The Dalles daily chronicle. [volume] (The Dalles, Or.) 1890-1948, 1891-08-06
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1t was the second Sunday, Just before
dinner time-her dinner time-and she
was in the window as usual But she
had on new dress, and to save her she
couldn't sit still in her chair more than
thirty seconds at time All of q sud
den she clapped her hands, and gave
little jump and kissed her hand to
somebody we couldn't see. and ran from
the window And then a manly young
fellow went striding across the street
and ran up the steps The front door
blew open with bang and Over-the-
Way had him by the arm and was drag
ging him inside in second Then she
let go of him in hurry and ran in
quicker than she came out. If she hadn't
she'd have been kissed right there ON
the front porch in plain sight of every
body
We knew they'd show up in the big
bay window soouer or later, and. sure
enough, just after dinner they came
into sight. She was clinging to his arm
and just dancing on her toes. she was so
happy; and Just as she WAS right in the
midst of telling him how fine it all was
she discovered us at the windows. We
could almost see her blush clear across
the street, and her young husband
Strengthened up and looked daggers
But John Berry rose to the occasion
nobly He had his overcoat and hat on
he was just going out-and he took off
his hat and made a now respectful and
friendly like, as much as to say, Were
glad to see you, SIR And we women
clapped our hands and smiled. as much
as to say, We're glad he's come at last.
And then Over-the- Way and her hus-
band saw it was all right and they
smiled and bowed, Over-the Way patted
him on the arm as much as to say,
Here he is; isn't he nicer? And the
young husband put his arm around
Over-the- Way and gave her a little hug
right before our eyes, as much as to say.
''Its all right now; I'll make up for lost
time" And then we came away from
the windows
Young Mr.. Over-the- Wayne found
afterward that in public life he was a
travelling salesman for big drug firm
stayed three days. Then he went away.
And Over-the- Way went up into her bay
window and bravely kissed her hand to
him till he turned the corner. Then she
dropped down into her big armchair and
turned its broad back to us.
He was gone two weeks, and they
were long weeks for Over-the- Way. But
everything human has an end and he
came back at last. Well, it was the
same thing over again. Only he stayed
but one day. Then he was gone ten
days Next time it was week, and af-
ter that it was every Sunday when we
sat down to breakfast we found them to,
gether in the big bay window. But Sun
days are invariably followed by Mon
days, and poor Over-the- Way had hard
work enough to lay in happiness enough
in one day to last her six. Still. from
Monday morning to Wednesday night
she lived on remembrance, and from
Thursday morning to Saturday night on
anticipation. so she got along pretty well
But one day, after six or seven months
of this alternate sunshine and shadow
the clouds settled down in earnest over
the little cottage He came home in the
middle of the week. and Over-the- Way
met him at the door with a scared face
The next morning he left with big
trunk. He had his hat down over his
eyes and never looked back at the bay
window He knew Over-the- Way wasn't
there to kiss her hand to him. We
didn't see her at all that day, for by an6
by Aunt Amanda came and pulled dowI
the shades
He had been ordered off on a three
months trip to South America, and John
Berry said reciprocity" or some sucI
thing was the cause of it. | know W,
women all hated it, whatever it was.
Over-the-Way came back to her bou
doir after while. but she didn't seen
to be quite the same old Over-the- Way
She got letters, but they didn't com,
every day now Sometimes we fairl,
hated the postman-just as if it was hi
faultl But when she did get one-why
> we could tell block off when the post
man had letter by the way he walked
a By and by Over-the- Way had broad
, comfortable lounge put in her window
and deserted her armchair for it. Their,
, she would lie for hours reading or look
ing idly out of the window And jim
! Gray said one day that he hoped Over
, the-Way wasn't going to grieve hersel
into decline. If she didn't chirk N
' pretty soon he believed he'd get her hus
bands address and write to him to throw
up his job and come home. And Harr,
/ Roberts said that may be Over-the- Wa,
, wasn't SO much better than every othe
r woman after all. and liked to lie aroun,
! in loose gown and read novels just lik
! the rest of them. Nobody said word
r and the next day Harry Roberts toll
: Mrs. Smith that he guessed he'd leave a
! the end of the week. and he did.
But Jim Gray didn't write. for Over
: the Way did chirk up right away. Sh
e got an industrious streak all of suddel
J., and sat in her big armchair and cut an
s basted and sewed until Jim said he wa
n afraid she was getting vain and thinkin
i too much of her clothing for such ser
r sible young woman. Then he discovere
K that all her sewing was white, and b