Cottonwood report. [volume] (Cottonwood, Idaho) 1893-1901, 1893-05-19

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matters were" said my apnti@I
wish ] had indeed, and Nancy
Sorr might have met one person
not afraid Of her sharp tongue or
her Fidiculous cant. Ep on with
the reading, Corinth, | am losing
my temper
I returned to the manuscript,
"Why is it that ! cannot find
in my Bible any Of the verses
which used TO make me shiver
with dread when Aunt Nancy
repeated them2 l used to dislike
the Bible but dear Mrs. Decker
has taught me to see it's beauties
and find in it great comfort. |
used to suffer and suffer and long
to die, but I am learning better
now, and ] might even like to
live by and by-vif-but my story
must be written,
| was happier in school than
anywhere in the world, but not
quite happy there either, for the
girls made sport Of the old fash
Toned dresses wore and made
disagreeable remarks ABOUT my
being faVorite with the teach
ers. ! stood high in all my
classes, and that pleased dear
Harry so much. When our ex-
aminations We're over and |
showed him my percentage, he
would hug me and say, oh yen
dear little Dimp, / shall be aw-
fully proud Of you one Of these
/ days. and then he would race off
to tell Bos, his chum, about it.
/ used to think he was nearly as
much pleased as dear Harry, for
he always said aome pleasant
thing about it in a very quiet
way, he was always more quiet
than Harry ! think, but very
good and kind to me,
Sometimes Harry would say.
'Dimp, darling, your composition
would do credit to any fellow in
my class; you are genius, dear
and no mistake Harry was
such comfort always. Father
seemed to care only for his books
his bees, his garden and hi
flowers, and al the rest he left
to Aunt Nancy but Harry anf
] were real lovers and friends
and now my Harry either passes
by this house or comes in for {
few moments and talks like {
stranger, long to put my ARM
about his neck and tell him al
that has happened, to ask him !
he could blame his poor it'll
Dimp if he knew all, but / hav'
no opportunity. He COMES witt
papa and sits on one side of tn
room and talks OF his college an,
| the boys and how we'll Bo
stands, but he never utters on
: word of the old days, or the oil
home, or Aunt Nancy. Oh
J Harry, my darling, my lovin
brother, will you never put you
: arms about me again and tel
: me you are proud of me? VIII
t you never know that ] trembl
when you come and weep whe
E you go? Once he came when
was i'll; can / ever forget it
: Papa was here and Mrs. Deckel
6 and Harry leaned over my phi
o low and kissed me, not once bu
Is several times; and then left tn
y house without a word.
r What does he think? Whs
i can he--My dear Harry, M
precious big brother. If / coul
:, see Bos. ! might tell him som
d things for Harry's sake; but b
It never comes now; lie shuns m
d too, 30 Aunt Nancy said, and /
b will never know the truth.
If wish he might; he was so quiz
y and calm, think he would III
rs derstand and would not thin
d me so very wrong; but he is
II fine young gentleman, and l
y longer my friend, only Harry
Ie and Aunt Nancy tells me ]
% would scorn me. He need nc
n My heart tells me / deserve a
IS the kindness l ever had al
y more, for now"
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