San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1923-08-26

here to live, you were what always
remembered when l thought OF Mar
low, Lucius. And remembered things
you'd said 10 me that l hadn't thought
of at all when you were saying them.
l was so strange!. I've got to knowing
you better and better all the long. long
time I've been away from you. 1t
seems queer and almost little wicked
to say it, but. / could remember you
even more clearly than i could papa
and mamma-and, oh ! how I've looked
forward TO seeing you again and to
having you talk to me about every
thing! Why won't you come tiiis even
ing? Aren't you really GLAD Tn ho:le
again."
%"That's the trouble." lie said.
"What in the world do you mean?"
she cried.
al gather" he said slowly, "from
what you've said, that you think more
about men when I'm not around
where you have to look at me Be
sides" .-. SIS.
besides what?" she insisted, as he
moved toward the gate.
L fulu ll<uNANo ahN
voice was husky and honest. I'm
afraid to meet Maud and Bill"
She uttered half word OF protest,
and it went unheard. Browning. she
stood watching his departure. Then,
all at once, she pressed an insignifl-
cant handkerchief to a charming
mouth overtaken by sudden laughter.
But she made no sound or gesture
that would check Lucius Brutus Allen
or rouse him to the realization OF
what he was doing. o.. --..s
!. The sturdy gentleman was march
ing tup1 Pawpaw street, unconscious
that he had forgotten to return the
long handled blue parasol to its own
ser--and that he was now jauntily
carrying it over his right shoulder.
Mrs Ricketts, spoke half aloud:
.Nobody-not one - never any
where :" she said; and she meant that
Lucius was unparalleled.
; When Mr.. Allen debouched upon
Main street from Pawpaw, he encoun-
tered Mortimer Fole.
"Takin' it to get mended, 1 suppose,
Lu?"'
aGet what mendedv asked Lucius,
pausing. 49,.
"Her parasol,' Mr.. Fole responded.
"If you'll show me where it's out OF
order. ] expect / could get it fixed w
about as well as anybody. I'd be
willin' to carry it up TO her house
for you, too. i go by there anyhow,
on my way home.
"No. Mortimer. thank you" Lucius
brought the parasOl down from his
shoulder and stood regarding it serl-
ously. "No; it isn't out of order. IL
lust brought it with me. What's the
news?" ..
"Wel. don't know much" said
Mortimer. "P. Borodino Thompson
was goin' to drop around and call this
evening but Rolfo Williams wife
talked him O. goin.' Ny heavens"
she SAYS. can't you even give her n
counle days to git unpacked and
straighten up the house, So Bore
saws he guessed he'd wait till tomor-
row afternoon and asst her TO go buggy
ridin.' Milo Carriers fixin' 10 go up
there before long. and hear Henry
Ledyard says he's liable to start in
mighty soon, too. =
A neat young woman, descendant
of vikings. but tanned i'll all except
accent. showed Mr.. Thompson into an
Eighteen-eighty parlor; went away,
returned. Mrs. Ricketts, would be glad
to see him, she reported, adding:
"Yust wait some minute"
The visitor waited some minutes.
then examined his reflection in the
glass over the Eastlake model; and
engaged in fundamental rearrange-
ment of his tie,
-@Wookin' at himself in the wookin'
gwass.
He faced the doorway somewhat
Two pretty little chill
dren stood there, starchy and fresh, !