The Opelousas courier., 1892-07-23


spnnJ cheers for the verandy, an SUCH d
pretty kitchen set, with new crockery
complete. Mis- Trevor III be a happy
AS his wife came up to him, ne
denly turned around.
"Mother,' y said he, 81 mays well tell
you now as ever. That Western prop
erty's turned out bad. There WANT no
good title, it seems"
can you've lost it all2'
"Yes, I've lost every cent? Ev-e-ry
cent?
Mrs. Kisbee did not answer him. Her
attention was apparently concentrated on
something else.
"Father," said she, sswhat's them
under the window? Mornin' -gloriesl
This time O year2 Why, the apples
amt fairly in bloom yet, and here the
mornin'- glories Is four feet high, and
trained on strings a'readyt Who's that
woman down there; workin' around the
roots2 Transplantin' them from d
wooden box, true's I livet Why
-its-Susan StopfordI And there's
George liftin' another box of 'em outen
a wagonl Well, | declared
She opened the window and called,
excitedly:
george! George! Susan! Don't put
all them vines into the ground. Save
one in a little fower-pot for me, when /
go-to the poorhousel"
Susy Stopford laid down her trowel.
ttMrs. Kisbee-mother2" said she, in
a voice so full of tender sympathy that
the old woman inVoluntarily held out
her hands to her.
"Mother," interrupted George, s'let
me tell the story. Right here, among
the morning-glory vines, under the
window. This is your birthday, moth
er. You're seventy years old to-day.
And here are the deeds of the old home
in my pocket, Susy's present to you,
mother. It's susy that has bought this
place and fitted it up just as we thought
you would like it. I've been helping
her, and Doctor Trevor was in the plot.
And here you are to live, like a queen
in her palace, to the end of your days"
Mrs. Kisbee's lip quivered-a flush
rose to her forehead.
81 never thought o. that, said she.
t'It amt a dream, is it3 But I-Iwon't
live here, Susy, unless you and George
will come here and live, too"
susy shook her sunshiny bead.
George must be near Farley's Mills"
said she. 'But wen come and spend
every Sunday with you, mother, if
you'll let u.s."
"If I'll let you'll"
Trembling all over, Mrs. Kisbee opened
the door and came out into the sweet
spring air.
"Won't you kiss me, susya" said she.
sI've been awful u1charitable in my
thoughts of you, but I'm willin' to take
'em all back now. II I'd only knoWed
you loved mornin' -glories as well as did,
I'd have felt different"
She clasped susy Stopford in her arms
with loving pressure that was more elo-
quent than words. The tears streamed
down her wrinkled face.
81 won't have to go to the poorhouse
now y said she. tAnd l shall take lots
of comfort in my beautiful new kitchen,
and I'll hev the sewing society to tea
next week, and let EN- see there amt n
occasion to hev a bed in my best room
now"
Neither were Georges and Susy's eyes
dry. And as for Luke Kisl,ee, he list
ened in silence,
at seems like I was sort @ left out in
the cold" said he, "But, after all, it
was I bargained away my birthright for
a lot o. wildcat Western land bonds. |
guess it's just as well the property be-
longs to mother now instead Of me-"
.'susy," said George, as they drove
home together, fare you satisfied with
your investment
And susy answered:
"More than satisfied
Night.
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