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T LEGAL NOTICES.
CITATION.
•GEORGIA—Mitchell County.
To All Whom It May Concern:
R. applied Alligood having for in Permanent proper
to me
-jetters of Adminstration on the J
tate of R. H. Alligood, late of said
this is to cite all and singular, H.;
creditors and next kin of R.
Alligood, to be and appear at my office ,
within the thime allowed by law, and
show cause, if any they can, why.per
manent administration should not be
granted to J. R. Alligood on R. H.
Alligood estate. hand and official sig¬
Witness my November,
nature, this 4th day of
1925.
R. E. L. CULPEPPER,
Ordinary Mitchell Co., Ga.
CITATION.
GEORGIA—Mitchell County,
To All Whom It May Concern:
L. E. Turner having in proper form
applied to me for Permanent Letters
of Administration on the estate of
Mrs. Dorothy M. Turner, late of said
County, this is to cite all and singular
creditors and next of kin of the
said Mrs. Dorothy M. Turner, to be
and appear at my office within the
time allowed by law, and show cause,
any they can, why permanent ad¬
ministration 4, should not be granted to
E Turner on said estate.
Witness my hand and official signa¬
ture, this 5th day of November, 1925.
R. E. L. CULPEPPER,
Ordinary Mitchell Co., Ga.
CITATION.
GEORGIA—Mitchell County.
To Whom It May Concern:
L. A. Howell, a neetdent of said
State, having in due guardianship form applied to of
the undersigned property for of Mildrem
the person and F.
L. Foster, minor child of Weaver
Foster and Mamie Howell Foster, late
of said County, deceased, notice is
hereby given that said application of the
kwill be heard at the next term
Court of Ordinary of said county, on
the First Monday in December, 1925.
Witenss my hand and official signa¬
ture, this the 2nd day of November,
1925 CULPEPPER,
R. E. L.
Ordinary Mitchell Co., Ga.
CITATION.
County. No¬
To All Whom It May Concern:
tice is hereby given, that the apprais¬
ers appointed to set apart and assign
a year’s support to Mrs. R. H. Alli
jtood, the widow of R. H. Alligood,
deceased, have filed their award, and
unless good and sufficient cause is
shown, the same will be made the
judgment of the Court at the Decem¬
ber term, 1925, of the Court of Ordi¬
nary- November 4th, . , 1925.
This CULPEPPER,
R. E. L.
Ordinary Mitchell Co., Ga.
NOTICE OF SALE.
GEORGIA—Mitchell County.
Under and by virtue of the power
of sale created and contained in a se¬
curity deed executed by Georgia Pe¬
can Products Company, Inc., by R. J.
Bacon, President, to R. M, Tiller on
-November 5, 1923 and recorded in the
of the Clerk of the Superior
Court of Mitchell County, Georgia, in
Book 43, folios 192-3 on November
5, 1923, the undersigned will sell at
public outcry before the court house
door in said county, during the legal
hours of sale, to the highest and best
bidder for cash, on Jan. 5, 1926, the
following described property to-wit:
All that part of subdivision “B” of
the DeBerry tract of land which lies
West of the land owned by Jackson
Co., and L. C. Fleming except
acre, known as lot No. “B” prime,
subdivision B., being parts of lots of
land Nos. 144 and 145 in the ninth dis¬
trict of Mitchell County, Georgia.
Said tract herein conveyed contains
fifty-nine acres and is all in pecan
tries six years old.
Said security deed was given to se¬
cure the following described notes,
to-wit: One note for $500.00 due Jan.
15, 1924; one note for $500.00 due
^0 1, 1924 and one note for Nov. $2000.
due May 1, 1924, all dated 5,
1923 and draw interest from maturity
at 8 per cent per annum, and any re¬
newal or extention of the above des¬
cribed indebtedness or any part there¬
of, which said indebtedness was ex¬
tended and notes renewed on Nov. 26,
1924, and which said indebtedness
Kgs. extended and notes renewed on
Jund 18, 1925, and default having
been made in the payment of the debt
to secure which said deed was exe
€ uted, Bank of Baconton, assignee
ind transferee, declares the power of
sale contained in said security deed
has become operative and said sale
will be had for the purpose of paying
a certain promissory note for the
principal sum of $1925.00, dated June
18, 1925, and due Dec. 1, 1925, paya¬
ble to Bank of Baconton, signed by
the maker of said security deed, with
interest thereon at 8 per cent per an¬
num, said principal and interest will
^mount to $1939.96 on day of sale,
property being sold as the prop¬
erty of Ga. Pecan Products Co. Inc.
