Lewiston teller. [volume] (Lewiston, North Idaho) 1878-1900, 1891-11-05
TWO YANKEE WOMEN.

IWO / ANhEE WONENs
you might just as we'll as not give
is up at once. Hannah Doble." the
widow Doble said, jerking out her
words between the thumps OF the sad
iron with which she was ironing q
linen ulster JEFF Larkin amt no
sort of steddy company fur my darter,
and the iron came down with an ex-
tra crash, and the widow lifted it with
in an inch OF her cheek. and deciding
that it WIS too cool for further use
carried 1t TO the stove and took up an
other
Meanwhile Hannah steadily bent
hor he0d over the sewing machine at
which she sat. and said nothing.
you are paying attention to me.
Hannah Jane Doble?" queried the
mother.
Yes, mother. hear. said Hannah.
Mrs. DOble felt that this was all that
vas necessary. Her word was law.
and Hannah never answered back.
If ! didn't forget" said Mrs. Do
bla Il can't cut two sleeves out OF
what is left Of the pattern. nohow, and
seeiu' it's blindman's holiday you
might as we'll take the time to run to
the store and get yard or two more.
/ dunno whether to tell you to tell
Priscilly Coots that she gave me short
measure or not. Ell was goin' my
self I'd do 1t sure, but bein' you air
young dunno rs 0rter tell you to
sass an elderly person but you might
kinder look 80. and it would not be no
harm il you said that usually twelve
good yards made you muslin dress
You heard what I said Hannah
Jane" quoried the widow.
Yes, ma, heard" said Hannah,
and went to the door. There she
stood quite still for a moment, then
came back. bent over her mother and
kissed her.
Kissing was an unusual proceeding
in that household but this was an un-
usual occasion perhaps and the wild
ow patted the girls soft. pink cheek
and held her slim hand a moment.
You know its only for your good,
Hannah Jane" she said gently. Il
wouldn't want you.to have to bear what
some does. / knowed JEFF Larkin's
pa and his uncle. He takes after
them two men like peas in pod take
after each other He amt At for a
good gal like you. Hannah Jane Do
ble."
The widow went to the window and
watched her daughter out OF sight.
Despite the typical Now England cold
ness Of her manner. she loved that
slim. pretty. pink and white girl OF
hers devotedly. and 1t was no caprice
that made her roughen the course Of
what In Hannah's case was certainly
true love.
Then she began to set the tea-table.
IN get out some plum Sass" she
said, talking to herself. and dunno
but we might as we'll eat up the pound
cake Hannah ID . favorite Of sweets. !"
She hustled about, making the meal
a. tempting a. possible. forgetting the
old days OF her girlhood. when little
tiff with young John Doble could take
away hor appetite, thinking to make
Hannah Jane happy with plum pre-
serves and pound cake. It grew dark
and she lighted the lamp. but she did
not draw down the shade. It seemed
10 her that it would be more cheerful
for Hannah, coming up the lane. to
$50 the warm glow from the keeping
room window. Hannah stayed longer
than sho thought she would.
She's stopped somewh here or other,
/ suppose, " she said. but that amt
like my Hannah Jane. neither"
Out aAe hurried into the garden,
fearing - leave the gate lest the
girl should come homo while she was
away. Eat No . o'clock bell rang out
and saN $40 stood there chilled
through aad through but most OF all
cold a. heart
j She had gono down to tho village by
the cross roads; she had called her
daug0ts1's naxae over and over again,
always to the gate, always
pccpiAG Snto the window to see II Han
nah had returned. Now she bethought
her Of . nClgeb0r who would help her
hunt Tor Hannah had men and
dogs and lanterns ut command. The
awful stories told of girls found muir
dered In lonely places were making.
tho poor woman i'll with terror and
oil she weut again.
The clock was striking ton; the
farmer WAS making the last rounds of
stable ana yard with his little son at
his h0elR
"HSlion Mrs. Dobler' he cried.
s.Nothing wrdagr"
Yea" she answered grim and gray
In her mortal anguish. .'Yes. Hannah
ia missing-my Hannah-scnce 5 D.
anyway. She'd been
10 the stose-rm thinkin' OF trampS.
Good Lud" cried the farmer. oh
| hope not Mrs. Doble--I hope notr'
Nothing Is the matter Mrs. Do
baa cried the boy at his fathers side.
Mics Hannah has gone on the cars.
I saw her at the depot She was
along With Jeff Larxin. Seven o'clock
train they took. She had quite siz-
able bag. for saw her get it from the
baggagenaster. like he'd been keeping
Il for her."