The Glenwood post., 1921-09-17

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"Look," She Urged-It Was One OF the
Charming WiIes Of Asr@"Look At
Ny New Oress."
my new dress. Me and Pat made 1t,
every stitch of 1t. Don't you think It's
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! You
shouldn't have cared anything about
what my mother said; my mother
doesn't always see things in the true
light. You'll go 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, 81 want you to
have an education"
"What makes you want me to have
education. Bill Dale7"
Because you'd be such a splendid
"oihah, IL yOu all CuuCollOu.
Babe Littleford pursued with child.
like eagerness: And what mahes
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."
Rnha I I,f,
eyes were glad, filed with rejoicing.
If he didn't love her now, at least just
a weenyteeny 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
might-and she had a big notion TO do
1t. But what would he think of her?
Well, there would come day when
she would surely hug him with all her
might. She would simply break his
blessed bones, almost.
"Will you go 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 day
flower. It's the purest blue Of any.
They call 1t a dayfower because it
don't last but Jest one single day"
And again, pointing: "See rhat little.
reeny. purple fewer over there ut them
twisted laurels? That's called Jobs
tears, and they dOo't last but enc day.
neisher. That little red. spidery thing
is bee balm. Over yander at The
hick'ry is mOnkshood. | Earned the
names out % book Major Hradley
loan, me. Hadn't we better be a-gon'
toward home? It-itll be 1coIniu'
dark purity soon, woA't it?"
Said Dale. "Will you go back 70
Patricia tonOyrow?"
live been a-~onderin'," mur-
INJURED Babe. which is proper, BIZ.
bust or burstY'
Dale spoke quickly. Burst for you,
bust for me. VIII you go back to
PatriciaT
Beaten. Babe Littleford drew . long
breath and smiled.
Yes, Mister Dale" she answered
resignedly. Il will. I'll go whar-
where y0f want me to 60, eff its
to Torment. Now tell me how IL comes
that l find my people and their iDe-
mics as thick as mlasses in jug.
while we walk on"
When Dale returned to John More
lands cabin from having seen Babe
LittleforI 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 I'm us
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 a 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 hoy" he began-and