New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1890-08-17
THAT CAROLINY GAL.
MRS PETER wINSLOw SUSPECTS.


which Marietta experienced when she climbed the
wall where the milxweed was on her return to
imprisonment, after her afternoon with Daily and
the bicycle.
With each movement that she made she expected
to hear her mother or, worse still, to feel sharp
grin on her shoulder But all was quiet and
peacefuI about the farmhouse save the heart Of
the little girl who was slowly coming round 1t.
To her the very burdocks up under the wall
seemed to reprove her
,Taipt no fun to come home like this, she
whispered then she added, "but dio nave
good time
It was getting almost more than dusk. She
wondered if her father had come back she was
thankful that she heard nothing OF her mother,
but she was frightened at the strange Stiffness.
What had Daily done? Daily Seefheu 10 NC
capable Of doing great variety Of Things. anu
Daily had every reason not to love hrs' " ihSio"'
Marietta entered the bedroom by the window, as
she had left it. She felt as If she had peeh gone
n week. and was surprised that nothing in the
room had changed. She softly tried the door, ana
found it still locked.
How very still the house was There was
whip poor-will on the grindstone, and he kep1
giving forth his CALL late in the season as IL was
Marietta sat down on the bed and put her myers
In her ears so that she might not hear the plrd.
She kept them in for the space of about quarter
of a minute, and then surprised that the Dird
was still singing.
There was the sound of cart-wheels coming
down the hill She knew the trot Of the horses
and now she heard her fathers CHEEKY chnrup 10
his steeds.
She was so glad to hear it that she began 10
cry little Was supper ready?
When would things be natural againr
She waited breathlessly for the time to come
when she should hear her father at the Kitchen
door She knew precisely how long it would
take him 10 put the horses in their stalls. He
would have to milk by lantern-light tonight,
| and her mother would scold about that But
where was her mother? Daily had said She
"mout boiler but she had not done so.
At last. in desperation, Marietta resolved that
| she would slowly count hundred and il nothing
| had happened by the time she had finished, she
would again jump ont OF the window and see
| what discoveries she could make. just as she
said twenty seven" her fathers foot sounded in
| the woodhousc, and at the same moment her
| mothers voice cried in on imperative, but sub
| dued, way:
Peter Wnslow say, Peter!"
| The child heard her father excaim TO himself
Sakes alive What's up now?' then aloud :
| Where he yc?n
The answer came in unmistalable tones: 81
sh'd thii K you'd know nough to know where
| be- ANY other man d know quick nough, thout
| bein' told"
wall, you'll have ter tell me, for | can't
make out the response, good-naturedly.
Now Marietta heard n terrific banging n
door She thought she knew where il was. She
| felt as IL she were made up entirely Of astonished
| interest and surprise. And down ut the very
| bottom of her head was wondering admiration
Of the individual who had done this This was
n greater deed than putting china dishes in the
branch that they might wash themselves.
Pm down suler!" cried Mrs. Winslow. You're
pcsky fool not tor know that I've ben screamin'
n screamn TO Marietta, but she must sleep like
the dead. But then, she's locked in
Mr. Wnslow's heavy. muffed tread went across
! the floor Marietta entirely merged
into the one act of listening.
Il sh'd say YOU was locked up yersef," he
snid and Marietta knew he was turning the
heavy oak button which was on the kitchen
side of the cellardoor, and which was the only
fastening. and quite sufficient, too
Now by the sound of her mothers voice the
| child knew she had emerged from her impris-
onmcnt.
How in time --' began Mr.. Winslow, but
he stopped short.
Now, don't 90 TO actin s IL this was the
greatest thing you ever heard Of cried the hiah,
nsplng voice And you needn't laugh And il
you g and tell anybody outside er this place,
| I'll -"
The voice paused, inadequate.
| IL was impossible for Mr. Winslow 10 help
chuckling softly 10 himself But he tried 10
| lecome grave. He forcsaw Immediately that it
would bc good thing for him 10 say occasionally
| to his wife When you got shct up in the suller,
you know"
Now he inquired sympa'hetically how it hap
pened, and how long she'd ben there
She tried 10 he calm. She did not know where
70 wreak her anger. And she really believed it
was accident.
I've ben there quite a SPELL she answered.
81 only hope | shan't have the rheumatic TO pay
for it. | jest vent down with my butter. |
pose when shct TIE door behind me, the button
turned right on 10 It. I've ben waitin' for you
10 come home got tired hollcrin' to Marietta.
BESIDES, | locked her into tie bedroom for bein'
sassy | guess she went to sleep"
Mrs. WInSlow was quite mild. As she walked
| across the kitchen to the bedroom door she went
SO far as TO express sorrow that supper wasn't
ready, and thought they'd have 10 do with bread
and milk this time.
Marietta. behind that bedroom door, was, TO
| put it rather strongly, in trance of gratitude
] that things were turning ont this way.
She felt sure that Daily. waiting round outside
the house for chance To see her, had seen her
mother 20 dowa the cellar, and had promptly
and silently walked in and turned that button.
And she herself had gone of with Daily ,cfore
| Mrs. Wnslow was ready TO come up from the
| cellar
Marietta thought of Sunday-School story she
| had just read, where everything had worked TO-
| gether for good for two children because they
did not do wrong. Here was case that made
hcr almost thinS TINT Things Were lritc as Ilkcly