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LEGAL NOTICES.
NOTICE OF SALE.
•Georgia, Mitchell County.
Under and by virtue of the power
of sale created and contained in a se¬
curity deed to The Hand Trading
Company by J. H. Davis dated Nov
' ember 29, 1919, and recorded in the
office of the Clerk of the Superior
Court of Mitchell County, Georgia, in
Deed Book 36 page 290, the under¬
signed will sell to the highest bidder
for cash on the First Tuesday in
July, 1925, before the Court House
door in Camilla, Mitchell County,
Georgia, between the legal hours of
1 sale, the following described prop¬
erty, to-wit:
^The equity of redemption and all
equitable estate and interest owned
and held by the estate of J. H. Davis
in and to the West half of lot of land
number 376 in the 11th district of
Mitchell County, Georgia, except one
square acre on the South line of said
lot situated 600 feet from the South¬
west corner of said lot, containing
; 124 acres, more or less.
Said land is subject, and will be
sold subject to a prior security deed
made by the said J. H. Davis to John
^Hancock Mutual Life Insurance Com¬
pany to secure a loan of $1000.00
and the interest of the said Estate
of the said J. H. Davis in the above
described land which will be offered
for sale on the date aforesaid, is the
equity of redemption and the equit¬
able estate rehaining in the estate
of the said J. H. Davis after
thh execution of the said security
•deed to the said John Hancock Mu¬
tual Life Insurance Company.
Said property will be sold as the
property of the estate of J. H. Davis
for the purpose of paying the indebt
ness referred to in said security deed
and being represented by a promis¬
sory note for the principal sum of
$1238.33, dated Nov. 29 1919, due
November 1, 1920, bearing interest
at the rate of 8 per cent, per annum,
from maturity, said note bearing cre
♦dit on August 28, 1920, by cash $438.-
33, and interest rebate $5.85. Default
having been made in the payment of
said note, the power of sale contain¬
ed in said security deed has been in¬
voked and has become operative, and
the undersigned in the exercise of
said power, will sell said property as
aforesaid, the amount due on said
debt to date of sale being $794.15
principal, plus $291.18 interest; toge¬
ther with ail cost of this proceeding.
The proceeds of the sale will be ap¬
plied, first, to the payment of said
indebtedness and cost of sale and the
balance, if any, paid to the legal re¬
presentatives of the estate of the said
J. H. Davis.
This June 6, 1925.
The Hand Trading Company.
By Hill & McElvey,
Its Attorneys at Law.
SHERIFF SALE
Georgia, Mitchell County.
Will be sold before the court house
door in Camilla, Mitchell County,
Georgia, at public outcry to the high¬
est bidder for cash, between the le
gal hours of sale on the first Tues
day in July, 1925, the following des¬
cribed property, towdt:
Two incubators 2650 egg capacity
No. 6 and Fixtures, One Delco Light
Plant model 600, 32 volt and batter¬
ies, Nine doz. chick boxes.
Said property levied on and to be
sold as the property of A. C. Pat¬
rick to satisfy a distress warrant
for rent in favor of Miss Marie Pat¬
rick and against A. C. Patrick.
This 9th day of June, 1925.
G D. CROW Sheriff.
NOTICE OF SALE
Georgia, Mitchell County.
Will be sold at the court house door
in said county, at public outcry to the
highest bidder for cash, between the
legal hours of sale on the first Tues¬
day in July, 1925, the following des¬
cribed property, to-wit:
One house and lot at the comer of
Barnes street and Bush street in the
Town of Sale City, Mitchell County,
Georgia, bounded on the south by
lands of W. R. Rhodes, on the west by
Barnes street, on the north by Bush
street and on the east by street.
pSaid property to be sold as the
property of Mitchell County, it hav¬
ing been bought in by the County as
the property of T. L. Griner at a
Sheriff’s sale for taxes on the 2nd
day of May, 1922.
Hie Board of Commissioners of
Roads and Revenues of said County
reserves the right to reject any and
all bids.
By order of said Board on April 14,
3925.
