The World. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1891-1896, 1893-04-17
BARIT0NE's WIDOW.
How a Merconary Lover Received
His Just Deserts.


through the screen Of grapc-leaves that
vailed the milk-room window from the
inquisitigc glare 81 the sun; the bunch
81 scarlet field-lilies In tho handless
blue pitcher was scarcely faded yet;
and columbine Carter, Swimming the
leathery folds Of wrinkling cream from
the broad pans, wore heightened col
Or on her checks as she listened to Miss
Decima Johnson's words.
"Will Ilamerslie going TO marry the
widow Baritone2. said she. = don't
believe word bf itis
~ on can believe 1t or not. Just rs
you choose. Biny Carter" said Miss
Dccima, bridling; but it's as true as
the text Of Parson Dillingham's next
Sunday sermon. Why shouldn't he
\ Marcy her, I'd like TO know"
Biny Carter pronounced 'Beeny"-
fair and plump and smooth
skinned, with tender blue eyes, and
lips redder than any wild plum. Miss
Decilna was sailow and specialized. with
angles enough for new edition Of
.EucIidn
Zone reason Is" Bipy answered,
slowly, 'that he Is engaged TO me-
That don't mike, no difference"
said Miss Decima, with malicious
chuckle; NOW that breach-o'-promisc
eases are out Of fashion men think they
can do as they please And Mrs Bari
tone Is very nice-lool1ing woman yet,
II she l. gone sixty, md yon know
there's the legacy she's just received
from old Uncle Baritone's bachelor
brother, up in Utica. And Win Ham.
erslie always did set store by money
His father, as everyone knows, was q
miser before himr'
Biny Carter went on sl1imming hel
milk with compressed lips and a new
sparkle in her eyes She was too proud
before Dccima johnson, TO let the tears
fall, which were already obscuring hcl
vision.
''of course be can do as he pleases,
said she.
.'oh, Of course Nobody doubts that
retortcd Deeima johnson. But the
main thing came for WINS to ask IL yot
were going to the donation party to
morrow afternoon?'
NO said Biny, shortly; father
does not approve Of donation parties.
Miss Baritone and VIII Hamersli,
are to be there, slyly suggested Mis-
Dccirna-
''Arc they2' said Isiny. THAT make.
mo difference to me-
'Ohi said Decima; and then, seeing
old Squire Ball jogging past IN his roa'
wagon. She suddenly remembered tina
she had promised q crochet pattern +
Mrs Ball; and, taking hurried leay
Of Biny Carter, she bounced out int
the feryid summer glow of the ontsid
world and disappeared
Then, and not until then, Biny sa
down by bnbbling little sprin
walled up in the corner Of the milk
room and cried.
Are ali men like that, wonder?
said Biny, addressing her own refiectio
in the liInpid pool. IF they are,
think III 60 and be nun. Mrs. Bar
tone, indeed woman old enough I
be his mother And the widow Of tina
drunken old fiddler who fell over til
Lime Cliffs, three years ago, and pei
ished as miserably as he had lived
And all because ORA legacy! oh. ~
no patience with peoplci.
And then Biny cried harder tina
ever, and tried to convince herself ths
the whole story was not true. bu
only an offshot Of Decima johnson
imagination.
But it seas true. In some things Mi,
Decima Johnson's tongue had onl
borne correct witness. Willard Han
erslie had inherited somewhat Of Ii
misery fathers gripping, grinding ten
permanent He was emphatically
money worshiper. and had Above
himself 10 be dazzled by the wido
Baritone's legacy.
Mrs. Baritone herself was trin
neat-waisted little woman, who locke
many years younger than her actu
age. People were uncharitable enouG
TO say that she had become young sin,
the sudden death6f her husband, who
numerous faults and backshdings hi
kept her perpetnally on the ragg,
edge Of apprehension.
"He was trial, Baritone was,,' co
fessed the widow, candidly. THE
Amt no denyin' that But new
knew how much store ! set by hi
until they brought home his poor, ba
tered hat out of the lime kiln, and TO