The proceeds of said sale wil be
applied first to the expenses of con¬
ducting same, then to the payment
of said indebtedness, and the balance,
if any, paid to the grantor of said
deed.
and Said security deed above described
the power of sale contained
erein together with the note evi
encing said indebtedness were by
M. Tiller indorsed, transferred and
as*\aned to the Bank of Alapaha, and
in torn transferred and assigned to
the Bank of Baconton. A Convey¬
ance will be executed to the purchaser
by the undersigned as authorized in
said security deed aforesaid. *
'This December 2, 1925.
BANK OF BACONTON,
m “ By R. M. Tiller,
Vice President.
Gardner, Gardner & Crow
Its Attorneys.
OF SALE UNDER POWER
OF ATTORNEY.
County.
Under and by virtue of the powers
contained in that certain security
made and executed by W. L. Gil
reath dated December 30, 1920, in fa¬
vor of M. C. Brown, which said se¬
deed is recorded in the office
of the Clerk of the Superior Court
for Mitchell County,^Georgia, County, ureurgia, in m deed ueeu
book 36. page 561, and in accordance
with the terms and requirements of
sa jd security deed, default having
been made in the payment of the prin
c i pa i no te due December 30, 1921, the
power of sale contained in said securi
iy deed has been invoked and has be¬
come operative, and the undersigned,
the legal owner and holder of the in¬
debtedness secured by said security
deed, in the exercise of said power,
will, on the 7th day of December, 1925,
sell at public outcry, to the highest
bidder for cash, before the court house
door of Mitchell County, Georgia, at
Camilla in said county, within the leg¬
al hours of sale, the following describ¬
ed property conveyed in said security
deed:
Avenue That town lot facing South on Sapp
in the town of Pelham, Mitch¬
ell County, Georgia, 90 feet and ex¬
tending Northward along the West
margin of Saunders Street 200 feet
and numbers being the East portion of *o lots
21 and 20 according map
and survey of M. S, Stewart made Oc¬
tober^ bounded 21, East 1905. by Lot Saunders herein conveyed Street,
South by Sapp Avenue, West by lot
bargained Mrs. Ola Gilreath and
North by lands of Pelham Land Loan
& Improvement Company.
Said property will be sold as the
property of the estate of W. L. Gil¬
reath for the purpose of paying the
principal of the indebtedness which
security deed was given to secure, and
the interest ts date of sale, and the
expenses of this proceeding, the prin¬
cipal due being $219.52, pnd the inter¬
est to date of sale being $16.17.
A conveyance will be made by the
said M. C. Brown to the purchaser,
and the proceeds of sale will be ap¬
plied to the expenses of sale and said
principal and interest, all of which are
secured by said security deed, the re¬
mainder, if any, to be paid to the le¬
gal representatives of the estate of
W. L. Gilreath.
This November 6. 1925.
M. C. BROWN.
By Hill & McElvey,
His Attorneys at Law.
LAND SALE.
GEORGIA—Mitchell County.
By Virtue of Power contained in
loan deed from Sam G. Griner to
George K. Johnson and John W. Ha¬
mer, Trustees, said deed dated March
11th, 1922, and of record in the of¬
fice of the Clerk of Superior Court,
Mitchell County, Ga., in Book 40,
page 229-30, the undersigned will sell
at public outcry, before the Court
House door in Mitchell County, Ga.,
between the hours of 10 A. M. and 4
P. M., on Tuesday, Decemebr 29th,
1925, to the highest bidder for cash,
the following described property:
All that tract of land in the 10th
Dist. of Mitchell County, Ga., con¬
taining 187 acres and being all of lot
No. 197, in the plan of said district
with the exception of the Southwest
fourth of same, containing 62% acres,
and a small strip of one-half acre in
the northeast corner of said lot lying
East of the Stage Road.