„ Board of Commissioners of Roads
and Revenues of Mitchell County,
'Georgia. Swindle,
By W. B. Nevels and O. G.
Commissioners Appointed to Sell
and Make Titles.
NOTICE OF LOCAL LEGISLATION.
An Act to be effective* in Mitchell
County, Georgia, relating to dogs and
the protection of live stock and poul¬
try from damage by dogs; regulating
the keeping of dogs; and authorizing
4 their destruction in certain cases; pro¬
viding for the determination and pay¬
ment of damages done by dogs to live
stock and poultry; imposing powers
and duties on certain county officers;
* and for other purposes.
June 19, 1925.
Note Book Covers and Fillers and
all school supplies may be had at The
Enterprise Office.
SHERIFF SALE
Georgia, Mitchell County.
Will be sold before the court house
door in Camilla, Mitchell County,
Georgia, at public outcry to the high¬
est bidder for cash, between the legal
hours of sale, on the first Tuesday in
July, 1925, the following described j
property, to-wit:
The east half of lot of land No. 225 j
in County, the Eighth Georgia, district containing of Mitchell 125 j j
acres, more or less.
Said property having been levied j
on as the property of D. B. Holton j
as agent for Mrs. Mamie Holton to i
satisfy state and county taxes for the
year 1922. Tax execution covering
said taxes having been transferred
by C. D. Crow, Sheriff of Mitchell
County, to J. E. Brooks and in turn
transferred by J E, Brooks to Bank
of Camilla. The proceeds of said sale
will be applied first to the payment
of the taxes for the year 1923 to the
said Bank of Camilla and then to the
payment of taxes on said property
for the years 1920 and 1921, and the
balance, if any, will be paid to the
party or parties legally entitled to
receive the same.
This June 10th, 1925.
C. D. CROW, Sheriff.
APPLICATION FOR DISCHARGE
Georgia, Mitchell County.
C. R. NeSmith, guardian of Irma
NeSmith, having applied to me for
a discharge from his Guardianship of
Irma NeSmith, this is therefore to
notify all persons concerned to file
their objections, if any they have, on
or before the first Monday in July
next, else C. R. NeSmith will be dis¬
charged from his guardianship as ap¬
plied for.
R. E. L. CULPEPPER,
Ordinary, Mitchell County, Georgia.
SHERIFF SALE
Georgia, Mitchell County.
Will be sold before the court house
door in Camilla, Mitchell County,
Georgia, at public outcry to the high¬
est bidder for cash, between the legal
hours of sale, on the first Tuesday in
July, 1925, the following described
property, towit:
All of lot of land No. 227 in the
.
Eighth district of Mitchell County,
Georgia, containing 250 acres, more
or less.
Said property having been levied
on as the property of E. N. Burson to
satisfy State and County taxes for
the year 1920. The execution covering
said taxes having been transferred
by C. D. Crow, Sheriff, to Bank of
Camilla. The proceds of said sale will
be applied first to the palment of tax¬
es for the year 1920, and then to the
payment of taxes for the year 1919
and 1921 and the balance, if any, will
be paid to the said E. N. Burson or
the party or parties legally entitled
to receive the same.
This 10th day of June, 1925.
C. D. CROW, Sheriff.
SHERIFF SALE
Georgia, Mitchell County.
Will be sold before the court house
door in Camilla, Mitchell County,
Georgia, at public outcry to the high¬
est bidder for cash, between the legal
hours of sale on the first Tuesday in
July, 1925, the following described
property, towit:
Thirty-five (35) acres of land in
the Eleventh land district of Mitchell
County, Georgia, said parcel being
part of lot 13 in said district and
bounded as follows: On north, east
and west by lands of Owen Davis
and on south by lands of M. Glenn.
Said property levied on and to be sold
as the property of Tom Oliver to sat¬
isfy a tax fi. fa issued by W. H. Tay¬
lor, Tax Collector of Mitchell County,
for State and County taxes for the
year 1924.
