Historical Newspapers of South Carolina

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Melissy walked, slowly down the road, swinging her sunbonnet in her hand, letting the little breezes stir the soft hair about her face, and drink ing in the pungent breath of the pines. Melissy's dream was very sweet and very bitter. She had been only a girl -Melissy was thirty-four now-when she had had her short romance. There had never been a man at Hil ton Corners oould compare with Hi ram. Melissy thought bim the hand somest and cleverest of men. And he thought Melissy as beautiful as she was good, and Hiram had felt there was no higher praise than that. It was on an evening of Just such an April day that Hiram had first kissed her and she had promised to be his wife. But the long, sweet summer had not passed before Hiram had grown cold and captious, changing so much that Melissy hardly knew him for the same ardent lover of a few months back. The girl was high-spirited the broken woman smiled, sadly, as she remembered this-and on one day of anger and rebellion she had sent Hiram away and he had never como back to her again. He had left The Corners, and dur ing all the long years since, Melissy had never heard from him. Vague rumors had reached her, however, that he had gone to Florida and had made money in turpentine. The camp meeting grounds were a good three miles from The Cor ners, and MeliBsy was very tired by the time she had covered half the way. She sat down by the road side in the shade of a big oak, fan ning with the pink sunbonnet, rest ing the tired limbs awhile before go ing on again. The sun was very hot by this time, and the pungent breath of wild honeysuckles and the heavy fragrance of yellow jessamine made Melissy's bead ache. She leaned black against the mossy trunk with closed eyes, listening to the mocking bird up in the oak and thinking of Hiram - and wondering why life was so hard, and why he had changed so towards ber. Melissy had been too proud to ask for an explana tion- MelJssy felt now that she would not be too proud, if Hiram were only here. A half hour later a man driving down the dusty road at a rapid pace drew up his horses sharply, with an ejaculation of surprise. The figure in the blue cotton dress leaning back against the great oak was so still, and the sweet face framed in the heavy masses of wavy brown hair was so white that be thought at first she was dead. But at the clatter of the team and his own strong voice Melissy's slumber was broken and she sat up, looking dazed and a lit tle disheveled, and rubbing her eyes like a sleepy child. Then she laughed and her face turned pink as she encountered the look on the bearded face. She put on her sun bonnet, hastily, and somehow began to feel very girlish and timid. It had been a long time since Melissy had encountered that look In any one's eyes, but she had been a belle for too many years not to know when she had struck a spark of ad miration. "I-1 believe I must have fallen asleep,' she said, a little nervously. "I believe you did," said the man, laughing. "It was BO hot," said Melissy, "and I am so tired. I am on my way to camp meeting and I got plum beat out with the heat" "It's getting pretty hot," said the man. "I reckon it wasn't the heat so much," said Melissy, "but I've been right poorly this winter. This is the first time I've been out for a long walk since January." "You ought not to have tried to walk it," said the man. "You aren't strong enough. It's a good three miles, at least, from your place." Melissy looked surprise. "Land!" she said, "bow do you know? I thought you were a stranger in these parts," and she looked with interest at the fine team and shiny trap, and the tall, well-dressed figure. "Melissy," said the man, his voice hoarse and shaken, "don't you know me?" Melissy face turned as white as the little wilted ' roses in her belt. For a moment she stood quite still, like a frightened child. Then she gave a glad cry: "Oh, Hiram, Hiram' Its been so long," and burst into bitter sobbing. Hiram took her in his arms and wiped away the tears. "It has been long, Melissy," he said, "but we'll fill our lives so full of happiness we'll foget the sorrow. Do you remember the dreamt you uBed to have of seeing the world, Me lissy? Well, we'll see it together, doar. I've made plenty of money, and I've come back to beg you to forgive me for my pride and Jeal ousy." "I never could understand-" be gan Melissy. Hiram stopped her with a kiss. I thought you cared for Dock Gib son. lt was Amarlah Hill who told me. She said you were a flirt I was too proud to tell you, and, anyhow, I promised not. And you did flirt a lit tle, you know, Melissy." "Oh, Hiram-" began Melissy. But Hiram kissed her into silence again. (Copyright by Dally Btw Pub. CoO It's human to attempt shifting th? blame on "environment" or "heredJfcf^ COOLER CLUTHES FOR BABY One of the Problems That the Warmer Weather Puts Forward to the Young Mother. When the wann summer months confront ns the young mother begins to think about cool clothes for baby, and not the least important of the ar ticles required for the wardrobe is the loose coat to be worn over the long dress, for baby dare not be exposed tc draughts at any time. The needlework shops are showing an attractive variety of long coats made of crepe de chine or albatross. These can be copied with little dif ficulty. Purchase a kimono pattern for a baby in long clothes and stamp the border with scallops. Down the fronts and across the sleeves stamp a dainty flower design;, either forget-me-nots, rose buds or violets are suitable White silk of a fine quality should be used to embroider the flowers. First pad the petals, using white darning cotton for the porpose. Make the padding stitches the length of the petals and cover them with silk, mak ing the stitches at right angles with the padding. Buttonhole the scallops with heavier twisted silk, padding them first with the daming cotton. Tie the fronts together with white ribbon an inch in width. If desired, these dainty coats can be lined with a light quantity of china silk, but