Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1893-12-14
SUSIE'S INVESTMENT.

the discolored ceiling, every nav IN tne
uneven board floor, and Mrs. klspee
| looked around with bewildered air "a
she came in to get the breakfast
"Come, mother, make hastelp shouted
| old Kisbee. I've rot to get out TO the
wood lots bright and early this morn
ing"
1Yes. / know, father" The old
woman still stared around her. can't
think what makes the room look SO queer.
Oh, knowi Father, you've torn those
morning. Tory vines away from the
window"
"Of course ! have" said he. "Dried
up old truck, keepin' out the light and
air. What use were they?"
But there were lots o. flowers and
buds on 'em yet, father. And in that
sheltered spot the frost wouldn't hev
touched for week to come"
" Mornin' glories don't amount to
nothin'," snarled Kisbee. Besides, Pm
goin' to hev a load dumped there to-day.
It's handy place for the woodpile."
+" Fatherl"
l'm-goin' Ito hey "a load o
wood-dumped- there-t dayl Don't
speak loud enough2"
" But, father, you always said you was
goin' to build kitchen out there"
never said nothin' of the sort"
81 want Kitchen" pleaded the poor
old woman.
"That's a horse Of another color"
sneered the old man.
"And when we were first married you
promised me"
81 dare say ! promised a good many
foolish things then. There's some prom
Uses better broken than kept" phil
osophically observed Luke.
"And this old room is damp, and the
walls has settled, and the ceiling has fell
and l calculatin' to hev 1t fixed up and
put my bed here when the new kitchen
was built. 1t always makes me feel so
dreadful cheap when the sewing society
meets here to hev our bed a-standin' in
the parior, no matter how handsome the
patchwork is.
Luke wiped his hands on the roller
towel
"Well, you We stood it thirty years."
said he, can | guess You can stand it
little while longer"
ado you mean, father, that / amt to
have the new kitchen, after all?'
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Mrs. X sbee said no more. but the slow
bitter tears OF old age il csled down her
sheeks as she lighted ihs IRE, brought a
pail of drinking water from the spring
and began to fry the ham and eggs in a
little skillet.
Her son George came over that after
noon from Farley's mills, where he was
foreman in a great shirt factory.
II
thing to tell you. ! am engaged to marry
susy Stopford. Why, mother, what's the
matter? What are you crying abouts
thought you'd be so pleased"
cts jest like all the rest o. the luckl"
'obbed poor old Mrs. Kisbee. Fathers
been an tore down all my mornin' glory
zines, an amt goin' to hev any new
kitchen after all these years, and now my
,nly son has got engaged to one OF the
that wasn't never friends TO
,ur folks
But, mother" laughingly pleaded
George, these are not the days of Mon
ague and Capulet feuds."
~ don't know what your talkin'
bout" said Mrs. Kisbee, who was not a
tpdent Of the immortal Shakespeare,
but always despised them Shepherds.
I'm Susan, she's story writer, am told,
nd goes about with her fingere all inky,
nd don't help none at all with the
" But, mother, she hires a girl with the
money she earns. She's the best and
weetest girl in the world. When may
ring her to see your"
81 don't want to see her at ALL" said
be old woman, querulously. And then
he broke down again, crying.
George went away much perturbed in
piriL He had psyer seen his mother so
esrtbroken before.
OF don't know what she'll say,d !
hought he, "when she hears that
.thefs MADE up h,s mind 70 sell the old
lace. lt's too cae 81 bin. Ba. father |,
ever treated mother halt deesnt.
Susie Stopford was at the window when
Dung Kisbee came back. She ran out to |
ieet him, her bright hair blowing in the
'inds, her red lips apart.
"Well, George?'' she cried.
al don't know what to say to Won.
1sy," he began; mother isn't herself
'-day. But she -
"She doesn't like me, George-I knew
lat before. There was some old trouble
stween her mother and Grand father
'opford. She Tilted him or he threw her
Ter. | never quite understood which.
ut fully intend TO make her like me.n
II am afraid she won't give you the
Ialee, Susy.v
!" Tell me all about 1t, GeGeee," she
id. George told her. 81 only wish
rs rich,2 said he. 81 would buy the
ace myseil, and I'd bu.ld that kitchen
e poor old soul SO longs sor and a
rch IN frons to train morning glory
mes on
busy looked thong ktful
Tho buys it2'' she A-ks
DIR. Trevor
What does he paysr
Twelve hundred dollars. ft I.n,t a
y large price, but this lane is sterile :
the house is old. Poor anotherf Il
II break her heart, fear, Il leave IT." !.
'usie suddenly lifted her bsi.ht ayes 70
: lovers face.
George" she said, g cam. give zee !.
not even to your mother~
susy, my darlingi"
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