The Bolivar County Democrat. (Rosedale, Miss.) 1887-1969, 1922-12-02
JlM'S WISH
By CORONA REMINGTON
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60 by Mcclure Newspaper Syndicate.>

Icy .here, jim! Great sport to
see you in the old town again"
Great to be here" declared Jim
Channing as he gripped Agnes Hub
bards hand.
In short time they reached the
entrance to the Hubbard place.
My, it looks wonderful and cool up
there among the trees. l always liked
that big old, white house." said Jim.
And such an inviting porch, with the
awnings and linen-covered chairs"
Il always liked it, too, but I'm not
home much. Dad says 1 have more
outside interests than any girl he ever
knew"
Agnes chartered through the lunch
con and they hurried off afterward to
the golf club. On their way out to the
car Jim glanced wistfully at the cool
porch and the inviting smoke stand
beside a comfy chair.
Gee, it's hot !' he declared half an
hour later, as he stood on the golf
links.
Not much," scoffed the girl. "You
ought to try it here in August. 1t is
hot then"
They played until five o'clock; then
Agnes hauled him off for little swim
before dinner. She was champion
swimmer and raced him half way
across the lake and back.
Lets dive a little" she suggested.
"T'hen We'll have to get home. Dim
ner's at $3.50 and some of the old
crowds coming over for dance this
evening"
"What!" said Jim almost forgetting
to paddle.
eyes, coming over for a dance to-
night. Won't it be fun!"
"Er-sure."
Somehow, he lived through 1t and
managed to keep on the floor. Every
muscle in his body was screaming in
rebellion and at times he thought
seriously Of running away. At one
o'clock the dance ended and Jim was
permitted to go to his room.
'Good-night," called Agnes up the
stairs, "and, Jim, be ready at six.
We're going for a hike and have pic
mic breakfast afterward. Nothing like
hike to start the day right"
But Jim did not stay for the hike.
Instead he changed into his street
clothes, threw his belongings into his
grip and seated himself to wait for
everything to quiet down. While wait
ing he scribbled a note and pinned II
to his pillow which read:
"Dear Aggy:
II can't tell you why-lawyers all
have secrets, you knOw-but I must
catch the 4 80 train. Good-by and
many thanks to you and Bill for the
most active twelve hours ever spent.
Will write.-Jim."
Like a thief in the night he stole
OUT Of the big white house and down
through the trees. 1t was two miles
to the depot, but with Jim's amount
of determination anything was pos
sible. With gritted teeth he started
trudging along the sandy road, carry
ing his heavy grip first In one hand,
then the other. Kind Providence sent
a milk truck along on it's way to the
city with its load of baby breakfasts,
and at the wheel sat a man with a
heart, which was more of the work
ing of kind Providence. The truck
slowed down and the man asked Jim
to jump In and ride. He reached the
depot just in time to catch the train.
He had promised to visit another old
college mate 200 miles down the road
"a little sOft-eyed girl who was a
herO-wOrshiping freshman when he
was full-fedged senior, president Of
the class and enjoyed other honors.
Lillian Bishop was genuinely glad to
see Jim again and she showed 1t in
the dancing light in her brown eyes.
Mr.. and Mrs. Bishop were pleased to
see him, too; they had heard so much
about him from Lillian. Together the
four had a delicious luncheon. Every
thing was quiet and peaceful and rest
full, and afterward they strolled out
into the yard.
"You know what I'd love to do?"
said Lillian.
'No, tell me and we'll do it."
"Well, l didn't make any plans for
entertaining you because I thought
you'd be tired. So I have no plans,
but I'd love to get my sewing and
book and couple Of soft cushions
and we could go out under that big
tree and you could stretch out and
smoke while 1 sewed and we could
talk about old times. Then afterward
1 could read to you and you could lis
ten or just browse awhile. You look
so dreadfully tired, jim; / noticed 1t
first thing"
Lord, what domestic blissl" said
Jim, fervently. you're the most femi-
nine girl I've seen in years. You're
comfortable to have around IL
wish 1 could have you always" he
said, floundering as he unconsciously
gripped her hand.
"How do you know you cOuldntY'
she asked, mischievously. 'Have you
ever tried?"
"Do you mean thatT he asked
tensely.
"You might try and see," she sug-
gested.
And he did.