Northern tribune. [volume] (Cheboygan, Mich.) 1875-1885, 1880-02-07

| as FRANK Sdlu, W tOp On Will.
"Now, Frank" the bright little house
keeper said, as, the chicken dispatched,
she began to cut the pie, 81 can't wait
any longer. What has pleased you so
much?"
well, / have heard at last of what
that wall between you and Mrs. Morgan
is built"
''Well, what? and how did you learn
it?"
Morgan and were both working to-
day on that road which runs between
our farms, and | discovered in the course
of a conversation we struck up, that he
thinks we are proud. He didn't
say so, exactly, but his remarks
ON 'high-tOned farmers were very point
ed, and [ was not slow to understand
them. We are proud, he thinks, because
we own this big old farm, with the pros
pect of paying for it if we work hard
enough for the next ten years. He said
that he had heard that L was going to
put up stOrm-dOOr for the winter, and
wondered why, since we had store car
pets to keep the cold out, and satin and
lace strung up at the winders'; he re-
marked that people who wore gloves
when they picked up stones and had
cushions on their pillow handles must
set lot by soft hands; he reminded me
that thoroughbred stock had trick O.
dying like other folks common Beasts
and threw out a broad hint that women
who played the palmer were not as
usual thing anxious to associate with
people who had been raised poor
Anything else?" laughed Mrs. Hay
wood, as her husband stopped talking in
order to drink his coffee. -.Fr.
isn't that enough? There's your wall,
my dear. 1t is built of curtains. carpets,
old kid gloves and your Steinway. Now,
| wonder how you will break it DOWN."
''DO you suppose Mrs Morgan shares
her husbands feelings?"
Il don't doubt it for moment"
suppose call on her first? Itsisn't
etiquette, but still, if she thinks I'm
proud" 0rr a-r q III
"DO just as you think best, Lucy. am
only interested in seeing how you will
break down that curious wall"
''Pll manage it somehow; trust me-"
said Lucy, in the bright way which made
her so charming.
That afternoon Mrs. Morgan received
an invitation from Mrs. Hayward, sent
by passing neighbCr's boy, to take tea
with her at six o'clock.
About half-past five Mrs. Hayward re-
ceived an answer to the effect that her
neighbOr was too busy to spare the time
to come. The message was brought by
the little gOlden-haired girl, who receiv-
ed kiss and pOcketful of sugar cook
les to carry home with her.
Mrs. Hayward was disappointed that
Mrs. Morgan had declined to come.
THAT wall must come down some
way" she said firmly.
The next day she sent over to Mrs.
MOrgan's to say that she was going to
drive into town, and would Mrs. Morgan
let Daisy go, too. The drive would, no
doubt, be:a pleasure to the child. The
hired man came back with answer that
Daisy was asleep and could not be dis
turbed.
"Well, l am at the end of my resources"
said Mrs. Hayward. II sha'n't try any
more, for she evidently has no desire to
know me. But still, believe that wall
will come down some day, il | wait long
enough and am patient"
So no more attempts at friendship
were made, and Mrs. Morgan continued
to live in the isolated, desOlate way she
seemed to prefer to any other her neigh
Dor might have helped her to find. But
Mrs. Hayward could not help plying
her, as she saw her at work, either in or
out of the house. from dawn until night
fall, and marked, when she met her.
the settled melancholy and despair
which lay on her white face and in her
dark eyes.
eff ever an opportunity offers, | will
show her how feel for her." thought
the happy little wife at the big farm.
An opportunity offered very unexpect-
eddy.
Mis- Morgan's young 'un-is down
with the scarlet fever" said the hired
man one bitter cold morning in JAN
uary, as Mrs. Hayward set his breakfast
before him.
Scarlet feverp she cried, 80, you
can't mean it,"
''Yes, and she amt got no woman kind
there, either. She's been so stand off
like ever since they moved up here. that
no one will gosnigh her now, SEEM the
feyei'S ketchin' too. Folks say she is sOr-
rOwful like, all the time, but massey on
ly knows why she should be, for they do
say her husbands good pervider."
But Mrs. Hayward scarcely heard the
mans words. She had caught her shawl
and hood from peg blythe dresser, and
was putting them on with trembling
fingers. :.
You know it is contagious, and"-
She interrupted him..
Il can't fOrget-May," she said with a
sob, and was out of the door before he
could say another word to stop her.
Mrs. Morgan sat in large chair hold
ing her child in her arms. She
gazing down at the little flushed face
with look OF stony despair, and her
heart was filled with bitter, rebelliOus
thoughts. She had held the child three
days thus. She expected to see this
precious life slip away from her-every-
thing else had slipped away.
Suddenly the bedroom door opened,
and Lucy Hayward entered. She walk
right up to the desOlate woman, knelt
down by her, and after one glance at the
flushed face of the child burst into tears.
My only child died of scarlet fever"
she said, and she put her arms about the
mothers neck and sObbed.
She cried thus for a long time, and
hers were not the only tears which fell.
The fountain of Mrs. MOrgan's heart was
unSealed at last, and she wept as if her
heart was breaking. The strain which
she had endured for so many years had
been too much for her, and she had
broken down when this sister with Sis
ter sorrow had come to her.
And the wall had broken down too.
1
The old doctor said that it was through
Mrs. Hayward's good nursing that little
Daisy recovered. Certainly she did her
best for the child.
| And cha did har hact for Daicv'c moth