Also at the same time and place
and in the same manner, the follow¬
ing described property, to-wit:
One store house and lot situated in
the Town of Pelham, Mitchell County,
Georgia, bounded on east by Railroad
street, south by Consolidated Drug
Co. building, north by barber shop
building, west by an alley. Said prop¬
erty levied on and to be sold as the
property of Mrs. W. J. Adams, Trus¬
tee, to satisfy a tax fi. fa. issued by
W. H. Taylor, Tax Collector of
Mitchell County, for State and Coun¬
ty taxes for the year 1924.
Also at the same time and place
and in the same manner, the follow¬
ing described property, to-wit:
Twenty-five (25) acres of land in
the southeast corner of lot of land
No. 13 in the Tenth land district of
Mitchell County, Georgia. Said prop¬
erty levied on and to be sold as the
property of Mat and Caleb Oliver to
satisfy a tax fi. fa. issued by W. H.
Taylor, Tax Collector of Mitchell
County, for State and County taxes
for the year 1924.
Also at the same time and place
and in the same manner, the follow¬
ing described property, to-wit:
Sixty-two (62) acres of land off of
lot of land No. 74 in the Tenth land
district of Mitchell County, Georgia,
bounded as follows: North by lands
of G. P. Harrell, east by lands of A.
J. Harrell, south by lands of J. A.
Harrell, west by lands of L. A. Ed¬
wards. Said property levied on and
to be sold as the property of Mrs. C.
M. Akridge to satisfy a tax fi. fa. is¬
sued by W. H. Taylor, Tax Collector
of Mitchell County, for State and
Connty taxes for the year 1924.
This 9th day of June, 1925.
C. D. CROW, Sheriff.
CITATION.
State of Georgia, Mitchell County.
Whereas Mrs. Sarah Berman,
Guardian of Max Berjnan, has ap¬
plied to me for letters of discharge
from the guardianship of the prop¬
erty and person of Max Berman, this
is therefore to notify all persons
concerned to file their objections, if
any they have, on or before the first
Monday in July, next, else she will
be discharged from her Guardian¬
ship as applied for.
This June Term, 1925.
R. E. L. CULPEPPER,
Ordinary Mitchell County, Ga.
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By
EDNA FERBER
(©, Doubloday, Pag* ft Co.)
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(Continued from page 6)
Selina looked up Into the wrathful
face of Pervus DeJong. Pervus De
Jong looked down Into the startled
eyes of Selina Peake. Large enough
eyes at any time; enormous now In
her fright at what she had done.
“I’m sorry! I'm—sorry. I thought
if I could—there's no way of getting
my lunch box up there—such a
crowd—”
A slim, appealing, lovely little figure
In the wine-red cashmere, amidst all
those buxom bosoms, and over heated
bodies, and flushed faces. His gaze
left her reluctantly, settled on the
lunch box. became, If possible, more be¬
wildered. "That? Lunch boxy
“Xes. For the raffle. I’m the school
teacher. Selina Peake.”
He nodded. “I saw you In church
Sunday.”
“Ton didl I didn’t think you. . . .
Did your
“Wait here. I’ll come back. Watt
here.”
He took the shoe box. She waited.
He plowed his way through the crowd
like a Juggernaut, reached Adam
Ooms’ platform and placed the box
inconspicuously next a colossal hamper
that was one of a dozen grouped await¬
ing Adam’s attention. When he had
made his way back to Selina he again
said, “Walt,” and plunged down the
wooden stairway. Selina waited. She
had ceased to feel distressed at her
inability to find the Pools In the crowd,
a-tlptoe though she was. When pres¬
ently he came back he had In his hand
an empty wooden soap box. This he
up-ended in the doorway Just behind
the crowd stationed there. Sella*
"What Am 1 Bid! Thirty Cental
Shame an You, OentlamenP'
mounted It; found her head a little
above the level of his. She could sur¬
vey the room from end to end. There
were the Pools. She waved te
Maartje; smiled at Itoelf. Hb made as
though to come toward her; did come
part way, and was restrained by
Maartje catching at his coat tail.
Adam Ooms’ gavel (a wooden potato
masher) crashed t»r silence. “Ladles!’’
