The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1871-08-05
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AUNT PATTY'S BOY.

AT the pie.Crust which was destined Il
cover the blue'edged plate before her
Nlebbe you'll be disappointed when you
see him, for he amt handsome. Somt
folks might even think him humbly bu
AesR good boy. One day, | reCOllGct
when Hubert was little fellow, Betty
Wright asked her mother why God madt
bad folks, Don't you know, says hel
brother Elihu, speaking up-hc was al
ways queer Chick-'DOn't you know
sissy lie takes q great deal more pains
with some folks than he does with others
1t took took him long while to make
Hubert Ransom, but he made me in u lift.
Hubert wouldn't like to hear me go on so. "
II think its beautiful, yOu love him SO
dearly said Miss Annette, lifting her gen.
lie head land it speaks volumns for him.
"You are good to say 50, replied tho
I'D lady with pleased look. you see
remember just as well rs il he hadn't
been away day what dishes the boy
likes. He's great hand Tor apple pies,
and likes the real Old.iashiOned kind, with
the apples sliced thin, and the top crust
took of piping hot and bultered and
sIgarGd. Now I'll just run out and pick
up an aproniul of harvest apples, for |
see sha'n't have enough for six pics; and
there amt no use in making u smaller
batch il Hubert is coming homo to-day"
"Lct me go and gather them for you"
said Miss Annette, getting up from her
low stool, and putting aside some dainty
rosCcOlOred and white crochet work. II
should like 10 take run in the orchard.
You don't give me half enough to do,
Aunt Patty, II you made mo work,
shoud be deal stronger.
Law, child, you look as II q good wind
would blow you away like one OF them
dandCiOn tops. | should as soon think
Of giving n hummin' bird II stent. When
your father came out here to get you
boarded, told him l never had taken
folks, because should fret and stew over
the cooking; but, of course, I'd take you,
because he and used to be friends in our
younger days, Pm nibst afraid sometimes
my viCtuals don't suit you, you're such
small eater. You must pick up or when
your father comes in the fall he'll think !
hain't treated you we'll"
"Oh, Aunt Patty, you couldn't DO kind.
cr to me il you were my mother l am
great deal stronger tllRn when came. |
was only little run down, you know.
You mustn't COddle me like an invalid"
"Well, my child, | have sometimes mis-.
trusted that there was young man in
the CASE"
mo, indeed there isn't" returned An.
nette; but she blushGd and laughed little
rs she took her garden.hat by the string,
and went tripping away down the orchard
path that brought its shade and thick turf
up to Aunt Patty's back stOOp. The old
lady left her baking, and went tOthe win.
dow to watch AnnCttes light step, MS the
sunshine came through the bOughs and
spotted her buff morning dress, and the
breeze lifted the leathery little Curls on
her lair neck,
shes sweet, pretty creature" thought
Aunt Patty; "if | didn't have Hubert |
should begin to dote on her, and to fret
about her going away, l'ma foolish old
woman to be setting my heart on folks
the way | do"
Aunt Patty's house was shady old
place, with stores Of comfortable things In
drawers and presses. She had nursed her
aged father through his Inst sickness, and
had then fallen heir TO the homestead, the
snug garden, and few outlying fields,
where her sleek brindle COW and old gray
mare roamed at will. The Shacckaway
hills rose blue and soft in the distance,
and the fresh bree2es that blew from their
lcrny glens made Aunt Patty's house q
hcalhIu resort for the young bOOrdcr--a
little weakly" MS the old lady said-whO
Iad come to pass the summer. Hubert
vas the son Of Aunt Pattys only sister,
who, dying young, had LEFT him TO her
kind care. For three years he had been
settled in business In distant city, and
his summer holidays were always spent
At the old homestead.
Dear sus " thought the old lady, "lve
forgot to put water in llnberts room, lie
wouldn't mind helping himself for he !
hain't grown pGrtiCkeler mite" She !
t0ttCd into the little corner bedroom, |
where the bOughs OF nm old sugar pear :
Tree made u shady place at the window !
II was Just as he had slept in II last. The j
quaint bed was covered with Aunt Patty's y
pink and white star quilt, and there we're II
The shelves Hubert had made for his books
he had Yankee boys inventive faculty Il
and over the door were his fishing rods.
llully, the "help," was up chamber, and $
The smell of something sCOrChing came to G
Aunt Pattys nose She remembered that 9
size had left raisin cake in the oven, and \
hurried back to the kitchen U
Annette had gone past the well with its q
curved sweep and messy brink, and past q
The open barn door. A brood Of downy u
chickens she had been accustomed TO ;,
feed ran ont Of the bushes, and n risky y
bIackand white kitten jumped down 7
from the limb Of q tree and Joined her n
train The ieathered tribe kept close be. II
hind her until she reached the apple.tree u
a wide spreading, clumsy old veteran n
little orchard Annette seated herself to y
rest a moment by It's trunk, where, u
through the boughs, she could see the sky Ct
ClrdIed with white clouds. The kitten, g
'Iappled all over with white sunshine, o.
was playing with its tail. Annette had &c
llst taken up little fluffy yellow.and.
white thing in her hnnd, and was cooling SC
toll softly, when somebody who had rid x
,lcn along the near highway unnotced, "
tied his horse to the fence and sprang into "a
the orchard. II
Miss King, this Is truly rural| II
Annette rose to her feet, and drOppel "
hey little playmate back into the grass. A ST
faint blush of surprise or pleasure over.
spread her cheek. . 10
What an unexpected pleasure. Mr.. "
NIOTdoCkT murmured she. Ut
= hope It 10 n pleasure" he returned, u
q he extended his hand and looked at HI
hcr with uHlisguised admiration. lie was y,
. TALL, slender young man, with a dark ID
"elcut face, and slight moustaclc that
yelled, without wholly concealing, the C
somewhat supercilious expression of his u
mouth and he had what Aunt Patty u
called "cityAed' air II
u was obliged 10 come as far as Barls.