New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1890-08-24

8. Yes .

"Yes"
sitions, and the puppy slipped onto the floor and
Daily spoke again, but still with her head bent
on her hand
Ole It'd useter low as prayin' war nigh onter
bein' as no count cussin', she did,
The arm about Daily invoiuntarlly frightened,
said. as il to herself: But ole lid war horrid,
anyway" Then She made this remark
!" | reckon it's better ter pray nor It's to cuss.
Don't talk about cussin'," said Mrs Jacobs.
A very long Silence now came, during which
the widow CROPPED in vain for the right course
to take She was kecnly aware of the dearness
of the child within her arm, and She could not
be keeny aware Of anythhlng else IN any avail
into a very bad way. 1t almost seemed TO her
as if she were in danger of becoming shiftlesS.
She recalled how very severe she had always been
i'll her Judgment Of moihers who dld not suiii-
GENTLY discipline their children. She had always
said it was all nonsense TO spare the rod. She
had asserted that when YOU didn't know what to
do with a child then was the time to give it
taste of the birch. Her whole being shranlS with
horror from the thought Of whipping Daily.
Doubtless, though she had often and cruelty been
Hardly knowing that she spoke She exclaimed:
II wish you hadn't shct up Mis- Winslow."
Now Daily raised her head from her hand that
she might look at her friend
ii thought you didn't lurv her, she said.
Il don't"
Cant You Understand that you mustn't do
wrong to a person; even if you don't love 'em p
vehemently asked Mrs. Jacobs almost beside her
self MS 10 the best course to pursue
nv dog from me, said Daily.
But we've got to o see that we don't do wrong
against Mrs Mrs Jacobs and seemed to he thiqkips
ing She ANNOUNCED at last that she thought it
done that ole oman good ter. be shut urp, in
thar suler er spell An me an Morietta had thur
best kind of er time on thur sycamore"
Her face lighted as she said these last words
She always called the bicycle a sycamore and
could not seem TO remember the correct name
She was patiently corrested now for the twentieth
The sOnnd Of wheels was now heard in the
WHOA stand still, can't YEP"
The two in the spare chamber rose hurriedly
from their knees, Heavy boots were walking on
the oicloth of the kitchen and somebody said
"I's Mr. winslow." said Mrs Jacobs. She
pushed the child gently back into the room and
told her TO stay there till she was called. Then
she went slowly down stairs and greeted her
visitor rather solemnly.
The gentleman said he. guessed IT want
with while to Sc down: he couldn't stop or
Mute. He thought he'd run in, beins he was
Having said this he stood near the door and
seemed to wish he had not run in, even though
he were going by.
Mrs Jacobs asked him if he had had good luck
were all CROWN up with young willers as hers
were. He did not seem interested in young
willers,7 and his hostess, asked him no more
questions, but sat uneasily waiting, I'll Mr.
Wnslow abruptly burst forth with these words:
Pm mighty afraid that when she does find
out who done il she'll make pretty bad fuss
e" Not yet IT, when / got home las. night
found ID her locked in the sulleF. She couldn't git
In spite Of the best resolves in the world
thus spoke. Mrs Jacobs saw this smile, and he
knew she saw it, She raised her apron and
deliberately wiped her lips
81 thought I'd tell We, so We might be Kinder
prepared when il does come went on the kind
voice that Marietta Winsow found so comforting.
:" Pm reckonin on its bcn kinder tough. You
en- he thinkin' what We onghter do 'bout ~
Marietta told me the whole story. OF course 1t
was very wrong ter turn that sullcr door but
He shook bis head with deep seriousness.
Mrs. Jacobs asserted that il was very wrong.
Mr.. Wipslow turned toward the door
faint necessary ter said nothn' on the
subject" he remar led with great attempt AT
speaking in a casual manner. 1T won't take her
long ter find out. She's studyin' on il every
root of il. Praps you'll have 10 punish Daily
] guess III be goin'. You know 'ta't the first
thing Dally's done to her. Save some OF that
sweet corn for , SEED won't ye'- Mis- Jacobs
He pointed his whip at the patch Of sweet corn
near the houe Then he climber into his cart
the horses started the wind bnlged out his shirt
in the way annoying 10 his wife and so
worthy. in her opinion. of the interference of the
angel Gabriel.
Upstairs the hound puppy gave two or three
very Young sounding banks. Then the house
hold settled down into waiting until Mrs. Jacobs
could decide what n do in view Of Dalvs mis-
deed. and until Mrs. Winslow should find out
"who done it,