(Crash) “And gents!” (Crash)!
“Gents! Look what basket we’ve got
here 1”
Look indeed. A great hamper,
grown so plethoric that It could no
longer wear its cover. Its contents
bellied Into a mound smoothly cov¬
ered with a fine white cloth whose
glistening surface proclaimed It dam¬
ask. A Himalaya among hampers.
You knew that under that snowy crust
lay gold that was fowl done crisply,
succulently; emeralds In the form ef
gherkins; rubles that melted Into
strawberry preserves; cakes frosted
like diamonds; to say nothing of such
seml-precleus Jewels as potato salad;
cheeses; sour cream to be spread on
rye bread and batter; coffee cakes;
crullers.
Crash! "The Widow Paarleuberg’s
basket, ladles—and gents; The Widow
Paarienberg! I don’t know what's In
It. Ton don’t know what’s In It. We
don’t have to know what’s In it. Who
has eaten Widow Paarlenberg*s chicken
once don’t have to know. Who has
eaten Widow Paarienberg’* cake once
don’t have to know. What am I bldon
Widow Paarlenberg’s basket! What
am I bid! Whatmlbtdwhatmlbidwhat
mlbid!” (Crash) 1
The widow herself, very handsome
in black silk, her gold neck chain rising
and falling richly with the little flurry
that now agitated her broad bosom,
was seated in a chair against the wall
not five feet from the auctioneer’s
stand. She bridled now. blushed, cast
down her eyes, cast up her eyes, suc¬
ceeded in looking *s unconscious as a
complaisant Turkish slave girl on the
block.
Adam Ooms’ glance swept the hall
until it reached the tall figure tower¬
ing In the doorway—reached it, and
rested there. His gimlet eyes seemed
to bore their way into Pervus De
Jong’s steady stare. He raised his
right arm aloft, brandishing the potato
masher. The whole room fixed Its gaze
on the blond head in the doorway.
“Speak up! Young men of High
Prairie! Heh, you. Pervus Delong!
Whatnilbidwhatmlbidwhatmlbid!”
“Fifty cents!” The bid came from
Gerrit Pon at the other end of the hall.
A dashing offer, as a start, in this dis¬
trict where one dollar often repre¬
sented the profits on a whole load of
market truck brought to the city.
Crash 1 went the potato masher.
“Fifty cents I’m bid. Who’ll make It
seventy-five? Who’ll make It severity
five?”
“Sixty!” Johannes Ambuul, a wid¬
ower, his age more than the sum of hl»
bid.
“Seventy!” Gerrit Pon.
Adam Ooms whispered it—hissed It.
“S-s-s-eeventy. Ladles and gents, I
wouldn’t repeat out loud sucha Agger.
I would be ashamed. Look at this
basket, gents, and then you can say
. . . s-s-seventy!”
"Seventy-five!” the cautious Am
buul.
Scarlet, flooding her face, belied the
widow’s outward air of composure.
Pervus DeJong, Standing beside Selina,
viewed the proceedings with an air of
detachment. High Prairie was looking
at him expectantly, openly. The widow
bit her red Up, tossed her head. Per
vus DeJong returned the auctioneer's
meaning smirk with the mild gaze of a
disinterested outsider.
“Gents!” Adam Ooms’ voice took
on a tearful note—the tone of one who
is more hurt than angry. "Gents!”
Slowly, with Infinite reverence, he lift¬
ed one comer of the damask cloth that
concealed the hamper's contents—lifted
It and peered within as at a treasure.
At what he saw there he started back
dramatically, at once rapturous, de¬
spairing, amazed. He rolled his eyes.
He smacked his Ups. He rubbed his
stomach. The sort of dumb show that,
since the days of the Greek drama, has
been used to denote gastronomic de¬
light.
“Eighty!” was wrenched suddenly
from Gorls Von Vuuren, the nlneteen
year-old fat and gluttonous son of a
prosperous New Haarlem farmer.
Adam Ooms rubbed brisk palms to¬
gether. “Now then! A dollar! A
dollar! It’s an insult to this basket to
make it less than a dollar.” He leaned
far forward over hla Improvised pulpit.
