The morning call., 1892-10-22
SUSY'O INVESTMENT.


even board floor, and Mrs. Ksbee looked
around with bewildered air as she came
In to get the breakfast
"Come, mother, make hastew shouted
old Kisbee. I've got to get out to the
wood lots bright and early this morning"
ayes, know, father" The old woman
stin stared around her. 81 can't think
what makes the room look SO queer. Oh, i
knowI Father, you've torn those morning
glory vines away from the window"
"Of course l have" said he. Dried up
old truck. keepin' out the light and air.
What use were theyY'
"But there were lots O. flowers and buds
on 'em yet, father. And in that sheltered
spot the frost wouldn't hev touched for q
week to come"
"Mornin' glories don't amount to nOthiu',"
snarled Kisbee. Besides. I'm goin' to hev
load dumped there to-day. It's handy
place for the wood-pile."
"Fatherw
"Pm- goin'-to-hev-a -o'-wood
-dumped-here-to-da Don't l speak
loud enough ?"
But father. you always said you was
goin' TO build kitchen out there.
Il never said nothin' of the sort!'
81 want Kitchen" pleaded the poor old
woman.
THAT'S horse of another color" sneered
the old man.
Aud when we were first married you
promised me"
81 dare say pro missed good many fool
ish things then. There's some promises
better broken than kept" phLosophlesHy
observed Luke. Ill.
has settled, and the ceiling has teli-and l
caIculatin' to hev it fixed up and put
nv bed here, when the new kItcnen was
built. railways makes me feel 50 dreadful
cbeaD when the sewing society meets mere
to hev our bed s-stsndn IN Tue parloI, no
matter how handsome the PATCHWORK is.
Luke vii ed his hands on the Toller-toWel.
''Wer. you've stood it thirty years, said
be, AN 7 guess you can aana IL little
while longer"
"Do you mean, father, that l ain't to have
the new kitchen after eli p
"Thats exactly what l do mean.
Mrs. Kisbee said no more, but the slow,
bitter tears of old age tTckled down her
cheeks as she lighted the IRE, brought
pail OF drinking water from the spring and
began to fry the ham and eggs III little
skillet.
81 must have been awful wicked" thought
the DOor old woman. for I've most made
al idol O. that new kitchen. an thought so
much about the best room with no bed in It'll
An now I'm punlShedI
Her son George came over that afternoon
from Farley's Mills, where he was tore
man in great shirt factory.
"M0ther" said be. i've got something
to tell you. I'm engaged to marry SuSy
Stopf0Td. Why. mother, what's the matter
What are you crying about? thought you
be so pleased?
"IFs Jest like all the rest o. the luck r' SOB
bed poor ola Mrs. Kisbee. Fathers been
an tore down all my mOTnin' glory vines,
an l amt goin' to hev any new kitchen
after all these years, and now my only son
has Sot engaged TO one of the Shepherds
that wasn't never friends with our folks
But mother, laughingly pleaded George,
these are not the days OF Montague anC
Capulet feuds."
Il dUn'tknow what you're talkin' about, -
said Mrs. kisbee, who was not student OF
the immortal Shakespeare. but l always
despised them StOpfords. An Susan, she's
story writer, am told, as she goes about
with her fingers all inky, and don't help
none at all with the homework.
"But mother she hires a girl to assist her
aunt with the money she earns. She's the
best and sweetest girl in the world. When
may l bring her to see youP"
81 don't want to see her at all" said the
old woman, ENORMOUSLY. And then she
broke down again, crying.
George want away much perturbed in
spirit de had never seen his mother so
beart-brOken before.
81 don't know what she'll say" thought
he, when she hears that fathers made up
his mind to sell the old place. It's too had
Of bin. But father never treated mother
half decent"
Susy Stopford was at the window when
young Kisbee came back. She ran out to
meet him, her bright hair blowing in the
winds. her red lips apart.
well. GeoTge?" she cried.
81 don't know what TO say to you, Susy,"
he heCan I'd Ruf
she"
''She doesn't Ike me, George knew
that before. There was some old trouble
between her mother and Grandfather Stop
ford. She Tilted him, or he threw her over,
never quite understood which. But fully
intend to make her like me-"
81 am afraid she wont giYeyou the chance,
Susy"
The girl sat down on the doorstep and
rested her chin on her hand. George leaned
against the door and caressed one OF her
tTuant tresses as Il 1t was living thing"
Tell me all about il. George" she said
George told her. 1t was such a new,
strange delight to have her TO confde every
thing 10.
II only wish 1 was rlch," said he. Il
would buy the place myself, and I'd build
that kitchen the poor old soul so longs for,
and porch ia front to train morning glory
vines on"
Susy looked thoughtful.
who buys it?" she asked.
Doctor Trevor"
What does he pay?"
Twelve hundred dollars. 1t isn't a very
big price, but the land is sterile and the
house is old. Poor motherl 1t will break
her heart, | fear, to leave it."
Susy suddenly lifted her bright eyes tc
her lovers face
George" she said. 81 can't give you up
not even to your mother"
''Susy, my darlingp
but this | will do-Pll make her like me
yet-see II l don'tw
The girl jumped up and ran sobbing into
the house She ceald not resume her writ
ing again, though the manuscript of a half
finished story lay on the table in her COW
sanctum.
She got out her handbook and studied It
lot Whliei then she brought in a shallow
box and adjusted it in the sunniest no"k of
the kitchen easement.
La me, Susan, what are you doing?"
asked Aunt PAMELA, who was cutting mn
pumpkins for pies. "Plantin' morning
glory seeds at this time O. year. Be you
gone eraZy"
IL thought | should like to have some
plants ready for blossoming the first thing
In the spring." said Susan coloring little.
Mrs. kisbee's poor old face grew very
Hnlte and drawn when she heard that her
hasoand mad sold the old place, but she
signed the deed without a word of remons-
trance.
Its late 10 the day for me to oppose
Luke's will" said she. But one thing
know-Im too old a tree to bear transplant
Ing. When l leave the old house where |
was born, | shall leave 1t in coffin. Father,
ne goln 20 put his money into Western
land Speculation that Squire divers SO
full Of, and it will be scattered like autumn
leaves. Oh, dear-oh, dearP'
AND after that she went about her house
noi0 tasks Ia spiritless way, as If she were
walking in dream.
george" she said to her son one day,
when hn stopped iE 70 see her. 'sDr. Trevor.
he's bullfin' on the prettIest wing Won
ever see. he said he hoped it wouldn't dis
turb me none. but they was in hurry with
the alterations"
You don't mind 1t. do you, mother?"
head SADLY ~ oA"J