Vernon County censor. [volume] (Viroqua, Wis.) 1865-1955, 1922-11-15

1 WISE Lulu octt, tne moCkln9 pd-tFui
Dwight Insisted.
hooking bird I" Dwight cried. He
/ said baird"
Finer cried Cornish. "why, Miss
Lulu you have good voIceI"
Miss Lulu Bett, the hooking
baird" Dwight insisted.
Lulu was excited and in some ac-
cession of faint power She turned to
him now. quietly, and with look of
appraisal.
Lulu the dove" she then surpris-
ingly said to put up with you"
1t was her first bit of conscious
repartee to her brother-in-law.
Cornish was bending over Di
"What next do you sayT he asked.
She lifted her eyes, met his own,
held them. "There's such a lovely,
lovely sacred song here" she suggest
ed. and looked down.
you like sacred music?'
She turned to him her pure profile,
her eyellds fiuttering UP, and said: 81
love It."
THAT'S 1t. SO do /. Nothing like
nice sacred piece" Cornish declared.
Bobby Larkin, ut the end of the
piano, looked directly into DIS face.
"Give me ragtime," he said now,
with the effect of bursting out of
somewhere. "Don't you like ragtimeT'
he put 1t to her directly.
Dis eyes danced into his, they
sparkled for him. her smile was a
smile for him alone, all their store of
common memories was in their look.
Lets try My Rock, My Refuge"
| Cornish suggested. THAT'S got up
! real attractive"
Dis profile again. and her pleased
voice saying that this was the very
one she had been hoping to hear him
sing.
They gathered for my Rock, My
! Refuge"
"Oh," cried Ina, at the conclusion
of this number, I'm having such
perfectly beautiful time. Isn't every
bodyr eyerybody's hostess put 1t.
Lulu is" said Dwight, and added
! softly to Lulu: "She don't have to
hear herself sing"
1t was incredible. He was like q
bad boy with a frog. About that
photograph OF Ninian he found
dozen ways to torture her, called at
tentiOn to II. showed 1t to Cornish,
set 1t on the piano facing them all.
Everybody must have understood-ex-
cepting the Flows. These two gentle
souls sang placidly through the Al
bum Of Old Favorites, and at the
melodies smiled happily upon each
other with an air from another world.
Always 1t was us if the Plows walked
some fair, inter-penetrating plane.
from which they looked out as do
other things not quite of earth, say,
| flowers and fire and music.
! Strolling home that night, the
Plows were overtaken by some one
who ran badly, and as lie she were I'M
accustomed to running.
Mis- Pillow. Mis- Plowp this one
called, and Lulu stood beside them.
"Sayw she said do you know of
any Job that could get me? I mean
that I'd know how to dor A Job for
money. mean a job. )"
She burst into passionate crying.
They drew her home with them.
/ Lying awake sometime after mid
night, Lulu heard the telephone ring.
She heard Dwight's concerned rs
that sog' And his cheerful "Be right
/ there"
Grandma Gates was sick. she heard
him tell Ina. In a few moments he
ran down the stairs. Next day they
told how Dwight had sat for hours
that night, holding Grandma Gates so
that her back would rest easily and
she could fight for her faint breath.
The kind fellow had only about two
hours OF sleep the whole night long.
Next day there came message
from thar woman who had brought up
Dwight-"made him what he was"
he often complacently accused her. 1t
was n note on a postal card-she had
often written a few lines on a postal
card to say that she had sent the
maple sugar. or could Ina gen her
some samples. Now she wrote a few
lines on-s- postal card to say that she