The said land will be sold for pur¬
pose of paying the indebtedness of
said Sam G. Griner, evidenced by a
certain promissory note for sum of
$2,000.00, dated March 11, 1922, favor
of Penn Mutual Life Ins. Co., and re¬
payable as follows: $200.00 on Oc¬
tober 1st in years, 1922-23-24 and 25,
and $1200 October 1st, 1926, and bear¬
ing interest at rate of 7 per cent per
annum payable October 1st, annually
on unpaid balance. Said note and
loan deed provide that in case of de¬
fault in payment of either principal
or interest as set out in said loan
deed, and note, that the holder there¬
of would have right to sell the said
property for purpose of paying en¬
tire indebtedness, after advertising
same once a week for four weeks in
a newspaper of general circulation in
said county where land is located,
giving time, terms and place of sale.
The said Sam G. Griner has default¬
ed in payment of principal and inter¬
est as set out in said note and loan
deed and the power of sale has be¬
come operative.
There will be due on date of sale
the principal sum of $2,000.00 and in¬
terest proceeds amounting to $182.80. The
of sale will be paid out in
accordance with the provisions of said
loan deed, and a fee simple deed will
be made the purchaser as authorized
in said loan deed.
Dated this 1st day of December,
1925.
William A. Law and
L. W. Steeble, Trustees.
Successors to Geo. K. Johnson
and John W. Hamer, Trustees.
By Dasher & Mann,
Their Attorneys at Law.
NOTICE OF SALE.
State of Georgia—Mitchell County.
Under and by virtue of the power
of sale contained in a certain deed to
secure debt executed by C. E. Brew¬
er to J. P. Cooper, dated February 12,
1919, and recorded in Book 34, page
161, in Clerk’s Office of Mitchell Su¬
perior Court, the said J. P. Cooper
will sell at public outcry, between the
legal hours of sale on Tuesday the 8th
day of December, 1925, before the
courthouse door of Mitchell County
to the highest bidder for cash, all the
following described property to-wit:
All that tract or parcel of land, be¬
ing lot of land Number Two Hundred
and Forty Two (242) in the ninth Dis¬
trict of Mitchell County, Georgia, con¬
taining 250 acres, more or less, by ori¬
ginal survey, and being all the land
conveyed by Pomp Perkins and W. M.
Griner to Sophia B. Beckham by deed
dated August 3, 1911, and recorded in
Deed Book 25, page 246, Clerk’s Of¬
fice of Mitchell Superior Court.
The indebtedness secured by said
deed to secure debt is five certain
promissory notes executed by said C.
E. Brewer to said J. P. Cooper, each
dated February 12, 1919, each bearing
interest from maturity at the rate of
8 per cent per annum, one for the!
principal sum of $1400.00 due January i
1, 1920; one for the principal sum ofl
$1320.00 due January 1, 1921; one fori for j
$1240.00 due January 1, 1922; one
$1160.00 due January 1,1923; and one
for $1080.00 due January 1, 1924.
All of said notes are past due and
unpaid, and the power of sale in said
deed to secure debt has become opera¬
tive.
Three is now due and unpaid on
said notes the aggregate principal
sum of $6,200.00 and the further sum
of $1,565.33 for interest to this date.
Said land will be sold as the prop¬
erty of the said C. E. Brewer to sat¬
isfy the indebtedness described above,
and will be sold subject and inferior
to a certain security deed executed by
Sophia B. Beckham to Pearsons-Taft
Land Credit Company on April 20,
1916, the debt secured being said the prin¬
cipal sum of $2,300.00, deed be¬
ing recorded in Book 29, page 477, in
the Clerk’s Office of Mitchell Superior
Court.
The proceeds of said sale will be
first applied to the payment of said
above described notes aggregating
the principal sum of $6,200,00, besides
interest, and the expenses of this pro¬
ceeding, and the balance, if any, will
be paid to the said C. E. Brewer or
his legal representative. the purchas¬
A deed will be made to
er at said sale by the undersigned,
subject to said security deed executed
in favor of said Pearsons-Taft Land
Credit Company. November, 1925.
This 2nd day of COOPER,
J, P.
C. E. Brunson,
Attorney at Law.
Aged Negro Servant
Views Memorial To
General Robt. E. Lee
ATLANTA, Ga.—The Rev. William
MacLee, an 87-year-old negro with
the remembrance of General Robert
E. Lee, ever fresh in his mind, called
at the capitol Saturday and made his
best appearance before Georgia’s
chief executive.
The aged negro, who was the con¬
federate commander’s body servant
and cook during the War between the
States, arrived in Atlanta Wednesday
last. He came at the instance of
white friends in his home town, Nor¬
folk, Va., and the purpose of his visit
was to view for the first time the Con¬
federate Memorial being carved on
Stone Mountain.
