A Tar-Heel Baron

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freaks of an April that had come in with snow, and alternately had warmed and chilled the swelling hopes of bud a

'lissy used

ath of relief that that time of w

elt in salutation of Miss Carroll. As she stopped to speak to him, he stared earnestly at her horse's neck; but kind Nature permits even a shy man's vision to take a wide range, and Bud by no means was unobservant of

Meliss

s friends thought her v

ar baby! I think she look

ays so," replied the lad, whose condition as the father o

Bud. I hope you feel it. And I hope

hand over his own visual organ, which was surrounded by the paling glori

y. Hit was a stick o' wood--" But his voice trai

w it happened. Don't te

stone that la

'lissy bein' so well, 'n Ah jus' took a little; 'n Pink Pressley was awful aggravatin', 'n Ah jus' 'lowed Ah didn' want nothin' t'

n Ah'm goin' to try, Ah sho' am," he added, stepping out of the way of the horse, grown uneasy at this long colloquy.

ing to herself, as Johnny broke into a canter, "As if poor Bud ever co

etaking himself to the side, and even to the footpath on the bank, when the mud grew too deep for speed. The girl paid litt

issa's husband. But twenty years are not proof against the joint attack of sunshine and fresh, sweet air and the glori

glare of whitewashed weather-boarding. It needed only green shutters to be a hostage from New England. In summer a rose cli

she knew only too well the weakness that was wringing the heart of the good old Doctor and lining "Miss Sophy's" face. Bob was their only son and onl

eemed to be like history this morning. A little sigh escaped her as she looked about for the Doc

traightforward, to this man she was diplomatic. If to Bud she was Mentor, to Bob she was Telemachus. If Bud stared at her in puzzled surprise at her "alw

r to his salutation. "Is your mother at home? An

pass, and she saw that it would be abs

ained Bob, glibly, shamelessly loading upon the back of a tiny and unoffending little bull-c

t of the poor mother, for she knew how long a Carolinian can stay on a horse, and that

she said. "Go and get me the witch

e Doctor's grandmother as door curtains and couch covers. She noticed the kettle swung over the fire from the same crane that

e so dreadfully tall. Towels! That won't do at all!

I kee

ly, and what was visible of t

'll return it to me

tched in appreciat

he replied, gravely. "I expect t

his shock of black hair rising above the li

his way? Are you never going to care for me? You know I'd give my life for you. You never asked me to do anything yet that I didn't do," he hurried on, yearning for an answer from her, yet

fall her hands, realizing that she knew-that she always had known-and feeling how empty w

s upon his knees, and buried his head in

. Johnny rubbed his nose in sympathy against her shoulder as she unfastened his chain. It was the first time in Bob

choirs" of the trees became clear to her eyes once again, she realized tha