The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1881-11-10


And years fade slowly into years.
But stf l. at twilight, sweet and low,
Her tender parting song he hears.
-Hdrpers Weekly.
MRS. PRlNGLE = CONSPIRACY.
There's grandmother, dear-run
and bring her in"
Tiptoe toddled out to meet the brisk
stepping. fresh-faced. oldish (not old)
lady who came in ut the gate.
Come to spend the day, haven't
you, molherp How nice OF you!'
Young Mrs. Pringle had never yet
discovered that her husbands mother
was her "mother-in -law" in the popu-
lar acceptation OF the term
"ies, I've come, Kate; but dom t
stop your work; it's nice, cool morn
ing for sewing-go right on"
So after enscOn ing her visitor in an
easy chair. and supplying her with fan
and footstool. Mrs. Pringle resumed her
tasting and fitting, with an occasional
ten minutes or 50 of rapid stitching. the
only interruption to the stream of talk
which seemed in no way to interfere
with the motions of her deft fingers.
"There!' she exclaimed. as noon
drew near. Come here, pet"
She proceeded to try on Master Tip
toe the result of her mornings work. u
iaunty thing OF tucks and rultles which
hardly reached to the knees of the
chubby morsel. 1t was duly pulled
down, jerked around, patted smooth
here, putfed out there and quickly tied
about with a sash imprOvised from a
strip of lining muslin snatched from tho
floor.
Now" with kiss and a shake,
run to grandmother and say: Isn't 1
sweet. grandmother"
"Isn't--mamma-f eet--ganmuzzer?"
came with heroic attempt at very
precise pronunciation.
mo, no: that isn't it," laughed
mammal. but '.ganmuzzer' caught the
merry urchin in her arms.
THAT is it, exactly, Tiptoe. l de-
clare. Kate, you are as industrious a lit
tie soul as ever saw! And what q
bnack you have at such things! and
if Robert don't get on it won be your
fault"
The kindly woman had never been
blessed with daughter of her own,
and this son wife OF hers was we'll
nigh perfect in her eyes.
But the atfectionate speech failed to
bring an answering smile. A troubled
expression arose to the young woman
face, and tears slowly gathered in her
eyes. She unbuttoDed Tiptoe's slip,
unmindful OF his protest against hav-
ing on his ''ugly Oh dress'' again, but
compromising matters by tying on the
pink muslin sash over the buff cham
a hi VIC Il
closed up, and the cuttings gathered
came which the mother knew would
come. Il.
Il don't know, mother; sometimes
feel quite discouraged. and really think
it is not much use for me to try"
why, Kate. dear, what do you
mean? Are things going wrong with
Roberto
"Oh, no. mother! Nothing, mean,
for you TO worry over. It's only that
am anxious about Robert smoking so
much--I know it is hurting him in more
WAYS than one." -tr-
His mothers face grew grave.
lis he smoking more than formerlyp"
Eyes; Pm sure it is growing on him.
From what I see and what l can guess
at, think he smokes hit or ten cigars
aday. have known him to smoke q
dozen in day."
TOO bad" said his mother, with a
sigh. "Of course it must be a great
injury to him in time ii it is not al
ready - So. .-
land, then, he cannot afford it. 1
don't think he realizes at all what
drain it is. know he needs every cent
he can keep in his business, and try.
my best to save in every way can, but,
mother, do get out of heart some
times when l see that, with all my
pinching and scraping, l can't save as
much in a week az he spends on cigars
in a day.
II see, dear"
"And l know it is . selfish way to
look at it, but often feel impatient and
angry at going without 30 many little
things that l would like to have. I'm
perfectly willing to do without, YOU
know, only can't make it seem right
that should do all the doing without
lit is not right
Still, it is really Robert only fault,
so perhaps I ought not to complain.
Think how much worse some men are?
CuppOSluy uC uIduhs uOWs
That's a poor excuse, Kate. You
wouldn't excuse q person for being .
liar because he was not thief.'
"Well!' Young Mrs. Pringle drew .
long sigh. II don't know what to do
about it, I'm sure. When try to talk
to him about it he either puts me oil or
laughs at me. and tells me not to bother
my head about things I don't UNDER
stand"
"Suppose, Kate. you ask him for the
same amount he spends in cigars for
You to spend for your own gratiica-
tion?'
But I couldn't have the conscience
to spend money on superfluities, mother.
(! remember how Emily Brand used to
90 that--she thought she was quite
2nstlhed in spending three or four dol
lars week in trash, because her hus-
band spent the same in cigars. So he
smoked and she spent, and he broke up
in business, and now they are living,
nobody knows how, in some little
Western town.
IL think you might manage to open
Roberts eyes a little. though, Kate. |
Listen
Mrs. Pringle, the e'der, smiled as If |
in admiratien of some clever scheme |
within her brain. yet shook her head |
in solemn apprsciesion Of the
serious character of the subject "A
very earnesteounself followed. brought 70 !
. sudden end BY the appearance Of the
son and husband. carrying his younx,l
heir, who had rnh To meet him. on |
one shoulder and . small parcel underl
his other arm, ,-.-..s