“Did I hear you say a dollar, Pervus
DeJong?” DeJong stared, Immovable,
inabashed. “Elghty-elghty-elghty-elghty
—gents 1 I’m going to tell you some¬
thing. Pm going to whisper a secret"
His less face was veined with crafti¬
ness. "Gents. Listen. It isn’t chicken
In this beautiful basket. It Isn’t
chicken. IPs’’—a dramatic pans*—
It's roast duck!” He swayed back,
aopped hla brow with his red handker¬
chief, held one hand high In the air.
(Us last card.
“Elghty-aTe!” groaned the fatGorla
Von Vuuren.
"Eighty-five! Elghty-flve 1 Eighty
Iveelghtyflveelghtyflve eighty - five!
3ents! Gen-tfe-men! Elghty-flve once!
BIghty-five—twice!” (Crash)! “Gone
a Gorls Von Vuuren for eighty-five.”
A sigh went up from the assemblage;
i sigh that was the wind before the
itorm. There followed a tornado of
Aik. It crackled and thundered. The
•lch Widow Paarienberg would have to
*at her supper with Von Vuuren’s boy,
:he great thick Gorls. And there in
■he doorway, talking to teacher as If
they had known each other for years,
was Pervus DeJong with his money In
his pocket. It was as good as a play.
Adam Ooms was angry. His lean,
fox-like face became pinched with spite.
He prided himself on hie antics as auc¬
tioneer; and his ehef d'oeuvre had
Drought a meager eighty-live cents, be
rides doubtless winning him the en¬
mity of that profitable store customer,
the Widow Paarienberg. Gorls Von
Vuuren came forward to claim his prise
amidst shouting, clapping, laughter.
The great hamper was handed down
to him.
Adam Ooms scuffled about among
the many baskets at his feet. HU nos¬
trils looked pinched and Ids skinny
hands shook a little as he searched for
one smell object.
When he stood upright once more he
was smiling. His little eyes gleamed.
His wooden scepter pounded for si¬
lence. High in one hand, balanced
daintily on his finger tips, he held
Selina's little white shoe box, with Its
red ribbon blading It, and the plume of
evergreen stuck in the ribbon. Affect¬
ing great solicitude he brought it down
then to read the name written on it;
held it aloft again, smirking.
He said nothing. Grinning, he held
It high. He turned his body at the
waist from side to side, so that all
might see. The eyes of those before
him still held a mental picture of the
huge hamper, food-packed, that had
Just been handed down. The contrast
was too absurd, too cruel. A ripple of
laughter swept the room; rose; swelled
to a roar. Adam Ooms waited with a
nice sense of the dramatic until the
laughter had readied Its height, then
held np a hand for silence. A great
scraphig “Ahem!" as he cleared his
throat threatened to send the crowd off
again.
""Ladles—and gents 1 Here’s a dainty
little tidbit. Here’s something not
only for the inner man, but a feast for
the eye. Well, boys, If the last lot was
too much for you this lot ought to be
just about right. If the food ain’t quite
enough for you, you can tie the ribbon
in the lady’s hair and put the posy In
your bottonhole and there you are.
There you are 1 What’s more, the lady
herself goes with it. You don’t get a
country girl with this here box, gents.
A city girl, you can tell by looking at
it, just. And who is she? Who did
up this dainty little box just big enough
for two?” He inspected it again, sol¬
emnly, and added, as an afterthought,
“If you ain’t feeling specially hungry.
Who?—” He looked about, apishly.
Selina’s cheeks matched her gown.
Her eyes were wide and dark with the
effort she was making to force back
the hot haze threatening them. Why
had she mounted this wretched soap
box! Why had she come to this hid¬
eous party 1 Why had she come to
High Prairie! Why! . . .
“Miss Selina Peake, that’s who.
Miss Se-li-na Peake!”
A hundred balloon faces pulled by a
single cord turned toward her as she
stood there on the box for all to see.
They swam toward her. She put up a
hand to push them back.
“What’m I bid! What’m 1 bid!
