, 1921-09-29
The End of a
Feud
By MARTHA MAcwILLIAMs.

siper, Mrs. Nanny, while that lady was
washing up breakfast things to say
breathlessly: Must be some truth in
this talk OF the world coming to an
endl Actually Liza Brown came TO
church last night with a beau-and
who should the beau be but Prof. Nc
Goodini"
mol" Mrs. NANNY cried. Don't
ask me to believe thatl Why, she'd
run IL a man more than said 'Howdy
10 her-and as for him why, Brother
Ben says he never recognizes the ex-
istence of anything in less than six
syllables."
Il know, but / saw them-plain.
BE sure they made one stir in church.
Don't believe ten people heard the
tect, much less the sermon" said Miss
u at was funny after dismissal
everybody standing stock still a min
ute, rs though waiting for bride and
groom 10 90 down the aisle. And how
they stared-out of eye-corners, you
may say. No telling how long they
would have kept 1t Up, hadn't been for
Jeff Davis Perry. He may be wild,
but he knows what to do in a pinch,
so here he steps out, beckons the
other boys just h least bit-and
there they had the whole congregation
moving. Liza and the professor were
beet-red, knowing what 1t all can't
but when they had melted into the
crowd they seemed not to mind. How
l know is, l walked home right be-
hind EN-"
What did they talk aboutf" Mrs.
Nanny broke In.
Miss Sue giggled. STARS, and the
| Chaldees, and the Babe In the
Manger," she said. "Oh, he's got
words a plenty, when he has the mind
for EN-. Then stars really belonged
last night-they were SO big and
bright, and looked to be just above
the treetops."
~ do wonder-wnl that be 4 got"
Mrs. Nanny answered refiectively.
nice property, besides her home. And
he has money In the Building an Loan
besides what he gets for fooling with
bugs and snails and things at the
laboratory"
Mrs. Farley Pindar knows all that
-better'n we do, / reckon" said Miss
Sue. She's nosey anyway-then him
boarding In the house so long-why,
she's Jerry-on-the-spot."
"She always is-about other peo-
Plies business" Mrs. Nanny commented
acidly. But did you ever hear how
she spoke to him down town one
day-snd had TO tell him who she
wasr'
Miss Sue nodded, saying: II call
that rich. She can't have her claws
on him very deep. But. mark my
word. she'll hold to him like grim
death. Somebody ought to tell Liza
she's so shy and housekeeping. 1
doubt II she has ever heard a word"
Multiply this conversation by near
half the houses in Hillside-result,
Hillslde's amazemeDt over the
church going. Before next Sunday
bets were laid on the event-covertly,
because Jeff Davis Perry took II upon
himself to discountenance vigorously
n sporting event. His word carried
weight. socially and financially, albeit
he was under thirty, and given TO
minding his own business. Somehow
standing up for those who could not
stand up for themselves appeared to
him n vital part Of his business. Men
ought TO fight their own battles
therefore McGoodln did not count. But
Miss Liza, a faded, pretty thing. close
unnn forty usffharad Ia tha shodoNr %
n stern paralytic mother until the time
OF love and mating vas past, appealed
to his manhood. h had nobody
nearer than II banker-cousln who
thought the whole duty OF a kinsman
was keeping Liza from wasting her
substance In charity and asking her
to dinner at Christmas and Thanks
giving. She always declined the
invitntlons-whnt she did then was
something between her and sundry
pensioners. Nep and Jim. the loyal
black pair, who served her as they
had done her mother. could have told
fine tales. but they held TO the silence
they felt due the queer dolngs OF
quality white folks.
.Ien Davis ~ The more bound 10
her service by the ancient feud be-
tween their grandfathers. II had been
bitter enough, bloody enough, In the
old time 10 divide n church and dis
rupt a political campaign. As a very
small boy Ieif Davis had been taught
To hate the name of Jones, As u
man he laughed at that old rnncor.
However, Miss Liza might feel her
name should not he bundled about by
light tongues.
she came to church Sunday night
as iisual-but alone. Aud JEFF Davis
took II upon himself To walk home with
her. He had his reward, for seated
on the steps vas a beautiful, forlorn
something which cried plnintively
III you're Cousin Liza do please let
me in I've Knocked I'M my knuckles