Certainly"
"When?"
when they send us car to &C
in"
isn't the train good snough?"
The fishing here is better"
Stull's pasty visage turned sourer
DO you mean we lose a couple
of days in this God-forsaken dunn
because you'd rather go to Saratoga
in a runabout than in a train?"
II tell you I'm going to stick
For how long?"
ooh. I don't know. When we gel
our car we can talk it over and
"Ah," calculated Stull in disgust
what the hell's the matter with
you? Is it that little skirt you was
buzzing out here like you never seer
| one before?"
GLOW did you guess, Ben?" re-
turned Brandes with the almost ex-
pressionless POPULARITY thai charac
| terized him at times.
THAT little redheaded, .'pindling
freckled. milk-faced mill-hand--"
Funny, amt 1t? But there's ne
| telling what will catch the tired
business man, is there. Benz"
"Well, what does catch him?" de
manded Stull angrily. whats the
onswer?"
1T guess she's the answer, Ben"
"Ah, leave the kid alone"
| I'm going to have the car Sent
up here. I'm going to take her out
Go on to Saratoga if you want to
I'll meet you there"
| "When?"
when I'm ready" replied Brandes
evenly. But he smiled.
Stull looked at him, and his white
face, soured by dyspepsia, became
sullen with wrath. At such times
too, his grammar suffered from in
digestion.
| (To BE Continued Tomorrow