“One more kiss, love! and then—”
Their lips met and parted; and they too parted, the girl gliding towards the house, and the young man stealing off among the peach trees, to seek safer concealment in the shadowy woods beyond.
Story 1--Chapter XVII.
Father and Daughter.
“I’ve got good news for ye, gurl,” said Jerry Rook, sliding out of his saddle, and joining her in the porch. “Darnationed good news.”
“What news, father?”
“Thet the liquor hez at last done its work, an’ ole Planter Brandon air dead.”
“O father! surely you do not call it good news?”