The old negro preacher was seen
crossing a traffic-bearing street, while
on his way to the capitol building
and his step was firm and his manner
free. As he passed the statue erect¬
ed on the capitol grounds in memory
of General John L, Gordon, he was
seen to raise his hat and heard to ex¬
claim in firm and affectionate voice:
“Good mornin’, Genral Gordon, sir.”
The Rev. Lee was closeted with
Governor Walker several minutes and
after leaving his office, visited the
antechambers to “speak to the folks.”
Lee was given a big moment when
he was taken to Stone Mountain to
see the memorial, and a group of
newspaper men who accompanied
him were given a thrill. He stepped
from an automobile in the shadow
of the giant monolith and glancing
up to the sheer side of the famous
mountain, exclaimed:
“Yonder’s Marse Robert.”
He then uncovered his head and
in the stillness shouted his greet¬
ing:
“God bless yo’ soul sir, here’s yo’ol
nigger.”
The custodian of the sculptor’s
studio showed Lee through August
Lukeman’s workshop and the old ne¬
gro examined each detail of the work.
He was particularly impressed witji
the sculptor’s model of the central fig¬
ure, showing Generals Stonewall
Jackson and Robert E. Lee, and Jef¬
ferson Davis astride their horses,
followed on foot by the vanguard of
a gray host.
The Rev. Lee—who declared he
stole “watermelons, chickens and
blackberries for the finest man God
ever had”—kissed each minature fig¬
ure, after identifying them with en¬
dearing descriptions. Nothing would
please him until a news photograph¬
er had “taken his pittur,’ ” standing
by the model holding the stirrup of
the clay horse ridden by the general.
The old negro is known all over
the south, particularly among the
confederate veterans. He has attend¬
ed every reunion since the war, among
his effects are testimonials from lead¬
ing citizens of every southern state.
His title of Rev. accrues to him
by virtue of his activities in the Mis¬
sionary Baptist church among whose
members he works with abiding
zeal. He has built eight churches;
during his pastorate, he says, and
preaches regularly even now.
A groop of sightseers stood in re¬
spectful silence when the aged negro
man prepared to leave the scene of •
the memorial. Lee’s parting words
to the custodian of the officers at the
Mountain were words of instruction.
“Cap’n, sir,” he said, “when you
put me in that pittur, be sho and put
me standing’ at Traveler’s haid hold
in’ his bridle. These southern folks’ll
know Marse Robert never would’ve
got up on Traveler ef I hadn’t been
thar to hold the stirrup.”
Examination Paper and all school
supplies at The Enterprise Office.
Neighbors
(Continued from page 6)
back to those old days! We under¬
stood everything then; then everything
was supposed to be settled.”
The toe settled to stillness In Its
burrowing; Jean’s sensitive lips, too,
settled to a stillness firm and sad.
“Tell me, Jean,” I pressed at length;
“why can't we go back; why can’t we
start over again—like that?”
“We have always been good friends,”
she murmured.
“Good friends—yes. Must it stop at
that?”
“And neighbors,” she
“We have always been good neigh¬
bors. Perhaps that is the trouble.”
“How—the trouble?”
"Well, It’s like this,” she said, and
again the toe began to gyrate in the
snow. “We've known each other so
well, and so long, there isn’t anything
—much—left to know, is there? Could
you stand the boredom of a person
who has no new thoughts, no strange
Ideas, no whims—nothing that you
haven’t already seen and known a hun,
dred times?”
"There never could be boredom with
you, dear. Just to have you with me,
to feast on you, to know you were
mine, would be enough for me,,”
“For about a week. You’d soon tire
of a feast with no flavor to It. I
would, at any rate. . . . Oh, I see
tt working out already. I don’t want
to gossip, and Jack and Marjorie have
been everything they could to me, but
already I can see them settling down
to the routine—the deadly routine.
Bad enough anywhere, but on these
prairies, with their isolation, their Im¬
mensity — unbearable. I couldn’t
stand It.”
I studied her for a moment In si¬
lence. Jean might know all about me;
I might have no new thoughts, new
Ideas, new whims, but It was quite
plain I didn’t know ail about her.
“Still, there are many couples on
those prairies living happily, I sup¬
pose,” I ventured.