What’m I bid for this here lovely little
toothful, gents! Start her up!”
"Five cents!” piped up old Johannes
Ambuul, with a snicker. The tittering
crowd broke into a guffaw. Selina was
conscious of a little sick feeling at the
pit of her stomach. Through the haze
she saw the widow’s face, no longer
sulky, bat smiling now. She saw
Roelfs dear dark head. His face was
set, like a man’s. He was coming
toward her, or trying to, but the crowd
wedged him in, small as he was among
those great bodies. She lost sight of
him. How hot it was 1 how hot. . .
.
An arm at her waist. Someone had
mounted the little box and stood teeter¬
ing there beside her, pressed against
her slightly, reassuringly. Pervns De¬
Jong. Her head was on a level with
the doorway, on the soap box, for all
High Prairie to see.
“Five cents I’m bid for this lovely
little mouthful put up by the school
teacher’s own fair hands. Five cents!
Five—”
"One dollar!” Pervus DeJong.
The balloon faces were suddenly
punctured with holes. High Prairie’s
jaw dropped with astonishment. Its
mouth stood open.
There was nothing plain about Selina
now. Her dark heud was held high,
and his fair one beside it made a vivid
foil. The purchase of the wine-colored
cashmere was at last justified.
“And ten!” cackled old Johannes
Ambuul, his rheumy eyes on Selina.
Art and human spitefulness struggled
visibly for mastery In Adam Dorns’
face—and art won. The auctioneer
triumphed over the man. The term
“crowd psychology” was unknown
to him, but he was artist enough
to sense that some curious magic
process, working through this room¬
ful of people, had transformed
the little white box, from a tWng
despised and ridiculed, Into an objact
of beauty, of value, of Infinite desir¬
ability. He now eyed It In a catalepsy
of admiration.
“One-ten Pm bid for this box all
tied with a ribbon to match the gown
•t the gill who brought It. Genta, you
get the ribbon, the lunch, and the gfti
And only one-ten bid for all that
Gents! Gents 1 Remember, It aloft
only a loach—It’s a ptctoN. It plassss
the eye. Do I hear one—”
“Five bftsr Ha rend DeRoo, of Lear
Prairie, In the lists. A strapping young
Dutchman, the Brom Bones of the dis¬
trict. He drove to the Hay market
with his load of produce and played
cards all night on the wagon under the
gas torches while the street girls of
the neighborhood assailed him In vain.
Six feet three, his red face shone now
like a harvest moon above the crowd.
A merry, mischievous eye that laughed
at Pervus DeJong and his dollar bid.
“Dollar and a half!” A high clear
voice—a boy’s voice. Roelf.
“Oh, no!” said Selina aloud. But
she was unheard In the gabble. Roelf
had once confided to her that he had
saved three dollars and fifty cents ta
the last three years. Five dollars
would purchase a set of tools that bia
mind had been fixed oa for months
past. Selina saw Klaas Pool's look of
aatonUhment changing to anger. Saw
Maartje Pool’s quick hand on Mb arm,
restraining him.
"Two dollars 1” Pervus DeJong.
“And ten.” Johannes Ambuul’s vau
tfous bid.
"Two and a quarter.” Barend De
Roo.
"Two-fifty!” Pervus DeJong.
“Three dollars!” The high voice of
the boy. It cracked a little on the last
syllable, and the crowd laughed.
“Three-three-three-three-three - three
three. Three once—”
“And a half.” Pervus DeJong.
“Three sixty.”
“Four!” DeRoo.
“And ten.”
The boy’s voice was heard no more.
“I wish they’d stop,” whispered
Selina.
‘‘Five I” Pervus DeJong.
“Six!” DeRoo, his face very red.
“And ten.”
“Seven T*
“It’s only jelly sandwiches,” said
Selina to DeJong, In a panic.
“Eight!” Johannes Ambuul, gone
mad.
“Nine 1” DeRoo.
“Nine! Nine I’m bid! Nine-nine
nine! Who’ll make It—”
“Let him have It. The cup cakes
fell a little. Don’t—”
“Ten!” said Pervus DeJong.
