Abbeville progress. (Abbeville, Vermilion Parish, La.) 1913-1944, 1920-11-20

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,ure were dissimlar. On the dresser
Low all the articles that had been in
his suit except the handkerchIefs
Irosh linen and underwear were laid
ort In rho Mace of what he had worn
His shoes set where he had left them.
hu+ they had been carefully polished
II was easy to divine that while he
sle,, someone had come into the room
,brough the rear door or the passage
that led TO the bathroom.
Accustomed TO hotels he glanced
along the walls in search of a beli
nusb button. On the side near the
r.or WAS a round continuance. He
wont over and recognized it a, the
routhnfece Of I'll oid-fashtoned speak.
inc tnbe. He stopped to it and called
irritably: Hello, hello. Is this the
kitchen? Hello
ives YES. I'm here, Mr.. Will" came
hack the voice of old Title. NV, hut
n does sound natural to hear you gin
ming me up
IT'S my clothes" broke in Clinton.
81 want my suit"
"Suit?" was the aSt0niShed renIy.
"Why. l laid out the very best every
day one you left
mo. no. mean my own suit; the
one wore last evening"
That? But you can't have it until
I get the pants pressed and the coat
cleaned. There's a grease spot most
as big as"
Clinton slammed down the cover of
the mouthpiece and returned to glover
at the changeling suit. But he did
not long remain inactive. Up through
the open window flOated clear, sweet
hail: "O-ho-o, O-hO-O, lazybones .
Aren't you coming DOWN."
He leaped into the fresh costume
and dashed to the bathroom without
stopping to examine the fit of the gar
ments. That he was able to get into
them at all was sufficient to satisfy
him for the time being. With hair
half brushed he hurried out into the
/ haii, Fastening MS ue.
You areT' she incredulously ques-
toned. "Wen. II you mean it"
How could l help it when you
called me?" he asked.
But / know how much you like 10
lie abed. II 1t wasn't for these dirty
old gloves I'd give you a big hug
for It."
He looked quickly aside and replied
in a tone of brotherly banter: Like
the Mikado. you make the punishment
fit the crime"
"Meanie I" she pouted. you WOULDN'T
say thatif~R,sa sktxed to hing you.''
How do you knovi Anyway,
mean precisely" he, stopped shor
and pointed at the spots on her biz
apron where she had knelt In the damI
soil. you've been working hard"
1.-THE early bird has been CATCHING
the worm. Those nasty cut
worms!" she complained. II catci
them and give them to Teddy Jone
for his fishing. Poor things! It's to,
bad they nave to be such nuisance
Come and see the roses"
To avoid bruising the flowers tina
dropped or thrust out over the patl
on either side he had to walk behin'
| her. She danced ahead of him. rap
turousIy calling his attention to he
especial favOrites among the blossoms
He agreed with all her praises, evl
IDENTIFY willing to accept her judgment
since he never shifted his gaze ava.
from her dainty head and graceful
girlish form. She had on q crisp ginG
| ham dress, and her abundant hal
hung down her straight little back Il
thick braid. There was excuse 70
even q brother to consider her ador
able. particularly q brother who coul,
not realize that she was his sister.
She glanced about and caught hi
rapt expression. "Oh. VIII, what {
III" she asked. "You look $3.50
as II you've been moonstruck! :"
81 am trying TO compose a poem,
he said. How is thfsf
| The Princess OF Posiee,
Amidst her bright roses,
| Alasi me supposes
Her brother TO be!''
mo wonder you look daft, II that 1
the way you feel" she remarked
Maybe so much beauty on an empt
Stomach has upset you"
ut is not the lack of breakfast,
he asserted.
well, then Oh! there's Ellie
coming out of the pergola."
He colored and looked toward Eller
who was eagerly approaching. AS b
caught her gaze his flush deepened.
Were waiting for you, dear" sal
Amy.
Realty" breathlessly murmure
Ellen.
Amy tugged at Clinton's arm
Don't be dummy. Speak TO her.
He bowed hastily to the other gin
in a futile attempt to avoid her tende
gaze. Pardon me, Miss Kirkland
L"
miss Kirkland the idea ,"-ad
monished Amy, and she sang mean
ingly:
The maden's standing by, sir;
'Tis yours to do or die. sly
Amy" murmured the stately Mis-
Kirkland, her cheeks scarlet with bliss
full shame.