“You suppose,” she repeated. “That’s
right. It just supposition. Nobody
knows; that Is, the public doesn’t
know. But what is their happiness?
An ox-like acceptance of the routine.
Breakfast, work; dinner, work; sup¬
per, work; sleep; breakfast—the whole
circle over ugain. I couldn’t stand It,
Frank; there's no use pretending I
could. I’d—I’d run away with some
oneT
“Jean!”
"Yes, I know what you’re thinking.
But It would break the routine, any¬
way; It wouldn’t be that way I would
lose my soul; perhaps that way I
might save it.”
"You’re a strange girl, Jean.”
“Yes? After all these years? I am
so glad. As long as I am strange you
will be Interested in me. That’s the
i trouble with you; you're not strange,
know all about you. And I wouldn’t
be your housekeeper for life for the
sake of beiflg your lover for a week."
"Jean!"
"Shocking, isn’t it? But true. Don’t
you know that’s what happens, nearly
always? It must happen, unlebs there
are new points of interest always aris¬
ing. I have the misfortune tt think,
and so I see these things In advance,
and try to shield you from them.”
“The misfortune to think?”
“Of course. Otherwise I couJa ac¬
cept the ox routine and grind out my
soul in the treadmill of three meals a
day. I suppose that’s what people cal)
morality—ideal wife and mother, etc.
I’d run away from It all.”
I, too, punched the snow with my
heel. “I never heard you talk like
that, Jean,” I said at length. “I didn’t
think you thought—along those lines.
You wouldn’t excuse people who run
who disregard their marriage vows?"
“The first of which is to love," she
shot back. “When that fails, all fails.
Why make a mockery of It?”
“But I would love you, always—al¬
ways. You would be to me the only—
the only possible girl In the world 1”
Slowly she turned her face toward
me; she had been giving me an op¬
portunity for profile study during this
dialogue. Her eyes found mine; her
lips—in them again I saw the rose
leaf beauty of her childhood. When she
spoke her voice was low and tremulous
and musical.
“You dear boy! You think so. I
only wish It were true 1”
The last words came with a catch
in her breath, I thrust forward and
clasped her hands in mine.
“You mean that? Oh, Jean. If you
do ..
"Yes, I mean It. That Is the great
difficulty. It Isn’t true. You wouldn’t
love me always. I wouldn't always be
the only girl.”
“Jean, you would. I swear It!”
“Then I must reverse It. I wouldn’t
love you always. You wouldn’t always
be the only man In the world.”
My spirit, which had gone pounding
upward, fell like a burst balloon.
“Why?” I demanded.
“Because your vision Is too small.
Because It is bounded by the corner
posts of Fourteen. Because I couldn’t
live penned up in such a—a pasture.”
“You’d be breaking out—toward sec¬
tion Two
“Frank!" It was her turn to ex¬
claim.
“Yes, toward section Two. You’ve
done some plain talking. Jean; now
it’s my turn. It Is Spoof that has up¬
set your mind—put all these wild no¬
tions in your head. It Is Spoof that
you are thinking about, not me. I sup
pose you think you could marry him
and not drop into the routine; you
would be less an ox, as you put It, on
Two than on Fourteen. Perhaps that
would be best, after all. Perhaps If
you were fenced In on Two, you might
break out toward Fourteen!”
“Frank! Please don’t be unkind—
and unfair. ... I am thinking
about Spoof, and it is just because he
is not bounded by section Two. You
and Jack and Jake think he’s a green¬
horn, and you play your silly little
tricks on him, but his world is the
world, and yours is Fourteen, and
Jack's is Twenty-two, and Jake’s is—
whatever his section is. He’s so big,
so big!”
“I see. Spoof has traveled more
than we have. He has seen more of
the world. He has met more people.
And so he is big! I bet I grow more
oats to the acre than he does—you
should see his plowing; looks like—
‘be guess and be d—d,’ as Jake says.”
“Quite an elegant remark; suitable
to Jake, hardly to be expected from
you. And your argument would be ir
resistible—if I were an ox.”
“You’re sharp, aren’t you? Well,
something to eat is not to be despised,
even by big people, like you and Spoof,
Even the soul, which you are afraid of
losing on Fourteen, will pick up and
leave you on Two, unless you feed that
body In which it lives. That’s what
the soul itself thinks about people who
don’t hustle for a living; it gets up and
leaves them."
