Oxford eagle. (Oxford, Lafayette Co., Miss.) 1876-current, 1920-03-04
WEEKLY SHORT STORY
BY VIM. A. LONG.
FACT OR FICTION.

They were newlyweds, and anyone
could have noted tina fact had they
listened to the sugar-coated CONVERSE
ton of the lovers as they nestled to-
gether on the pullman seat. This
was their honeymoon trip. AS the
train rambled along, they sat there
and lived, loved and lied, both lost to
the world in loves sweet enhancing
dream. Soon a sweet and tender
voice broke the monotony of the
clickety-click of the car wheels.
George, she said.
eyes, my darling" he replied with
an equal amount of feeling.
"Who do you love more than any
body else in this bad old world?"
she asked, pickering up her pink lit
tie lips a trifle and arching her eye
brows in an expectant manner.
He looked at her with eyes whose
meaning only she could appreciate.
"You, my love, are the only enc in
this wide, wide world for me. / love
you more than anybody I've ever
seen, met, or heard Of, and -"
"But George" she quickly inter
rupted, suppose you were to meet
somebody else?'"
"Well, my own, / suppose l will,
but l can never love anybody as !
have you," he answered passionately.
Then shyly, and bit wistfully, she
said, Suppose l were deaf, darling,
how would l ever know you loved
me ?" And so he kissed her.
A minute of blissful silence slipped
by. 1t was the butcher boy this time,
who broke the silence.
"Ber-nanas, bernanas, grapes, Or
anges, apples, chewing gum, ber-na-
mas, bemanas, grapes, or -"
"Here boy" signalled George, pull
ing out an enormous roll of green
backs. Then, turning to his wife, he
tenderly inquired, "What will my love
nave, a banana, orange, chewing
gum, some grapes, or an applet"
"Has he got any peaches?" was the
most natural question she could have
asked5
"Have you, butcher? demanded the
young man.
"No sir, no peaches, only benanas,
grapes, oranges, apples, chewing
gum,' he ratified off, displaying his
wares. .Bernasas, bernanas, grapes,
oranges, apples, chew Bang
went the door, and the butcher was
gone. He knew women.
George racked the departed butch
err up the country in heated terms,
while his admiring wife drank in
every word.
Oh, George, she exclaimed, chow
gallant you are!
George was very angry. "Pll get
you a peach at the very next station,
he declared, If have to break my
neck doing ity"
She grasped, ooh, no, don't darling
promise me that you won't run any
risk, for really I don't want peach
anyway, l had much rather have an
orange, but we won't get it from
that horrid butcher boy"
Her earnest pleading convinced
George that his wife didn't want him
to break his neck, so he kissed hel
pretty lips, and all was well.
That was five years ago. Fate has
again brought them and the train, moi
the pullman this time, for the day
coach costs so much less. They sal
down, and could easily have put the
suitcase on the seat between them
so great was the gap.
"This darn train is too stuffy te
suit mev snorted George. Raise the
window there, grace, and let in some
good air."
"Looks like you might Do it, she
Jared back Five years ago you
would have jumped to raise it,
Thereupon she raised the window.
George impatiently looked at his
watch "Wonder when this train viii
decide to start up" he snorted.
In minute the whistle blew, the
couplings strained, and Che cars begar
to crawl.
CHOW for a beastly ride" growiet
the married man, settling down in tn
fcushions with a none too happy lool
on his face.
"You wouldn't have said that flv'
years ago." observed his wife.
"Oren, there you go again-fiv'
five years ago, five years ago. l al
most wish this was six years ago
then may be I could talk withou