Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1894-06-22

Dare asked, stopping short In the door,
picture of rosy, excited eagernoss.
Without waiting for an answer She dart
ed at the old woman, snatched the cloth
from her hand and said coaXingly:
''I'll do that, nanny, and set the
table too You go out in the kitchen and
see-help Susy, mean. You know no.
body else can cook like you, and l want
real nice dinner, the best you can pos
sibly get"
"Umph! Whit reason yo' so bad off
bout hit?"
ooh, because we have company,
strange company, too, somebody who has
seen heap of the world though that
does not make a difference. You know
how careful grandfather always is about
strangers, and really Mr. Haywood
''Is dat his sho' 'nough name?"
"What a question, nanny! It's the
one he gave us. You heard him."
81 did dat. l seen him, too an hit
pears Xix ter me he didn't say it right
easy, straight up an down. Dee wus sor-
ter hitch fore hit come out. Sides he
don't favor his name. l knowed plenty
Haywoods back i'll Car 'liny."
''Who does he favor!'
Don't AK me, chile / amt got time
ter bodder fin in out who all he look lik'
Yo' go on back an retain him dar in de
parlor room. Meier min bout de dinner
lsy he be too busy lookin at yo' in dat
Oar white frock, wild dem roses III yo'
belt an yo' ha'r, to know whedder he's
er swallcrin fried chicken er meat an
snaps Sides don put on all sorts er
thin's an that dat fool Suse CANT Spite
UNI if she try
Darc's face grew roster than ever, but
she said, with an attempt at dignity:
"You mustn't say such things, nanny.
You know very well that THAT he
oh, pshaw, l forget. l came to ask you
to open the press and see if grandfather
had any arnica.
Fin out fer yo'self," nanny said
majestically, flinging wide the doors of
tall secretary, black with age. 'Yo'
kin read de name on dem dar doctors
truck, but eff dat dar Mr.. Haywood t'ink
he know better'n ] does whut good fer
er sprained wris', why 5es' let i'm go
long bout tixin hit. l amt po' ter doc.
tor i'm, God knowsr'
Yes, you are nanny. You know
you dote on sick people, but this is my
doing. His arm pains him dreadfully. I
know it by the whiteness Of his lips, and
l read the other day.
ooh, yes, yo' 'readp Much dem news.
papers knows bout hurted folks. Go on
erway, chile. Nebber seed no good come
yit outen foolin wild doctors truck. Des
BOON as dinners ober gwine make i'm
er tansy sweat fer dat arm. "
"No, this will d." Dare said, run
ming off with a tall bottle. Nanny
looked after her anxiously, shook her
head and went on laying the table for
two, stopping now and again to give a
grooming sigh and mutter something
that sounded like rack an ruin
If her eyes could have pierced walls,
she would have been even more rueful.
In the parlor across She hall young Hay
wood lay at length upon the old fashion
ed sofa, his drawn, set face alone pro-
claiming what he suffered Dare knelt
at his side, carefully unbinding the
bruised and swollen arm, at sight OF
which she gave a little involuntary CIV.
Let me bathe it, she said, fetching
basin Of fresh water. A minute later
ease seemed to tricl1le from her slim,
soft fingers. The stranger looked at her
with grateful eyes, saying: How deli
cious,. If it could but last, I would go
straight to sleep"
TRY to-" said Dare "It is the best
thing that could possibly happen to
You, as she spoke propping his elbow
with pillow and supporting the hurt
arm with her hand Her touch brought
a qoick light into the young fellows
eyes He looked straight at her ard said:
Would you really stay there on your
Knees whole 10 minutes for me?''
The girl put down the land she held
very gently, got to her feet and said.
with dropped eyes: 81 would do it for
anybody who was suffering, but no doubt
l had better bind your arm in arnica and
leave You alone until dinner is ready.
Maybe you will catch nap anyway.
(To be c0niinued.)