"Good for you!” cried Jean, “You
are actually thinking. I have goaded
you into it. Now—where are we?”
”We’re at Spoof. You say you could
love me for a week, and him forever."
“I didn’t say that."
“You as much as said it. Spoof may
have advantages—-I admit his travel,
and all that—but will those things
keep him big? Won’t section Two
bound him in a year or so, just as you
say Fourteen bounds me now? Is he
different clay; less ox, more soul Y’
"Section Two can never hold Spoof,
because he—because be is big, don’t
you see? -He reads, he thinks, he
sings, he dreams. No section can hold
one who does those things."
“Does he write poetry?” I inquired,
innocently.
“I—I don’t think so," said she, not
scenting my trap, “but he is very fond
of it You should hear him read—”
“Hear him read ‘Come to me. . . .
Spoof 1”
She turned to me fairly again. She
had withdrawn her hands from mine
and was crushing little crusts of snow
between her mittens. Now she dropped
the snow, shook her hands free of Its
powdery residue, then linked them
about her knee. For a long moment
she held me under her eyes without
blinking.
"So you saw that, did you?"
“Jean—I’m sorry. I apologize. I
saw it by accident—I couldn’t help
that. I could have helped speaking
about It. I apologize.”
Then her eyes dropped. "It was
very foolish,” slie murmured. "You
have a right to be amused.”
“But I’m not amused,” I protested.
“And I’m not sure It is really foolish.
At any rate, I’ll confess something,
Jean; when I found it I tried to write
a poem —to you—but I couldn’t. The
only rhymes I could think of were Jean
and bean.”
“Splendid! Oh, Frank, I’m begin¬
ning to be afraid—to hope—tbat I
didn't quite know you, after all. Fancy
you trying to write poetry—and about
me I Let’s write a verse now. I’ll help
you."
She whipped a mitten from her hand
and sat with-her fingers lightly drum¬
ming on her lips, summoning the muse.
"You’ll have to write It." I said. “I’ll
sign it.”
"Ail right I” she exclaimed at length,
and turning to the huge drift behind
us she traced on its hard surface with
her forefinger this inscription:
If you will only be my wife,
No matter what the paBt has been
r» take a broader view of life
And try to keep you guessing, Jean.
“Oh, you used my rhymes!” I ex¬
claimed. "But Isn’t that last line
slangy?" I said, when we had It well
laughed over and I had added at the
side an Idealistic sketch of Jean’s face
under a bridal veil. My drawing
rather lost its point In the fact that I
bad to explain what It was.
"No. not slang—poetic license. That's
a great advantage poets have; any¬
thing that Isn’t quite good English can
always be called poetic license. Now
sign It.”
I signed It In bold, printed letters,
and then we fell into silence.
“What’s the answer, Jean?” I said
at length.
° h ' prank ‘ 1 can>t Slve you an an
! «™r-not now. That may have been
f lan «- about kee P ifl S me guessing, but
it goes a long way down in one’s na
ture. If you would only read, and
study, and think, and learn to appre¬
ciate beautiful things—” ■
“Oh. Jean, I do! I appreciate you."
“Rather clever, Frank, but that isn’t
Just what I mean. I mean like Spoof;
we might as well be frank about it.
I’ve seen him watch the sunset In the
pond; watch the colors change and
blend and run in little ripples with a
touch of breeze as though the water
had been stirred with a feather; I’ve
seen him sit for hours watching the
ambers and saffrons and champagnes
of the prairie sunset, and—”
“And that’s why he got so little
plowing done."
"Stop it! And he knows every
flower on the prairies, and ail you
anew is pigweed, and he takes note of
dttle things, like when I worked a
new strip of lace Into the yoke of my
dress, and when I put a dash of scarlet
ribbon in my hat he said it gave me
Just the touch of color that one needed
on the prairies and it was no wonder :<
that the Red Indians loved color, and ,
how much wiser, in some things, they ^
were than we, and—”
"He was spoofing you, Jean.”
“He wasn’t.”
"Then he was making love to yon.”
“Perhaps. But It was very nice, rib- ij
You never noticed my lace or my [ 1
bon. You didn’t even notice this cap
I have on today; I made it out of an ,
old muff, all myself, and I Just said to
myself, T wonder if Frank will notice
it,’ “I but did, you didn’t—■” I It first thing, and <j ’
too. saw
I thought how nice It looked on you."
