The Roanoke times. [volume] (Roanoke, Va.) 1890-1895, 1893-11-17
daddy suppose we've got to make

daddy, I suppose we've got to make
another pile"
Old Man looked relieved Yves, Sa-
manthy," he repeated feebly, Its all
gone All gone didn't ought to
send for you, but know you wouldn't
go back on me-"
His eyes blinked uneasily in the
lamplight Samantha pressed her ripe
red lips to Old Mans careworn brow.
You bein' a schollard an lady, so
to speak, 1 was sorter afraid you'd go
back on me-" Old Man fee bly, continued.
Samantha made no answer, but
looked round for his pipe. She filled
it, put it into his hand, and brought
him light Smoke" she said i'm.
periously, and Old Man smoked, as if
Samantha's act blotted out the past
Long after Samantha had gone to
bed, she could see the glowing bowl of
Old Mans pipe through n chink in her
door. When she awolSe in the grey
morning, it still burnt steadily Poor
daddy" the girl murmured, and fell
asleep again.
When She awolke for the second time,
there was Il knock at the door, and
Old Man entered, teacupi in hand. She
OWNED that he was anxious she should
not miss any OF the luxuries to which
she had been accustomed in Montreal
and was, therefore. acting as lady's
maid for the occasion.
go away, daddy" said said. "Pn
come and get breakfast for you You
shan't wait on me like this"
II disrember," said Old Man, apollo
getically balancing the pewter spoon
on the edge of the saucer, II disre.
member, Samanthy, whether it's two
Jumps of sugar or one"
CHAPTER IL
Samantha awoke the next morning
only to find that there was every pros
pect of being showed up She ru bbed
away the frosty mantle from one of
the window-panes and looked out into
a whirling world of snow. The pines
had lost all shape; huge clusters of
snow lodged on the wide-spreading
branches until they became one vast
white mass; the air was thick with
snow; the water in her basin had be-
come lump OF solid ice
With a sigh Samantha performed a
hasty toilet Outside the door she
found jug of water which wasn't
frozen. Old Man had laid the cloth for
breakfast Something sizzled under
plate on the top Of the stove, and Sa-
mantha relied that whilst she had
been dreaming of the cookery of the
future, Old Man had laboriously pre-
pared specimens of his own for present
use. But where was he?
Pinned on the rough tablecloth, she
noticed n piece of paper which had
evidently commenced it's career in a
grocery store. On it were few words
in Old Mans irresolute handwriting.
The point of the pencil had stuck in
many places
I'm goin' down Town to sea a man
an doant expect to git back till night
Jest make yourself comfortable fxin'
up things Thar's Captin Cooks
wages in my bunk if you want to
read. OLD MAN"
Samantha stood twirling the paper
in her fingers, and wondered how She
was to get through the day. With re-
gard to Captain Cooks voy ages, she
preferred to leave them in the recess
which Old Man called his bunk
The first preliminary step was to eat
her break fast. Old Man had left be.
hind him rude but plentiful repast.
AS Samantha sat at the ia BILE memoir
les of past triumphs began to come
back to her. Hadn't she made corn
bread and biscuits and waf1les and por-
ridge in the days before she had be-
come civilized? She would venture on
q pie for dinner-a pie which should
make Old Man ''sit up" in astonish-
ment. whatever might be it's ultimate
effects in the night watches
After breakfast Samantha covered
the nakedness of the pine table with a
brilliant travelling rug, unpacled her
things, put some logs in the stove, and
blithely set to work. utterly unmind-