The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1889-07-18
and Miss Markham did NOT have red Inns

Sayles, with triumphant glance at Mrs.
Ford. "You don't mean that you're
staying away from the ball game-you9'
ooh, don't care for it this weather. ~
said Jim, unblushingly-Jim, who had
breathlessly watched game last week
from the sunny side of the grand-stand,
with the thermometer at ninety-oight.
Mrs. Sayles laughed delightedly.
eyes, will have point in the back,
Miss Stowe" said Mrs. Ford, with cold
ignoring of Mrs, Sayles and her rejoicings.
But she was in despairing mental
tumult. Mrs. Sayles's small, keen eyes
seemed periods which pointed and made
complete and certain what she had tried
not to believe,
He was in love with her. And with
Jim, who was ardent and single-minded,
it was likely--it was certain to be serious
And who was shea Mrs. Ford did not
know-probably nobody did.
| She stared at her hastings with unsee-
ing eyes.
jim, with his good looks and clever
ness, and family histories for both sides
OF the family, with a coat-of-arms in
each-the lions on their hind legs in their
centres seemed to pranee before her ewes
and dressmaker whom they didn't
| even knowl
What should she do9 What would
her father and mother say to it, and to
herr 1t would never have happened if
Jim hadn't been visiting her.
She was in whirl of helpless agita-
ton. She could not tell the right from
the wrong side of the cloth.
And where was ROBE His nurse was
setting the dinner table, and his mother
had meant to oversee him, but she hadn't.
He might be over playing with those
rough little Beldens, for all she knew.
"Well, ] just ran over" said Mrs.
sayles, airily. 81 won't stay, since you're
all so busy"
And Mrs. Ford knew, as she ran down
stairs, that the Dryers and the Bidwells
at least would know the state of affairs
within half an hour.
"You are basting those darts too high,
Miss Stowe" said Mrs. Ford, sharply.
And Miss Stowe, who was basting the
darts exactly right, flushed and raised
wondering eyes.
"And | never have my collars so high
-" Mrs. Ford stopped. "What is that9"
she cried, nervously.
1t was sound of feet on the porch;
feet and shrill young voices and sobs in a
terrified little voice that Mrs. Ford knew.
"It's Robl" she cried, flying down
stairs.
1t was Rob in the arms of the Beldens'
gardener, and the three small Beldens
were close behind and all talking to-
gether, rather enjoyingly than otherwise.
Gle fell out of the hammock" seWe
was swinging him, you know, awful
hard" "And you ought to heard him
holler." "And 1 guess he's broke his
leg; he came down awful hard"
Mrs. Ford gathered her boy into her
arms.
''Go home, you little wretches!' she
sobbed, Historically. "Oh, nv babyl
And l didn't watch him-I didn't know
where he wasl Is the leg broken?" she
demanded, wildly, of Miss Stowe, who
had come down with jim and stood be-
side her.
cru see," said Miss Stowe.
1t did not seem odd to Mrs. Ford that
she said it, and she was not astonished
when the pretty dressmaker took Rob into
her own arms and laid him on sofa.
She watched her dazedly, wringing her
hands. Miss Stowe rolled down the small
black stockings and leaned over them.
"There isn't anything broken" she
a1d, TREMENDOUSLY; 'but the right leg is
iislocated at the knee. The sooner It is
let the better, and I think, Mrs. Ford, if
7ou will let me, can do it"
The color was gone from her cheeks;
'ut she held Rob's hands firmly.
"Let you," cried Mrs. Ford. ooh, if
rou camp |,
ut will hurt" said the dressmaker;
but only minute"
And she gave asudden, quick, strong {
ERIK to Rob's leg; and then sat down {
lutte pale and faint, while the little boy
ried on his mothers arm. {
81 never did it BEFORE" she said ssbut ,
We seen it done, and 1 think I did it 8
light. The doctor will know" ,
Mrs. Ford went up stairs an hour later. S
I'm was already there, watching Miss c
towe make buttonholes. i
Chow could you do it?" Mrs. Ford
RED, with eyes yet fearful. 1.-THE doc !,
Or says you did it right, and he couldn't
ave done it better, and Rob will only :,
ave to keep still a little to get it we'll. ;
III, l am so thankful, my dear grill !
Where did you learn ita" :
"My Grandfather Gorham was doc {
Dr., said Miss Stowe, quietly overcast ;,
,g; "and l used to drive about with him, .
nd l saw him set dislocated limbs two =
three times. 1t is simple enough :
1st a jerk. was sure could do it; but /
made me faint"
"Gorhams" said Mrs. Ford, forgetting /,
islocations. "My grandfather was a
orham. / wonder if it's the same q
'milys What was his name2"
"Andrew," said the dressmaker
"And my grandfather had a cousin y
ndrew,' cried Mrs. Ford, Gin" =
Fairfield, " said Miss Stowe, smiling. I,
''Yes, Fairfield" said Mrs. Ford, ex-
ltantly; and the lions in the centres of 81
he coats-of arms, still visible to her men :.
] gaze, assumed a meek and vanquished II
len. "Why, we're cousinsl" p
"Were cousins" said jim, and shook
ISIS Stoves hand with an ardor dispro- 81
to the degree of kinship. p
n - I'll
eyes, she is a pretty girl" said Mrs. al
ord, wheeling Rob about the lawn a cl
eek after the accident in his discarded el
lby carriage, and pausing to talk to Sc
rs Sayles over the fence. "She's lovely II
I'd so sweet tempered and bright And Ii
u were right about jim, too. He is in a
We with her already--dreadfully He O.
Id me so. And of course she likes him. Of
ow can she help it, And they're to be OF
arried. She never encouraged Paul
litter at all, do you know2 She disliked
m from the first. asked her. And
} you know that her mother was Cor s