The Golden Honeymoon | Page 4

set and listen to the concerts, which they give you music for all
tastes, from Dixie up to classical pieces like Hearts and Flowers.
Then all around they's places marked off for different sports and
games--chess and checkers and dominoes for folks that enjoys those
kind of games, and roque and horse-shoes for the nimbler ones. I used
to pitch a pretty fair shoe myself, but ain't done much of it in the last
twenty years.
Well, anyway, we bought a membership ticket in the club which costs

one dollar for the season, and they tell me that up to a couple years ago
it was fifty cents, but they had to raise it to keep out the riffraff.
Well, Mother and I put in a great day watching the pitchers and she
wanted I should get in the game, but I told her I was all out of practice
and would make a fool of myself, though I seen several men pitching
who I guess I could take their measure without no practice. However,
they was some good pitchers, too, and one boy from Akron, Ohio, who
could certainly throw a pretty shoe. They told me it looked like he
would win them championship of the United States in the February
tournament. We come away a few days before they held that and I
never did hear if he win. I forget his name, but he was a clean cut
young fella and he has got a brother in Cleveland that's a Rotarian.
Well, we just stood around and watched the different games for two or
three days and finally I set down in a checker game with a man named
Weaver from Danville, Illinois. He was a pretty fair checker player, but
he wasn't no match for me, and I hope that don't sound like bragging.
But I always could hold my own on a checker-board and the folks
around here will tell you the same thing. I played with this Weaver
pretty near all morning for two or three mornings and he beat me one
game and the only other time it looked like he had a chance, the noon
whistle blowed and we had to quit and go to dinner.
While I was playing checkers, Mother would set and listen to the band,
as she loves music, classical or no matter what kind, but anyway she
was setting there one day and between selections the woman next to her
opened up a conversation. She was a woman about Mother's own age,
seventy or seventy-one, and finally she asked Mother's name and
Mother told her her name and where she was from and Mother asked
her the same question, and who do you think the woman was?
Well, sir, it was the wife of Frank M. Hartsell, the man who was
engaged to Mother till I stepped in and cut him out, fifty-two years ago!
Yes, sir!
You can imagine Mother's surprise! And Mrs. Hartsell was surprised,

too, when Mother told her she had once been friends with her husband,
though Mother didn't say how close friends they had been, or that
Mother and I was the cause of Hartsell going out West. But that's what
we was. Hartsell left his town a month after the engagement was broke
off and ain't never been back since. He had went out to Michigan and
become a veterinary, and that is where he had settled down, in Hillsdale,
Michigan, and finally married his wife.
Well, Mother screwed up her courage to ask if Frank was still living
and Mrs. Hartsell took her over to where they was pitching horse-shoes
and there was old Frank, waiting his turn. And he knowed Mother as
soon as he seen her, though it was over fifty years. He said he knowed
her by her eyes.
"Why, it's Lucy Frost!" he says, and he throwed down his shoes and
quit the game.
Then they come over and hunted me up and I will confess I wouldn't of
knowed him. Him and I is the same age to the month, but he seems to
show it more, some way. He is balder for one thing. And his beard is all
white, where mine has still got a streak of brown in it. The very first
thing I said to him, I said:
"Well, Frank, that beard of yours makes me feel like I was back north.
It looks like a regular blizzard."
"Well," he said, "I guess yourn would be just as white if you had it dry
cleaned."
But Mother wouldn't stand that.
"Is that so!" she said to Frank. "Well, Chancy ain't had no tobacco in
his mouth for over ten years!"
And I ain't!
Well, I excused myself from the checker game and it