The vidette. (Iuka, Tishomingo County, Miss.) 1912-1967, 1923-03-08

them carry the boat, ana I think they
have killed you; and / steal along to
stab, but then I know You are in the
boat All l DO then was to watch till
they go, and then go in. 1t was not
hard to do. No"
'You are an angel"
She laughed, shaking her head.
angels do not so into the fire. They
do not belong there Now, tell
you. show you the crooked way.
through the woods and out to the
river. The moon has come, and we can
see. If you know the way, you are
safe; but If you do not you mire down
and die in the o0ze, and not in the
fame. You would please follow me
now"
lie followed her, hoping that she
might be slow, TO prolong the joy OF
his being with her, but she was agile,
walking swiftly. Sometimes she would
turn slightly about to warn him of
dangerous place, and once she smiled,
the moon full In her face. "Tell me"
he inquired then: "What has passed
tonight, | hope, does not change what
was set for Thursday"
The land was beginning to rise, and
she was walking faster.
Thursday you may come"
she halted in an open space and
pointed toward the river.
1.-THE bird l hear him sing now. The
magnolia trees are over there. And
now it was again goodnight"
She gave him no chance to detaln
her for in an instant she was running {;
and he stood looking till in theedeep
shade her form was lost.
Old Stepho had not come home when
the Creole girl reached the house in
the swamp She sat down to think and
to listen to his foOtstep. He did not
come: and undressing, she lay down,
unused long time and slept A
knocking on the door and Stephos
voice called her:
"The sun he was high, but the leetle
gel she Sleep"
Soon she came oat, and lie drew her
to him and pressed his sandpaper
check against the coil Of her hair.
They sat where the house threw its
cool shade. Slowly he rocked in his
big chair, looking Up at the cane that
hid his home.
"trhis air, he good. He comes
through salt marsh from the Cuff,
with not the malaria. You bloom al
ways like the flower"
''But, Father, when do we leave
here? It must rot he that we are
here to live all the time?"
'Ha! The little bird wish to leave
the nest, to try her wings? That is the
way of birds and women. Soon, sup
pose, you will wish to marry some tine
man and leave your old father"
Not is not that. l love you
But it is lonely here, and"
''Mr Boyce, he is a fine young man.
If you marry him, you would not so
much leave me. l sec him often. He
buy from me the mules and cattle
which l bring down from the hills.
Why you no wish to marry him."
'But | do not love HIM"
'You would soon learn he is a fine
young man. 1 owe him much; and he
know much about my business that he
would keep quiet about tiff he WIS
of the family. And he would take you
often to the city and give you rich
dresses and diamonds"
'NIy dresses they are fine enough.
have the diamonds. too. But you must
know That l get lonesome here.
cannot play with the book all the time
. =. You are going again to buy cat.
tie in the hills, are you not?"
81 will buy them, yes"
"And you must on Thursday go to
the hills?"
eyes, on the Thursday, I will CO."
He fell asleep, for he was tired; and
when the sun came about, she drew
his chair into the shade He opened
his eyes. patted her hand and slept
again. She heard slight sound and
looking, saw Toner coming through the
cane. Swiftly she advanced toward
him, with hand appraised cautionlng
him.
you must make no noise. He is
asleep"
But I have come to tell him that
the carpetbagger spy he gone to come
back not again."
go away, and you can come back
and tell him"
''No, I stay and talk to you"
Stepho's voice called out. "Tonez,
come. am here"
She did not wish to hear them talk.
She looked at the Portuguese and
unused as she walked away: you do
not know, you scorpion, how close you
come to. the stab. Your time will
come, and l watch you"
Please hear in mind that ,,+bilo