The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1885-12-11

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have already been introduced to, with
a demure little courtesy and the words
Il will send mother" Martha left him.
In a few moments a comedy, rosy
checked woman came hurrying into
the parlor with:
Good afternoon, sir, Marthy tells
me you have a letter for me from an
old friend"
eyes, from my mother" and the
gentleman held toward her the letter.
Having read it through, interrupted
with e%xclamations such as "Bless mel"
"Who'dhavet thought it?" Mrs. Dun
can, her pleasant face deepening into
a smile calculated.
$50 you are little Paul Dorsey. Myl
how time flies. When / last saw you,
you were only a little shaver. 1t must
be nigh onto fifteen years ago. And
to think of Lucindy's remembering me
all these years and sending her son to
see me. Not that / have forgotten
her-not a bit. Only with one thing
and another one hasn't time to think
much of old days. You see your ma
and / went to the same academy,
and we thought a sight of each other;
only somehow after both OF us
married we sort of drifted apart.
Your ma she married q wealthy city
man, while / got married to a well-to-
do farmer, and SO gradually we each
went our own way. Not to forget each
other though, as you see, and now, my
dear, excus the liberty, but it comes
natural like, being your ucindy's son,
I'll send n of the men down to the
village after your trunk, and you'll
just stop along with us and be as
welcome as my own son, if / had one,
and Marthy and ] will do our best to
make you comfortable, and motherly
Mrs. Duncan laid her hand with an
approving pat upon Paul Dorsey's
slightly STOPPING shoulders, while he,
coloring somewhat, endeavored to
thank her for her warm hospitality,
but was cut short with:
"Bless you, it's no put out, we have
lots of room, and it will be real pleas
ure to me to see Luclndy's son max
ing himself to home in my house"
And thus it was that Paul Dorsey
became a guest at Willow Brook
Farm.
That evening after her visitor had
retired Mrs. Duncan said to her daugh.
ter.
"Poor, young man, he hasn't got a
bit of appetite. | don't wonder Lu-
cindy is fretted abouthim. She writes
that he is always that taken up with
books, that she car hardly ever coax
him to go about with young folks and
enjoy himself. I've been thinking
Marthy, if you was just to kind OF
make believe you need his help now
and again about the garden and such,
it would do him a sight of good, and
he'd never suspect it was for the sake
of his health" and Mrs. Duncan
laughed a low, pleased laugh, at the
thought ofthe deception, while Martha
exclaimed:
"Why mother! you are getting to be
irregular con%spirator. But / am afraid
it won't work, he's $3.50 odd"
Paul Dorsey had been told to make
himself perfectly at home; so the morn
ing after his arrival he withdrew from
the breakfast table to his W room,
and forthwith commenced to unpack
his books preparatory to a good days
study. Everything was at last ar
ranged to his satisfaction, but some
how his thoughts were strangely wan
dering this day, although not a sound
disturbed the the cool quietness of his
surroundings. A pair of blue eyes
seemed to glance mockingly from the
mGsty pages hefain would master, and
he caught himself repeating aloud the
old-fashioned name of "Marthy,'
which took unto itself the sweetest OF
sounds by reason of it's connection
with so pretty an owner. Suddenly,
with a thud, the book fell from his
hand, as, exclaiming: "By Jove! that's
her voice." Paul Dorsey, with one
stride, was at the window making sad
havoc OF the dainty dimity curtains
with his clumsy hands.
Martha, accompanied by a tall,
stalwart fellow, was passing down the
garden path, her infectious laughter
floating merrily upon Che balmy air as
shechatted away to the young man at
her side, who appeared to be enjoying
the subject under discussion as herself.
AS they disappeared from view, Paul,
with rather a blank look, resumed his
seat and sought to apply himselfto his
interesting task, but not with the old
ardor did he work, and for the first
time that he could remember, he list
ened anxiously for the bellto summon
him to luncheon.
The days slipped into weeks, and still
Paul Dorsey remained a guest at Will
low Brook Farm, andit becamen 10 I'M
usual sight to see him obediently fol-
lowing Martha's directions concerning
the uprooting of certain weeds, or the
fastening OF some vine more secure
ly about it's support. An honest,
brown tinge had replaced Paul's
once sallow complexion, and the
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