Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1888-04-21

away rom flymouth after her hus
,and's death. She was there chiefly t.
cut some stitches into the widow,
wardrobe, which nobody else would d,
reasonably" that lady's grief having
ncapacitated her from holding q needle
'r giving her mind to material detail,
# "seam and gusset and band" Blu
Turing the visit, Miss Becky had bee,
,eized with her sharpest attacks O
rheumatism, which had kept her ir
bed for weeks, till her wages were ex
hausted by drugs and doctors fees. I,
was at this time that she made up he,
mind to go into the Home on her return
to Plymouth.
| Mrs. Dwight saw her off at the sta
ton II hope you will find the Home
cozy," she said, outside the car window
cts lucky Parson Amory left you thai
800. after all. He might have doubled
it"
Eyes, I suppose SO, Miss Becky an
swered meekly. Perhaps she was
thinking that, if she were Mrs. Dwight,
no old friend of hers should go begging
for refuge at an alms-house. Per
haps she was thinking of the pretty,
comfortable home waiting for her
friend, and wondering why their for
tunes were so unlike.
write when you reach Plymouth,
and let me know how you're suited,
said Mrs. Dwight, and just then the
cars gave lurch and left her behind,
and Miss Becky turned her glance in
ward. Somebody had taken seat be-
side her.
"Your friend was speaking of Parson
Amory and Plymouth" he said. II
couldn't help hearing. was born in
Plymouth myself, but I haven't met a
soul from there these twenty years. I
am on my way to look up my old
friends.
"Twenty years is long time" an
swered Becky. II am afraid you won't
find many of your friends left. You'll
hardly know Plymouth.
Il suppose mott suppose not. Have
you lived there long?"
II? I have lived there all my days."
"Good! I'm hungry for news of the
people. Tell me everything you can
think OF. Did Parson Amory leave q
fortune? He was called close.
Where's Miss Nell, married or dead?
1 can see the old place in my minds
eye, and the parsonage under the elms,
and the orchard behind it where Lucy
Amory planted young tree on her
wedding day, and the gown little Becky
Thorne wore. By the way, is she alive?
Do you know her?"
Miss Becky hesitated an instant.
eyes, she replied. II know her
more or less. She's alive"
"And married? She must be sixty
odd; she was pretty creature, such-I
suppose they are wrinkles now! Where
have the years gone? Is her home in
the old place still?"
"Her hcme," said Miss Becky, flush
ing little. "She has none; she is on
her way to the Old Ladies' Home"
"To the Old Ladies' Home. Becky
Thorne!" he gasped. "And I"
"You seem to have known her pretty
we'll, " said Becky, who was beginning
to enjoy the incognito.
II should think so. I've loved Becky
Therne from the cradle; we had silly
quarrel which parted us; such trife,
when I look back. Do you ever look
back, MADAME"
The twilight was falling about them;
Becky's face had grown shade or two
paler all at once; she turned her dark,
velvety eyes full upon him with a
startled air.
"You." she said, "you must be
Larry Rogers!" Then the color swept |
20 her cheeks in a crimson wave "Do
you know, I never thought you had |
grown old like myself! Don't you
know me? I am Becky Thorne."
Just then the train Numbered through
he tunnel and they forgot they were
ixty-odd.
"On the way to the Old Ladies
dome," she wrote to Mrs. Dwight, II
vas persuaded to go to an old gentle
mans instead"
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