Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1922-09-05

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CART, the unbridled, unmodified male.
Monona stood Ia the circles of his
arm. The little being was attentive,
softened, subdued. Some pretty, faint
light visited her. In her listening look,
she showed herself charming child.
1T strikes me-" said Ninian to Lulu,
"that you're going to do something
mighty interesting before you die"
II was the clear conversational I'M
pulse, born Of the need to keep some
thing going, but Lulu was all faith.
She closed the oven door on her pies
and stood brushing flour from her fin
gers. He was looking away from her,
land SIZE looked at him. He WIS COM
lpletely like his picture. She felt as
If she were looking at his picture and
she was abashed and turned away.
"Well, hope So" she said, which
had certainly never been true, for her
nothing but mush of discontent.
Il hope can do something that's nice
before I quit" she said. Nor was this
hope now Independently true, but only
surprising longing to appear interest
ing In his eyes. To dance before him.
What would the folks think of me,
going on so?" she suddenly said. Her,
mild sense of disloyalty was delicious.
So was his understanding glance.
you're the stuff" he remarked alb
sently. ~ ,s.,z
She laughed happily.
The door opened. Ina appeared.
"Well!" said Ina. 1t was her re-
hottest tone. She took this man to be
a peddler, beheld her child in his
clasp, made quick forward step, chin
lifted. She had time for a very javelin
of look at Lulu
"Hello!" said Ninian. He had the
one formula. II believe I'm your hus-
bands brother. Amt this Ina?"
1t had not crossed the mind of Lulu
to present him. f'
Beautiful it was to see Ina relax,
soften, warm, transform, humanize 1t
gave one hope for the whole species.
"Ninian!" she cried. She lent
faint impression of the double to the
initial vowel. She slurred the rest,
until the sound squinted In. Not
Neenyun, but nearly Neenyun.
He kissed her.
"Sinee Dwight isn't here!" she CRIED.
and shook her finger at him. Ina's
conception of hostess-ship was def
mite: A volley of Questions-was his
train on timer He had found the
house all right? OF course! Anyone
could direct him, she should hope. And
he hadn't seen Dwight? She must
telephone him. But then she arrested
herself with sharp, curved fling OF
her starched skirts. No! They would
surprise him at tea-she stood taut,
lips compressed. Oh, the Plows were
coming to tea. How unfortunate, she
thought. How fortunate, she said.
The child Monona made her knees
and elbows stiff and danced up and
down. She must, she must participate.
"Aunt Lulu made three pies!" She
screamed, and shook her straight hair.
Gracious sakes," said Ninian. VI
brought her pup, and If didn't for
get to give 1t to her.
They adjourned to the porch--Nin-
ian, Ina, MOnona. The puppy was
presented, and yawned. The party
kept on about "the place" Ina de-
lightedly exhibited the tomatoes, the
two apple trees, the new shed, the
bird bath. Ninian said the unspell-
able "m-m," rising infection, and the
Il see," prolonging the verb as was ex-
pected of him. Ina said that they
meant to build summer house, only,
dear me, when you have family-but
there, he didn't know anything about
that. Ina was using her eyes, she was
arch, she was coquettish, she was fir
tatious, and she believed herself
to be merely matronly, sisterly, wom-,
She screamed. Dwight was at the
gate. Now the meeting, exclamation,
banality, gutfaw good will.
And Lulu, peeping through the
blind.
When "tea" had been experienced
that evening, it was found that light
rain was falling and the Deacons and
their guests, the Plows, We're con-
strained TO remain in the parlor. The
Plows were gentle family lustrous
folk, sketched into life rather lightly,
as II they were, say, looking In from
some other level.
"The only thing" said Dwight
Herbert, "that reconciles me to rain Is
that Pm let off croquet." He rolled
his RS, a favorite device of his to in
duce humor. He called it "croQuette."
He had never been more irreprssslble.
The advent of his brother was partly
accountable, the need to show himself
a fine family man and host in pros
\ porous little home-simple and pa
fhetic desire.
"Tel you what We'll do" said
Dwight. min and I'll reminisce a lit
le."
"Do" cried Mr.. Plow. This gentle
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