The evening world., 1894-08-03
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But they were pretty sure of II when
the, old home place was vacated for the
little wooden house close to the road
she built the mouse with the chicken
| money when she was a gal" explained
the blacksmith's wife to every teamster
who didn't know and occasionally TO
one who did. There was nothink shift
less about Miss Bennings. She says az
she'll abide there till they're through
with their spreein' over to Red Lanes
shell give the home place u rest for "A
spell, and see ef it kin git any lonesomer.
She's teckin' on so that her head
kind o. quare.'
and what of the boy?" asked the
over to .Weayer's helpin' with the corn
huskin last ] hearn. Jim Weaver says
as he won't .starve. Miss Bennings.
send him to school, and all that, like as
he was the other'n, and jest as eff he was
the other,n, he up and give her the slip.
That and the furse about the will Is
apt to go hard with her"
Yes, l reckon" said the teamster.
The boy over at Viewers gave a
gasp OF surprise and opened his eyes in
creduously when he heard about the
"Teck the home place away from herr"
cried 18TH lin Ws, Tssy Sss, aSne 20!
as Miss Bennings has put up in the
small house clost to the corner"
Left the home placer murmured the
boy
The storm beat around the solitary old
home place, but there was no one within
to mind 1t A: the rats were having a royal
rumpus In the walls. The rain beating
increasingly against the windows of the
little house "clost to the corner" made
Miss Bennings feel lonesome as she sat
there turning the heel Of long-legged
yarn stocking. The fire In her room was
n mr. w n "a n tTi tf,f,, aI
She had tried to keep her heart from
growing bitter against the brothers at
Red Lanes she had spoken of them
conternptuously as being on "a spree
Suddenly she raised her eyes from her
knitting, and the bitterness against
which she had been striving famed into
hot hatred about her heart, There at
the window, looking with wistful eyes,
was Miss Bennings's trouble.
She rose from her chair hastily. went
across the floor and opened the door.
Come in" she said.
The boy crept into the room.
Miss Bennings resumed her seat by
the window. She fixed a stony gaze
upon the boy.
so you have heerd of the Red Lanes
furse p she inquired.
"Yes'm'
He had felt very brave splashing
along in the mud and the night, He
picked at the edge of his ragged Jacket,
he curled and uncurled his bare toes.
You was sent to git the hui OF It;
you seen you couldn't git II and you
quit. Now you come back fer yer sheer.
Go out in the rain. walk straight to
them as give you yer orders. Tell EN-
fer to show you the road to Red Lanes.
Git Yer sheer from 'em down to Red
Lanes. where they's Hunno brock a will
o. thirty-tye years standin'r She threw
back her head and laughed ironically.
Theirs impotence and Ignorance out
side of Red Ianes!'
The bravery had returned to the boy.
Il don't want no sheer" he said hur-
ricdly. Il didn't come back fer no sheer
Let them that stole it hev 1t. / come
back to work fer you. l come back to
you. | ought never gone away. ] told
ather told father Then the
bravery all went with rush. and the
boy put up a tattcred arm to hide his
quivering face.
Miss Bernings had dropped her long
legged stocking. She was leaning for
ward on the table: her breath was COM
ing unevenly: there was strange soft
light in her eyes.
What did you tell yer father?" she
asked hoarsely.
II said I'd meek it up sobbed the
boy.
II the neighbours could have seen
Miss Bennings then they would have
said that she was 'clean daft fer shore"
She rose from her seat a second time
and advanced into the centre Of the
| room where the "shiftless Jawn'' was
standing; she gut her arms around him
| as II she loved him: she cried out in a
fond and Cuavering voice, "Jawn, you
hev come back. "-Washington Star.