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That afternoon, Miss Sally-Lou Wartrace, sister of the keeper of the store at the cross-roads, was at her brother's counter eagerly reading an Atlanta paper while he stood looking over her shoulder She had passed well into spinsterhood, as was shown by the inward sinking of her cheeks, the doard tendency of the lines about her eneral thinness and stiffness of frame

"Well, well, well!" she chuckled, her s up into her brother's face "So all this tied to be er fools? Mrs Drake has been so stuck up lately she'd hardly nod to coht out and said so, but she actually thought he was settin' up to Dolly Old Tom did, too"

"Yes, I think To "I've heard hi interests al was purty an' smart, an' he didn't see no reason why Mostyn shouldn't want her, especially as he was about with her so much"

"That is it," the oldon to her Dolph, oin' to be no end o' talk Why, didn't Ann just as good as tell oin' to a fine finishin'-school in Atlanta? You know Toe I did--about Dolly an' Mostyn, Ann grinned powerful knowin'-like an' never denied a thing Even Ann's got a proud tilt to 'er, an' struts along like a young peacock This here article will explode like a busted gun a or two Do you reckon they've got their paper yet?"

"Not yet," Wartrace answered "The carrier has to go clean round by Spriggs's at the foot of the enerally hits Tom's place about an hour by sun"

Miss Sally-Lou folded the paper and thrust it into the big pocket of her print skirt "I a smile "I wouldn't miss it for a purty"

"You'd better keep out of it," the storekeeper mildly protested "You know you have been mixed up in several fusses"