The evening call., 1893-06-14
MAN WAN1ED!

Phoebe, her needles flashing IN ana
out Of the blue yarn stocking she was
knitting.
Aunt Phpbe took great pride in
her yarn stockings, and truly never
saw her equal at knitting those old
fashioned foot coverings. Her bright
needles flew nimbly back and forth
and usually seemed to carry her NINA
back through the years, to the tlme
when she, like her hearers, was a
Young girl. and learnt to knit at her
mothers knee; and at such times sne
| told us many a story Of her own girl
lsh experience.
.sWhether I was worse or better
than other girls / don't know I'm
sure" continued Aunt Phoebe. "But
+ do remember that all manner or
rOmances and crotchets filled my
brain. | dearly loved to read those
wonderful, though impossible, stores
in which, by some sudden change Oh
the wheel Of fortune the poor nero
i0e was made suddenly wealthy, or
the despised hero did some great and
noble act which made all love and re-
spect him.
"My brain was SO filled with these
tales that / am afraid / Eecame just
A little dissatisfied with my own pro-
saic life. and longed for something to
happen which might be out OF tne
usual order Of things. In the books
; read the girls were always doing
something. while / lived on, and on,
with hardly an object in life
vunG during one
July haying that / become SO greatly
disgusted with my unevenTful lie
} that nv parents thought L must De
) i'll. I don't wonder at it tor | moped
about like a chicken with the pip
, and had no interest in anything that
usually occupied my attention.
, "'That child IS sick declared
mother. she is studying too hard
and forthwith / was taken out OF
4 school.
III did not mind this very much FOL
! \ II cave me more time to revel in my
d beloved, but to me, unhealthy story
4 books. / 40 not think | was lazy
/ GIRL. but mother would let me hell
!. her but little in the house and sem
"a me out into the sunlight OF those
long. pleasant days | never wen
without a book of some sort, ant
with one Of my faEOrites would clint
into the ,mow, and on the sweet
Y smelling hay that had just beer
N hronght up from the fields, woul(
read for hours together. OF course M
at malady became little better unde
m this treatment
.sOne forenoon, after the men ha'
1e all gone to the field, ] strolled out e
4 the barn intending to mount 10 m
nsual place on the NOV. The SIX,
was A beautiful blue, with here an
!, there hazy. lazy-moving cloud, an
III II, was an altogether enjoyable day
es The sparrows were twittering ean'
I's calling under the barn caves, and
" pair of bluebirds were flashing Dac
and forth in the sunlight.
n ,.I was almost tempted to go Tor
Y u walk instead Of climbing up amon
% the rafters: but / had a new boo
hidden under my apron, and 1t prom
ur ised to be most interesting StorN
q 90 / postponed nv walk until a1tel
q noon. Entering the great, COO
sw sweet-smelling barn carelassly Fl
nroached the ladder leading TO Ia
"a, lofts Just at the corner of the graz
ke chests a dark figure crouched IN Tn
shadow, and as | approached a ma
~ suddenly sprang out into the light.
4IHis unexpected appearance Stal
u tied me considerably; but l did nc
ole scream, although his looks were {
'us M means reassuring His elOthln
.ea was dirty and torn, and rougi
LII s+nhby beard covered his face partl
IN. hiding long, red scar on one cheek
D. His fare was pale and he walked wit
~, tlr 4 limp as though one leg-the rlgh
the one-was injured.
be He uttered terrible lmprecatlo
er when he saw me, and grasped ID
III wrist with grip that almost drew
!. cry of pain from me-. ,,
:. who are you?' he demanded
It's haorsalv what are you spying roun
&C. here for?:'
his .sWith all his fiercenesS coulo $
Ne was very weak, ana even as
smoke he staggered ana Woulu Id,
,on fallen had not the grain chest oee
III y, within reach.
m "yThis is nv fathers barn,
Piled, as calmly as possible, tnough
ere was greatly agitated.
9 a. "He was silent moment, panIli
with either fear or because OF ms
cent exerti0ns He let go Of my VIII
ne and we stood looking at each other
o ,,th full minute without moving. In'
the man spoke trst-
".Don't give me 10 to 'em, siss!
bIs NJ, he implored. nTwon't do you
lch good II yer does an I'll bless yer
long as live
HGiyc YOU up to whom?' | aske
6st M trying to choke back my emotion
ore "sTo the perlice, says he. 'Ihey,
aT+ar NJ hit I've give 'em the ST.