“Spoof would have said how nice I
looked under it."
“Oh, d—n Spoof!”
“Spoofs an artist, Frank. You’re,
not.”
“Nor yet a poet. But I reckon I’ll
make a good farmer.”
“We thrashed out the ox question a
while ago. Let’s keep on new ground.”
“Very well. Here’s some new ground.
When did Spoof tell you all these
i tilings? I understood he hadn’t come
! into the house all the time we ware
i away.”
“He didn’t either—hardly. But he
| used to come over regularly to see that
! everything was ail right - about the
, place and to have his ‘bawth,’ and he
had the handsomest bathing suit—
white and yellow trimmings—and Mar¬
jorie and I fixed up bathing suits, too,
and we used to go in—"
"Together?”
"Of course. Only Marjorie only went
In once or twice; she said she was
afraid of the frogs. . . . Marjorie
is a knowing girl.”
“My own sister! And she would
conspire. ...” I crunched a clump
of crust viciously under my heel.
“Weil, seeing tiiat you have con¬
fessed, I suppose I should own up,
too,” I said, after a silence. “I never
told you that there was a girl out
where I worked this summer.”
“No? What was she like?" Jean’s
voice was steady, but I caught a new
note in it. It augured well for my first
attempt at romancing.
“Oh, she was a nice girl, all right.
Her folks thought she would make a
good ox, but she didn’t quite fall In
line. She had that broader vision
you set so much on. Sort o’ hinted
that she and I might do well running
a rooming house at Moose Jaw; they
say tilings are humming at the Jaw.
Rather suggested—”
“Oh, Frank, she never did 1 . . .
Wanted yon to marry her, I suppose?"
"No, she didn’t just say that. But
she’s big, you know; takes a big view
of things. Of course, it might have
come to ti.at in time. I remember one
afternoon it rained and we couldn’t
work in the fields and that night she
and I went to a dance—” ,«
“Does she dance well?’’
“Oh, quite well. And free. You
know-nothing standoffish, or anything
like that. Well, the storm came up
again during the night, and we couldn't
get home, and it was only a small
farm house so some of us had to sleep
in the hayloft, and Nellie said she’d
be a dead game sport—” v
“Now, Frank, don’t tell me any mere.
I don’t believe it. . . . What hap¬
pened next?” J "
“Oh, nothing much. It was about
noon when we got home, and the eld
man was pretty sore, but I told him I
thought a good deal of Nellie and
wouldn’t mind marrying her if It came
to that, and I asked her to come over
here and visit us next summer—”
“You’re lying, Frank. Let’s go
home.”
As we walked home in silence, trail¬
ing our sleigh, the nip of the late after¬
noon stung our cheeks to roses and our
breaths trailed behind like the gaseous
tail of a very young and leisurely
comet. Jean complained that one of
her hands was growing-cold so I took
the mitten off It and drew the hand
down into my deep, warm overcoat
pocket, where we took all precautions
against frostbite. The other hand
had to take a chance.
We walked along the bottom of tke
gully for shelter from the wind,which
wa$ rising with sunset. As we neared
Twenty-two Jean stopped.
"Frank, I want to ask you a ques¬
tion,” she said. “There was no truth
in that story you told me?"
“You care?”
"Of course I care. Tremendously."
"Don’t you want me to be big?”
“Not that way. I’ve been talking
about intellectual things— spiritual
things.”
“I suppose Spoof’s bathing suit, with
the white and yellow, ts quite spir¬
itual?”
“That isn’t fair."
“Oh yes It Is. It Is merely the other
ox getting gored."
“Anyway, your story wasn’t true?
You made It up to tease me?”
“If I answer your question will you
answer mine?”
“I can’t Frank, I can’t—not now.
I hnven’t seen Spoof since Christmas.
Perhaps he’s sick. Perhaps he’s dead.
Something awful may have happened.”
“His smoke goes up every morning
just the sffme.”
"Oh, you’ve been watching It, too.
But something has happened. I—I
can’t answer you now.”
At the door of Jack’s house we
paused again. We were In the shadow
there, and as she turned on the step
her form swung close to mine. For a
moment I seized her, no longer able to
play the semi-Platonic. . . .
"But there was no truth In It, was
there?” she whispered.
“There!was some truth in it,” I con¬
fessed, as I turned toward the empty
Shack on Fourteen.
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