The weekly Iberian. (New Iberia, La.) 1894-1946, 1921-11-26
Poetry and
Patches
BY JESSIE DOUGLAS.

| Niure newspaper Syndicate.
AS Sue swept the kitchen and hold
open the screen door to brush off tho
stone step she stopped for a moment
in GREATNESS delight
A round, glistening moon slid into
her vision against a bank of violet
cioudS. The commonplace of every
uay was shut out The little mamie
Tree was Swallowed like bamboo On
me edge OF the whispering stream, the
1alnt breath of lilacs drifted to her
with a sudden overwhelming sweet
ness.
Sue, the incurably romantic. left the
broom leaning against the door went
hurriedly into the kitchen and found
the stump OF pencil behind the wooden
CLOCK and the piece of paper on which
sne kept the butter list. and crept
our again to the mOonlit step.
In the silvery light she wrote the
first line:
"You taught me what 1t meant to
love"
And when several hours later she
had written the last:
In lilac-scented nights Of spring. 4"
she gave sigh of relief and went
softly up the back stairs to her bed
room under the caves.
Before she could repent she sent the
little poem to one Of the daily news
papers, addressed in her own odd,
vertical hand.
AS the days went by Sue completely
forgot her moment Of madness. For
there was much to do-bread-making
cleaning, the spring painting, the tiny
patch of garden that Sue always de
voted to her bachelor buttons and
pink poppies and old-fashioned white
pinks. Besides, Rosamond was going
to graduate in June and dress that
ROsamOnd had decreed should have
innumerable tucks was being made by
Sue.
Sue was bending over the last tuck
with queer little pain shooting across
her shoulder blade when Rosamond
fluttered into the room. Rosamond
was the family beauty. She was fair
and 1.-THE and just eighteen. with clear
blue eyes that she knew how to use
and dimple in her smooth peachy
cheek.
I'm dying to try 1t on; do hurry,
Sue!" she cried impatiently.
Sue Strengthened her shoulders,
slipped the frock over Rosamond's
fluffy hair, and as she caught the tiny
loops into their places she heard a
sigh Of pleasure.
II do look rather nice, don't I,
Sue7' Rosamond asked smiling &C.
statically. You're a dear, Sue, If
you're not pretty. Oh, l forgot, this
came for you today"
She held out letter that she had
put in the pocket Of her Bingham
frock, and Sue, tearing 1t open, looked
at it with dazed eyes.
"My Dear Miss Moore read with
much pleasure your poem In the Sen
tinel entitled In Lilac-Time.' l have
made musical setting for 1t, and If
1t would be possible to arrange meet
ing I should be glad to do SO. Per-
haps you would enjoy hearing 1t. Sin
cerely, ROBERT HERNDON."
Her poem in the Sentinel Sue ran
TO the pile Of newspapers behind the
kitchen door, and on hands and knees
went through them. Hidden away In
a corner in fine print was her poem.
Her cheeks burned as she read 1t and
her heart thumped rapturously. How
large her name looked: Susan Moore.
what are you dressing up forT'
Rose asked that afternoon. "Why, I'd
almost think you had beau. Sue
Moore! She giggled at her own wit.
In a few nervous sentences Sue had
told Rosamond the bare outlines OF
her daring, the poem she had written
and the man who sent her letter.
you've got to see him! You must
pretend that you wrote the poem"
She pushed her sister to the door as
she heard the bell tinkle through the
house.
On the landing above with hands
clasped over her heart, she heard ms
voice deep and pleasant and Rosie's
answering giggle.
Half an hour later Sue crept down
the stairs to the garden. Some one
else was bending over border. Some
one who Strengthened and gave her a
ouick glance Of comprehension.
II said good-by to your sister a
few minutes ago, but there was some
thing about your garden"
Sue liked his smile and the CLEAN OF
his white teeth; she liked HIS thought
ful dark eyes and the touch OF white
At his temples. She lifted hands full
Of mink peoples to him. Perhaps 1t
was their color that touched her
cheeks with pink, perhaps It was the
fragrance Of the garden that made her
seem so sweet, for a white butterfly
lowering a moment rested against her
soft. dusky hair and the man SAID
quietly: ut took you for flowerF
ooh. Suer voice called from an
upper window, "stop incoming there
"a cora IN and mend my dress