Mrs. Grundy. (Tracy City, Tenn.) 1903-1930, 1921-08-18


my new dress. Me and Pat made II,
every stitch Of 1t. Don't you think IFS
nicer"
"Sure, it's NICE" Dale agreed. But
any dress looks nice on you, Babe. II
only you'd stick with Mrs. McLaurin
and let her educate you'll You
shouldn't have cared anything about
what my mother said; my mother
doesn't always see things 10 the true
light. You'll 60 back, won't your
She bent toward him and asked
pointedly:
"Bill Dale, what makes you SO anx-
ious TO- me to go?"
Because" readily, II want you to
have an education"
"What makes you want me to have
q education, Bill Dale?"
Because you'd be such splendid
woman, If you had an education"
Babe Littleford pursued with child
like eagerness: "And what makes
you want me to be such s-splendid
woman?"
Dale lifted his gray eyes and an
swered her frankly:
Because expect to marry you
some day."
Babe Littleford blushed deeply. Her
eyes were glad, filed with rejoicing.
If he didn't love her now, at least Just
weeny-teeny bit, he wouldn't be
thinking of marrying her some day,
certainly, and this conclusion made
her happier than she had ever been In
all her life before, She wished wildly
that she could hug him with all her
highland she had big notion to do
1t. But what would he think Of herr
Well, there would come a day when
she would surely hug him with all her
might. She would simply break his
blessed bones, almost.
"Will you 60 to Patricia tomorrow"
he asked.
She really believed that she ought
to go. But the thought Of leaving him
was more hateful than ever, now that
she knew he meant to marry her. She
strove to change the subject
"See that little, teeny flower over
there--that little, teeny, blue one?"
she asked, pointing. That's a day
flower. It's the purest blue of any.
They call It dayflower because 1t
don't last but jest one single day."
And again, pointing: "See that little,
teeny. purple flower over there at them
twisted laurels? That's called Jobs
tears, and they don't last but one day,
neither. That little red, spidery thing
Is bee balm. Over yander at the
hick'ry Is monkshood. Earned the
names out o. book Major Bradley
loant me. Hadn't we better be a-goin'
toward homer it'll be a-comln'
dark purity soon, won't it2"
Said Dale, "Will you go back to
Patricia tomorrow
1--WE been a-wonderin'.r muir.
INJURED Babe. (which is proper, Bill,
bust or burstY"
Dale spoke quickly. Burst for you,
bust for me. VIII you go back to
PatriciaT
Beaten, Babe Littleford drc-v long
breath and smiled.
"Yes, Mister Dale" she answered
resignedly. II will. I'll go whar---
where you want me to 60, eff it's
to Torment. Now tell me how 1t comes
that | find my people and their ine-
mics as thick as m'lasses In a jug,
while we walk on"
When Dale returned to John More
lands cabin from having seen Babe
Littleford safely to her fathers door
he found Major Bradley and By Heck
waiting at the gate. Heck had some
important, bad news, he said.
Better not tell me about 1t until
after supper" replied Dale. "rm as
hungry as you ever were, By"
They went In to sit down to one OF
the best meals Addie Moreland had
ever prepared. When they had fin
ished eating. John Moreland led the
way into the best room, where they
took chairs. The major produced
cigars. BY Heck. swollen with feel
ing of greatness, lighted the wrong
end of his weed, faced Dale, and be-
gan to unburden his mind of its weight
of information.
''Well, Bill, old boy" he began--and
then stopped to wonder why his cigar
wouldn't smoke as well as the majors.
"Well. Bill, old boy" he went on, final
ly. Henderson Golf, he's shore been
as busy as a one-armed man In bum
nest. l CANT see, igod. what's
wrong with this here seegyar. He's
went and brung about twenty-five Tor
reys from two places knowed as Jer-
us'lem cove and Hatton's hell, to help
work his mine when he gifts 1t. They're
all a-puttin up with them Balls. The
TOrreys Is part Injun. Cherokee In.