The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1894-02-15

won't you put it on instead-instead
Of"
This handkerchief does very well, !"
Aunt Cecilia responded. Il have had
it twenty-five years, and wear it now
and then for old times sake, Cora"
"Um, yes" said Cora, patiently.
"W hat are you going to do with these
jugs, aunt?"
Il am going to have them filled with
boiled cider at Bently's cider MILL Aunt
Cecilia rejoined.
Never, never would Aunt Cecil have
driven to Bentlys mill for two jugs of
boiled cider if she had not been wear
ing her blue silk handkerchief for old
times sake.
Yes, Cora" said Aunt Cecilia,
gloomily. Il have had this handker-
chief twenty-five years this fall | re-
member perfectly how | came by it..
Your great uncle, Godfrey, had a store
in West Gainesbro' and lived there
that is how | came to know the
Pierces, Cora and he gave me this
handkerchief. His store burned the
same winter and the poor man lost his
sight only the next year. Was it that
year your Aunt Sarah died? No, that
was late the next spring. An excellent
woman your Aunt Sarah was. She
caught terrible cold and it settled
on her lungs, and her death was pain
ful and lingering. The next year"
Aunt Cecilia paused in her cheerful
"reminiscences.
Il wonder if Dan will be fdgety
about that machine up the road? |
think not. Can you make out what it
is?"
"a steam thresher, )" said Cora. Dan
would not mind it if it wasn't in the
middle of the road"
"We can manage him." said Aunt
Cecilia, who was also plucky. There
are some men there to hold him if ho
is nervous"
"Nervous?" said Cora, anxiously
"Im afraid he's more than nervous. If
we could only turn back"
Dan was stopped-caught by his bit
by a strong hand, whose possessor has
first broken his speed by springing
into his path and turning him ASIDE.
The hand was not SO strong though,
but that it felt the powerful wrench;
the young man was pale and wincing
lllo iIiI W 40 III IllC uuSl, anu SOIlJt btl n
curls lay very becomingly on his white
forehead.
He wSs tail. broad shouldered,
strong-faced, and was smiling pleasant
ly up at them and bowling to Cora, too.
Aunt Cecilia reiterated her ejacula-
tiOns.
upon my soul! Have YOU sprained
your wrist? You certainly have. Well,
| never saw anything Drawer /
we'll" said Aunt Cecilia, wiping her
flushed, excited face, Il can't express
myself at all. You might have been
| seriously injured-were you aware OF
that, 1t isn't every man that will risk
his own life TO save a strangers. Who
sre you?'
"Albert. Pierce. madam. Don't thank
me, BEG Of you." he said. Il am so
glad to have been of service to you and
and Miss Cora"
oh Mr.. PIERCE Aunt Cecilia
echoed mildly, studying him thought
| fully. From West Gainesbro'?"
From Russell county, madam from
Saalsberg," said Mr. Pierce.
"You don't say SOL" Aunt Cecilia
cried. Il once knew a John Pierce
who moved TO Saalsberg Russell coun-
! ty, from my native town Php-"
"Phmnicia," said Albert Pierce vet
more smilingly. "Haven't | heard him
tell PhWuicia legends till know some
Of them by heart? John Pierce was
nay father, Mrs. Turner"
Dead" said Aunt Cecilia, her face
softened. Yes, yes; | remember hear.
ing when John Pierce died. A fine
man he was-a man in every sense,
and of a fine family. And this is his
son! And his son." said Aunt Cecilia,
beaming on him with admiration and
gratitude and warmth, has saved two
lives"
"Nonsense!n his son protested. "Ex-
cuse me, Mrs. Turner, but"
Two lives" said Aunt Cecilia.
(which risked by my own rashness.
l will try to thank you, Mr.. Pierce.
viii you drive us home?' Aunt Cecilia
queried abruptly, there being a slight
culver in her voice and an eloquent
look in her eyes.
He was in the phaeton in a second,
his feet among the jugs and his eyes
on Cora. Hers were dropped, and the
rapidity with which her breath came
was not accounted for by her fright,
which had passed over.
Il thought you would be at the pic
nic," she faltered.
Did you imagine | would 90 with
out you?" he whispered reproachfully,
at wasn't You. Cora, | know it wasn't
1t wasn't your idea, writing that note
to me-that miserable little note?
know better"
You come home to supper with us,
said Aunt Cecilia. Il have salve
which is unequaled for sprains. Yor
must let me bandage your wrist. Johr
Pierce's son! How strangely thing:
come about"
Il don't believe it's sprained,
answered Mr.. Pierce, but he looked
happy.
Aunt Cecilia wore white lace fichu
at supper and was in good spirits.
You will burn up that awful ole
blue handkerchief, won't you, Aun
Cecilia?" said Cora. laughing as sh'
kissed her It's so-un becoming
And you've had it twenty-five year
already, and"
Just as You say. my dear" sal,
Aunt Cecilia, placidly. - HarerL
Aaga@iHe.
Consistent.
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