New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1891-11-22

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II only had notion began Mrs. futile.
Then she stopped. She looked with pitcons
entreaty at her daughter. "Childie,' she
said. using word she had hardly spoken since
the girl was grown. "Ain't you goin to tell
mdther what ais you? Amt you goin' to tell her
| why you hadn't ought to married p
what good will it do to talk about it ?" en-
claimed Rowena with sudden passionate ring in
her voice Nothing can be helped now. Moth
ing; the thing is done"
She turned away. But she came back instantly
LET me sleep with you, mother know Sa-
rah Kimball has my old room. suppose the snow
is sitting in between the shingles of the roof on to
the boys bed. Listen to me, mother" taking
both her mothers hands. II give you my solemn
word that Keats is TO blame for nothing Some
time when l am in the mood, / will talk. But
there is so little to tell-nothing 1t is only some
thing TO feel"
There was at this moment sound overheard.
Then a voice cried out
Mar! Roweny Amt you gone to bed yet ?
Are you settn up for them trunks?' 1t was
the voice of Sarah Kimba on the stairway
She assured that one was sitting up
for " them trunks" She then announced that it
showing; that there were awful drifts"
| already in the boys room and that now no mortal
knew when them trunks" would come.
Sarah Kimball." shouted the girls mother
with authority. You 60 to bed You'll git
your deather cold standin' on that stairway in
your night-gownd."
There was then heard the trip of bare feet Oh
the bare boards of the stairs, and the two below
We're aware that Sarah Kimball had obeyed her
mothers command
She's good deal like child, and yet she
amt child,' remarked Mrs Tuttle. as if in de-
fence of the girl She's drctful vain. I'm sorry
Ill n1o,oc NJ
hope you've brought her little somethin'-it'll
please her So"
In half an hour more the old house was silent.
save for the responsive creal,s and cracking it
gave when blast of wind came heavily upon il.
Mother and daughter were lying side by side In
the small bedroom. The younger woman was al
ready fast asleep. But the older one was think
ing, thinking. Her heart was sore with grief
and with anxiety. She could not yield TO sleep
as youth can do. She asking herself q
Thousand questions
How long would Rowena stay? Would she he
contented? Would she paint? What were her
plans? . Then she tried to think that Keats
Bradford was an angel yet of this EARTH but still
an angel But when she came to this part of her
musings she whispered violently,
lie amt. / know he amt"
Her thoughts drifted into plans for preparing n
room for her newly arrived daughter. She should
have the parlor: they didn't use it much. The
ar-tight-here her thoughts at last began to grow
indstinct. But, as she would have said, she only
caught cat-naps all night" When she did Steep
she dreamed of seeing Mr.. Bradford with long
white wings growing from his shoulders. And
in her dreams she said they were not real wings.
but something he had put on.
Perhaps the terrier Marmaduke passed pleas
ant and reposeful a night any person under
that roof. He curled up Oh the cushion OF the
rocker by the stove. When at last the room grew
quite cold he left his cushion and walked into the
bedroom. lie jumped on the bed and established
himself on the pillow, pressed up against Rowenas
head. But before he went to sleep he put his |
nose and kissed his MISTRESS cheek. There |
was this popularity about this Yorkshire: Every |
thing he did was dolc with an easy assumption
of perfect right 20 do it, And when lorkshircs |
or human beings can do things in that way they |
generally not only escape rcproof, but sue |
cessful
The storm continued to howl and drift and sift |
into cracks. Sometimes, when there greater |
racket than usual, MarmaduSc would lift his head |
and growl. The storm, however, went on, not |
withstandng this growl.
1t was currently understood in the neighborhood |
that since his fathers death Nathan Henry Tut |
tie had made the kitchen fire in the morning |
That is. the Tuttles believed it understood
anu IOOk ElPdt uttl VI pains 10 uiSotfuludlt TIC
belief Nate Hen, his brother called him, was
going fourteen. Old enough and big enough |
TO be great help, everybody said. Ills mother
immediately took the stand that he was great
help She was often saying, apropos of nothing.
that she didn't know what they should do without
Nathan Henry, now his father was gone. il must
be said that, though the boy was very dear To
his mothers heart, he was not generally dear to
the people living in the vicinity. Eunice Warmers
mother thought to express the universal scnti-
ment regarding him when she made the statement
that the oldest Tuttle boy was nothin' but a great
lazy lummOX."
And no one believed that he really made the |
fire in the morning, although no one could prove
that he did not Marthy S. had often thought
that if she could ever stay over night at the Tut
ties in her capacity dressmaicr she would |
find out about that frc-making business" But |
she had had no opportunity
Mrs Tuttle had even tod Rowena when the lat
ter had been getting kndlings ready that shed |
no need TO Nathan would tend TO that
1t was still very dark in the early winter morn
ing when Rowena heard her mothers voice some
where calling:
Nathan Henry Nathan, I say"
At first she thought she was dreaming, and that
her mother had come to Paris to visit her. Then
she heard:
Most o'clock, Nathan"
She was now wide awake How cold the sheet
as it touched her face Her breath had frozen
upon it. She slvered and thrust her head down
under the clothes. Marmaduke whined and now
pushed himself Yet nearer. The wind was still
rushing against the walls of the house from the
northeast She could hear the indlstinct sound
which the snow made as il came upon the windows.
Rowena wondered how she used TO bear the
cold and the Inconvenience here: she was sure
she had thought nothing of them
Her mother came back with lamp in her
hand. She had thrust her feet into shoes and
lad put shawl over her shoulders. She began
TO dress, shivering she did