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For a moment he held his breath, an involuntary action; he seemed to be standing in a shower of flowers. "Don't you see it, Ramsey?" Milla whispered. "It's a great big one. Why, it must be as long as as your shoe! Look!" Ramsey saw nothing but the thick round curl on Milla's shoulder.
But we prayed to Lo'd Jesus to take keer on 'em all dese years, an' we'll go home to glory soon." In answer to my query as to his age, he said: "Massa Moses' book say I's a hundred an' five, an' my Milla's a hundred an' three. I might slip count a year or two, but I reckon not." I never before met one couple living to this advanced age.
He should have been thinking of Milla, of course, at such a time, particularly after the little enchantment just laid upon him by Milla's touch and Milla's curls; and he knew well enough that Miss Yocum was not among the spectators. She was half a mile away, as it happened, gathering "botanical specimens" with one of the teachers which was her idea of what to do at a picnic!
"See here, Albert," his friend said breathlessly. "I got a favour. I want you to go over to Milla's " "I'm goin' to finish pressin' these trousers," Albert interrupted. "Then I've got my breakfast to eat." "Well, you could do this first," said Ramsey, hurriedly. "It wouldn't hurt you to do me this little favour first.
As a measure of domestic prudence, Ramsey tore the note into irreparable fragments, but he did this slowly, and without experiencing any of the revulsion created by Milla's former missive. He was melancholy, aggrieved that she should treat him so. He never saw her again.
"They got married at her Aunt Jess and Uncle Purv's house, up in Chicago, last Thursday. Yes, sir; that quiet little Milla's a regular old married woman by this time, I expect, Ramsey!" When he got over the shock, which was not until the next day, one predominating feeling remained: it was a gloomy pride a pride in his proven maturity.
"My youth was passed in the capital. I was courted and petted, and yet I was not happy. My father, occupied with his financial operations, did not bother himself about me. My mother was just as unhappy as I was. I would have become desperate if a dear friend had not clung to me," and putting her arm about Milla's waist, the diva continued: "We were both devoted to music.
He replaced the "drumstick" upon his plate and allowed it to remain there untouched, in spite of a great hunger for it. Having looked down, he now found difficulty in looking up, but gazed steadily at his plate, and into this limited circle of vision came Milla's delicate and rosy fingers, bearing a gift. "There," she said in a motherly little voice.
A loud shriek was uttered by throats abler to vocalize, just then, than Milla's, for in her great surprise she said nothing whatever the shriek came from the other girls as Milla left the crest of the overhanging bank and almost horizontally disappeared into the brown water.
The amount of evening walking he did must also have been a trial to his nerves, on account of fatigue, though the ground covered was not vast. Milla's mother and father were friendly people but saw no reason to "move out of house and home," as Mr.
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