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

Dunno as I can help you any.
Mrs Doble." he said. ''but feel for
you"
Thanh you she gasped; Il was
SO afraid lhe'd marry him. talked
to her. She didn't answer back; she
never does"
We'll, the best you can hope now
is that she will. " said the farmer.
He walked home with her across
the road and saw her seated in her
rocking chair
The biscuits were black Goals in the
oven, tho tea-kettle had boiled dry.
and the bottom. q fiery red mass. had
dropped upon the stove. The cat was
drinking the milk. but for the first
time in her life Mrs. Doble took heed
Of nothing. Even on the dreadful day
OF her husbands death she had tidied
her room as usual-had seen that all
was in order. Now she sat where her
neighbor had placed her. fearless.
white. almost mOtionless. all night
long. In the morning neighbors
focked in and put her to bed and gave
her strong green tea and later the
postman brought a paper with the
marriage notice marked In blue pencil.
There she read:
ION the evening OF the - OF Octob-
err at the residence OF Rev. Samuel
Dove, Jefferson Larkin to Hannah
Jane. daughter Of the late John Doble,
all Of Strawville"
four duvs oftowur,cd, che ,.,os 49,
and ut her daily tasks again. She
never mentioned her daughter; no one
ever spoke OF her. People asked her
to tea often. thinking she must be
lonely. She always accepted their in
vitations. Whatever her feelings
were she locked them in her bosom.
and she folded the half finished muslin
gown away in the old chest of draw
ers and covered it with clean paper.
on which was sprinkled a layer of
dried lavender. and beside it she laid
the sleeve pattern.
Years altered nothing. Fifteen of
them were gone, when one afternoon
she stood at the table ironing her linen
duster with slow thuds and singing
softly in slow jerks between the
thumps; when can read my title
clear. She had just turned the
duster and Was pressing the collar as
she droned the words: 10 mansions
-in"--when the door behind her
opened and a woman. thin and worn,
and dressed in shabby Widows mourn
ing. entered the door. She carried in
her hand q little parcel and walking
softly to the ironing table laid it down
before Mrs. Doble.
There Is the muslin, ma" she said.
MRS. Coots wouldn't take the change.
Said she'd made a mistake. her eyes
being poor. Here it is"
She placed . dime and q 5-cent
piece beside the parcel and waited.
both hands in black cotton gloves,
through which the nails were visible
upon the table.
She's given good measure this
time Hannah Jane" she said. Poor
Priscilly always meant we'll. Mr..
Coots is married again. It's most
blindman's holiday; but guess l can
see to cut them sleeves"
She had opened the drawer, aud the
fragrance Of dried lavendar filed the
room. and tho blue muslin saw the
light again. She spread out the new
piece upon the table and pinned the
pattern to It.
1--WE might as we'll make it up. tor
spring will be here before We know
it" Mrs. Doble went on; land you
hadn't orter wear weeds for anybody
that has treated you a. bad as jeff
Larkin did-all the Larkins always
did. ! know just how it has been. Do
you hear me- Hannaho'
Eyes ma, hear" said Hannah
family, her voice broken by emotion.
The widow turned. She stood and
looked upon her daughter. and saw In
her fair face whence the pretty pink
had flown. in the blue eyes that had
lost all their sunshine. all tho woe of
wretched years Of neglect and i'll
usage all the hopeless longing for
home and mother; and Hannah, as she
gazed upon the f,,rrowed cheeks. upon
the forehead. where the wrinkles ran
one above the other to meet tho white
hair. know that age had not done this
work alone, but that anguish. sharper
than the serpent's tooth" that 1T is to
have a thankless child" understood
for tho first time what it was that she
had done to her mother, and with
wild cry stretched out her arms as a
frightened babe might from its cradle
The next instant these two cold New
England women were in each other,
arms. claspfhg and cling,ng IA they
had never done before. They never
spoke ono word but only wept upon
each others bosons a. though they
would dissolve in tears in this sudden
rush and overflow of the nt-uv emo
ions OF lifetime Mary Kyle Dallas
IN the Chicago Herald.
The 1bevil's knell.
Among the famous bells OF Dews-
burg, YORKSHIRE England. 10 one
known aS ..Rlactr Tom 0f SOothill ~