tON itself is dreary; not muc tton mill, treet only a urdays tenants from talk and trade. Oto is far off and estranged from all ot train stop is Society City, and te Bus Lines use ters  and rae .

    If you reet on an August afternoon tsoever to do. t building, in ter of toely and leans so far to t t it seems bound to collapse at any minute. t it a curious, cracked look t is very puzzling until you suddenly realize t at one time, and long ago, t side of t porced, and part of t ting  unfinision of tely deserted. Nevert boarded; sometimes in te afternoon  its  a ter and a face o is a face like terrible dim faces knoo be exc gaze of grief. t tters are dosed once more, and as likely as not t be anoto be seen along treet. t afternoons -- o do; you migo ten to the chain gang.

    oables reamers from tric fans, great gaturday nig t responsible for ty of t in tory of terrible cer o toer a long term in tentiary, caused ruin, and t on  it is still remembered.

    t al ore t carried mostly feed, guano, and staples sucion to tore sed a still t t liquor in ty. Sall  s and brus ense, y. S  sliged  Miss Amelia cared notary person. racted in ty -- it range and dangerous marriage, lasting only for ten days, t left toen s ly guarding till.

    itterlins and sausage in toumn days, ss ely flavored. S tore in only tering. It  Miss Amelia  at ease. People, unless t be taken into t to sometable. So t t Miss Amelia o make money out of tgages on crops and property, a sa  for  failing, and t s. Ster litigation over just a trifle. It  if Miss Amelia so mucumbled over a rock in tinctively as to sue about it. Aside from ts seady life and every day o cil t Miss Amelia y years old.

    It o evening in April. t. t spring promised   s. Doory , and t, steady  o o make love. Or  to sit quietly and pick a guitar, or simply to rest alone and t all. treet t evening ed, but Miss Amelias store umpy MacPy, purplisop step e imid person le manners and nervous tom step. Miss Amelia ood leaning against t crossed in ts, patiently untying knots in a rope s talked for a long time.

    One of t to speak. quot;I see somet; he said.

    quot;A calf got loose,quot; said her.

    till too distant to be clearly seen. ted srees along t spring grass mingled he near-by lagoon.

    quot;No. Its somebodys youngun,quot; said Stumpy MacPhail.

    Miss Amelia c do continued until a voice called out and   until te close,  from t t had come.

    tranger, and it is rare t a stranger enters to at t  tall and y coat t reaco tle legs seemed too to carry t of   sat on  blue eyes and a stle mout and sassy -- at t  and tcase h a rope.