they are more frequently unlined for summer use. If you haven't a little one of your own, make a dainty coat for a tiny friend or relative. It is fascinating work, as the soft materials are easy to work with. SQUARE EFFECT CALLED FOR j Both for Indoor and Outdoor Wear, the Gown Must Pr?sent That Appearance. A quaint square effect is the most noticeable feature of the newest of the gowns both for indoor and outdoor wear. Whether the present tendency toward the natural form has anything to do with it is, of course, the first thing that occurs.to one. A very charming gown which illus trates this feature has a draped skirt in a night-blue color of charmeuse. This has a straight, square back, which shows scarcely any curve at the waist line. A broad, straight panel hangs from the waist, without any folds to the end of the skirt. The dra pery of the front of the skirt disap pears under this panel at each side about two-thirds of the way from the waist. The corsage is of ivory lace over flesh-colored chiffon, and bas a point er1 ceinture in front. This alBO dis appears at the back under the panel. Little motifs of iridescent blue beads take away from the severe style of ! the square back. The front of the I gowns is very graceful, but somehow i the back cannot appeal to everybody. I - STYLISH WRAP Wrap of blue and gold brocade with heavy silk cord and tassels. Yellow Luncheon Tables. The hostess who entertains in the most correct and formal manner now uses artificial light at her mid-day luncheons. Spring sunshine is cruelly searching to the complexion hence the popularity of the softly shaded lights. YelIov?q are always in favor in the seasons of daffodils, jonquils and tulips, and a charming fancy is to set at each plate a little basket filled with yellow blossoms, a large basket with the same flowers decorating tho cen ter of the table. Tall feil ver vases or glass vases, set at each corner of the table and filled with yellow daffodils, are a graceful decoration when the Mght falls from an electrolier over the "enter of the board. ?fD OF STUFFED BEAR By JAMES B. HAWLEY. For the sixteenth time I had asked1 Marjory Curtis to marry me. And for the seventeenth time-twice shei didn't even notice my remark-she had given me her sweetest smile and refused. Late one afternoon an errand called me to P-; and as my horses had been driven hard all day, I took the train for the two miles, with the de termination of walking home. I completed my errand, bad dinner In P-, and about eight o'clock started on my homeward journey. For the first mlle or so the walk was beautiful, but as I reached the corner that turned Into the road that ledi past the Curtie house the bank of clouds that had come np from th? weet swept across the face of the' moon and from almost daylight I wa* plunged into almost the darkest night* I have ever experienced. I almost collided with Mrs. Curtis when I reached their gate, and as soon as she recognized me she ex plained that she had been locked out' and asked me if I would mind walt ing on the porch until either Marjorie or her father arrived, and then tell! them that she would be down at Mrs.. Johnston's. For a moment I hesitated and' then the temptation to see Marjorie' became too strong for me, and I suc cumbed. Marjorie arrived, and I deliv ered the message. She thanked me, and, although I couldn't see her I could hear her fumbling with the lock. At last she exclaimed in disgust: "Dear me! I tooa the wrong key," and she contin ued, "might I ask you to escort me io my mother, Mr. Van Doreen?" "Certainly," I replied. When we bad reached the third step or so from the bottom the heavy clouds broke away and the moonlight streamed up the path and threw the house and surroundings into the light again. I turned my head to look at Marjorie, and then started back with a cry of horror. Just a little to the left of the stoop lying at full Lying at Full Length Was a Big, Black Bear. length in the moonlight was a big ! black bear. There had been a report in the town of a big beai aaving escaped from a traveling showman and this was evi dently the animal I looked around in terror. I had ab solutely no weapon but a nail file and a pocket knife, and I was about to suggest to Marjorie, who was shaking with sobs that we make a bolt for it, when In the corner of the porch I spied a long pruning knife that some of the men had left about. I reached out and grasped the knife, and as I made a move toward the edge of the stoop, I beard a frightened little cry from Marjorie. I immediately re turned and gathered her up in my arms for a moment. I simply forgot ali about the bear., and everything else except that I was holding the woman I loved the best in the world. And would you be lieve it, the habit had bepome so strong that even there 1 proposed, and what is more the slight affirmative of the head showed me that I had been accepted. With a parting injunction to Marjorie to have no fear, I again moved toward our enemy. ' The beast was evidently asleep, or ! something, for it had made no move aluce we had discovered it, but lay i there at full length. Slowly, and not making a sound, I approached it, and when I was within four feet of the furry thing I let him have the knife as near in the heart as I could judge in the uncertain light Five times I stabbed bim, and then as he made no move, I approached with a lighted match to- examine his wounds. . r ! A great, big. unswallowable lump fbse ir. my throat, and 1 couldn't speak; for, instead of blood pouring from the wound?, all I could se* was a little straw that the knife had pulled out. A shriek of laughter greeted me when I almost yelled: "Marjorie! Marjorie! This isn't a real bear; it's only stuffed!" "I know lt," she managed to gasp. "Papa's guide sent it t-to him and the m-moths got into it and-and w-we put it out t-to air a-and for-got to b-bringi it in." I waited until she calmed down andi then said in my most severe tones: i Marjorie, you promised to marry me.j I suppose-" "I know I did, you silly boy; butj what has that to do with a stuffed bear?" (Copyright by Dally: Story Fab. CoJJ '