Barend DeRoo shrugged his great
shoulders.
“Ten-ten-ten. Do I hear eleven? Do
I hear ten-fifty. Ten-ten-ken tententen
tentententen! Gents! Ten once. Ten
"GoneI—for Ten Dollars to Porvwa
DeJong."
twice! Gone—for ten dollars to Per¬
vus DeJong. And a bargain.” Adam
Ooms mopped his bald head and Mb
cheeks and the damp spot under bln
chin.
Ten dollars. Adam Ooms knew, m
did all the countryside, this was net
the sum of ten dollars merely. No
basket of food, though It contained
nightingales’ tongues, the golden appla
of Atalanta, wines of rare vintage,
could have been adequate recompense
for these ten dollars. They represented
sweat and blood; toil and lianMitp;
hours under the burning prairie sun at
midday; work doggedly carried on
through the drenching showers of
spring; nights of restless sleep snatched
an hour at a time under the sky in
the Chicago market place; miles of
weary travel down the rude corduroy
road between High Prairie and Chica¬
go, now up to the hubs In mud, now
blinded by dust and blowing sand.
A sale at OBristle’s, with a miniature
going for a million, could not have met
with a deeper hush, a more dramatic
babble following the hush.
They ate their lunch together in one
corner of Adam Ooms’ hall. Selina
opened the box and took out the
deviled eggs, and the cup cakes that
had fallen a little, and the apples, and
the sandwiches sliced very, very thin.
The coldly appraising eye of all High
Prairie, Low Prairie, and New Haar¬
lem watched this sparse provender
emerge from the ribbon-tied shoe box.
She offered him a sandwich. It looked
infinitesimal In his great paw. Sud¬
denly all Selina’s agony of embarrass¬
ment was swept away, and she was
laughing, not wildly or hysterically,
but Joyously and girlishly. She sank
her little white teeth into one of the
absurd sandwiches and looked at hhn,
expecting to find hhn laughing, too.
Bat he wasn’t laughing. He looked
very earnest, and his bine eyes were
fixed hard on the bit of bread In bin
hand, and hla face was very red and
clean-shaven. He hit Into the sand¬
wich and chewed It solemnly. And
Selina thought: “Why. the dear
thing I The great Mg dear thing 1 Aid
he ndgbt have been eating breast of
dock. . . . Ten dollar* t” Aloud she
said, “What made you do It?"
He seemed net to hear her; bit
ramlnantly Into one of the cup caken.
Suddenly: "I can’t hardly write at
all, only to sign ray name and Ilk*
that"
"Read?”
“Only to spell out the words. Any¬
ways I don’t get time for reading. Bat
figuring I wish I knew. ’Hltlimetic.
I can Agger some, but those fellows hi
Haymarket they are too sharp for me.
They do numbers in their head—like
that, so qnlck.”
Selina leaned toward him. “ni
teach you. Til teach you.”
“How do you mean, teach rue?"
"Evenings."
He looked down at his great cal¬
loused palms, then np at her. “What
would you take for pay?”
"Fay I 1 don’t want any pay. - rtna
was genuinely shocked.
His face lighted up with a sudden
thought. “Tell you wkat. I could
start for you the fire, mornings. In tile
school. And thaw the pump and bring
In a pell of water. This month, and
January and February and part of
March, even, now I don’t go to market
on account It’s winter, I couW start
you the fire. TUI spring. And I
could come maybe three times a week,
evenings, to Pool’s place, for lessons.”
He looked so helpless, so humble, so
huge; and the more pathetic for his
hugeness.
She felt a little rush of warmth
toward him that was at once imper¬
sonal and maternal. She thought
again, “Why, the dear thing! The
great helpless big thing! How serious
he Is ! And funny.” She langhed, sud¬
denly, a gay little laugh, and he, after
a puzzled pause, joined her compaalon
ably.
“Three evenings a week,” repeated
Selina, then, from the depths of her
ignorance. “Why, Pd love to. I’d—
love to.”
TO BE CONTINUED.
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