Americus times-recorder. [volume] (Americus, Ga.) 1891-current, 1923-06-11
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of Colonel Henry Nelson, son
Bell Nelson, banker. Gray fails
'Sn love with Barbara Parker,
daughter of Tom Parker. Gus
Briskow, friend of Gray, takes
Ma Briskow and Allegheny, the
daughter, to the mountains.
Gray visits them and Ma shows
him where she goe to visit
fairies. Ma pretends she is prlu-
cess and Gray declares himself
a duke. A message comes with
information that Bud Briskow,
the son, has run away from
school. Gray offers to follow and
bring the boy home.
NOW co ON WITH STORY
'N-ntt exactly, but"
Allegheny rose with an excla-
nation of anger. well, | won't
meet 'em. He'd better mind his own
business"
why, Allie" the mother eU-
claimed, in mild reproach.
l won't! l hate everybody. Him,
with his high an fancy ways"
the girl choked. HE looks down
on US the same as other folks
does, an l don't blame him. He
acts like we was cattle, an we
are" her own scorn appeared to
whip the speaker into, a higher
frenzy. Now, he's gone off to
spoil Buddy's doins. Butin' in,
that's what it is. If | knew where
Buddy is I'd warn him. I'd tell
him to look out. I'd tell him ito
grab his chance when it comes
along, if it takes all the Briskow
money, all the Briskow wells. He's
lucky, Buddy is. 1t don't make any
difference who he took up with, if
he loves her"
Never but once before had the
Briskows seen their daughter in
a mood like this and that was on
the occasion of their first visit to
Dallas.
1t was several moments after
the door Of Allies room had
slammed behind her before Gus
Briskow spoke, and then it was
a deep sigh. :
L been afraid of something
like this, Ma. reckon we're go
in to pay dear for our money be-
fore we get through"
An him with a princess in Wi
chita Fallsp' the mother quavered.
Chapter XVIII
A Welcome Visitor.
While it cannot be said that
Tom Parker had ever labored ard
uously at anything, nevertheless
he had followed his calling faith
fully, and the peculiar eXigencies
of that calling had made Of him
a light and fitful sleeper.
That small room at the rear Of
his office Barbara had cleared of
its dusty accumulations- its
saddle sand saddle-bags, its rusty
Winchesters its old newspapers
and disorderly files-and had
transformed into retreat for
him.
Tom approved of the change
after he became accustomed to it,
for he was subjected to fewer ir-
ritating distractions there than
elsewhere. 1t was his practice to
sleep from nine-thirty until ele-
ven, when Bob" fetched him
glass of orange juice with
spike in it. This refreshing bev-
erage filled him with new energy
to tackle the issues of The day,
and thereupon began a routine as
fixed as some religious ritual
Promptly upon the count of TWEEN
ty he emerged from the inner Of
flee, slamming the door energeti-
cally behind him.
Whether Bob" was alone rr en-
gagged with clients, Old Toms air
was always the same; it was that
of a busy man weighted with grave
responsibilities. He frowned; he
muttered, hurriedIy:
Got to see man; back in an
hour Anybody calls, tell 'em to
wait. F"
This took him to the front
door, which he also slammed be-
hind him-there being a certain
force and determination to the
sound of slamming door. Then
he limped down the street to
Judge Halloran's office. The judge
usually had the checker-board out
and set when Tom arrived.
This morning Bob" was alone
at her desk when he came out,
and something about her appear
ance caused the old warrior to
look twice.
my goodness! son, you're all
dressed up" he said, as he noted
"Bob's" crisp white dress, the
rose upon her bosom, the floppy
hat that framed her face. Church
sociable som'ers?"
No, dad"
You certainly are sweet"
Toms bleak, gray face softened
then some vague regret peered
forth from his eyes. Certainly
are sweet, but"
But what?" The girl smiled up
at him.
"Oh. | don't know-seems like
you amt quite the same boy you
was. You're S'chahging lately,
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