The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1894-08-16
!" wI3MEN DoN'T GET NO CREDIT ron be-
IN BRAVE"

" wnfAEN DON'T GET No'cREDlr ron he
IN BRAVE"
the room, that had grown 90 still one
could hear the ticking Of the clock.
"Wimmen," said the switchman,
slowly, don't git no credit for bein'
brave and goin' through things count
OF what they thinks is their dooty. Ny
wife thinks it's hern to live here count
Of me, when she left good home back
east. That little woman in. there is
larnin' the wUlhan natur' Of endurin'
for q. man; but where my wife nd live
and make comfort outer it, she'd Jest
lie down an die a-f-ettin'."
you've read her right" said Miss
Patten, solemnly, '.an' I'm goin' to
take her home with me. She amt goin'
no further west, nor to no lone farms
in mountain valleys, which was nearly
the death Of her afore."
Oliver glanced at the clock, then alb
ruptly said good-by. He left no mes
sage for Mrs. de Restaud, nor did Miss
Patten ask him for one. She was
rigid in her ideas of what was proper,
and he respected her for it.
"P'r'aps," she hesitated, you'd like
to see the baby. could fetch him out
without waking him."
"No," Oliver smiled; "a city bach
elor, as you called me once, Miss Pat
ten, has no interest in infants. II
think I should be rather afraid of
him"
He and the doctor walked up and
down beside the track. waiting for the
train. The latter had his big pipe but
not his lowered dressing-gown. His
embroidered cap was at the retreat for
invalid pets. Skye had not chewed it,
Mrs. Minny asserted, for she meant to
keep it forever, especially now, as he
was such dear man.
''She-she-likest the baby?" Oliver
asked, awkwardly, as he lit a cigar.
II am sorry to say she does not man.
ifest any rapture at all. think she
was more delighted to see her dog.
always have the idea when see her
with young Francois that she is lit
tie girl playing with her doll. She is
afraid Of him if he cries, and means be-
cause he has black eyes and looks like
the Frenchman."
"Well," said Oliver, smiling sadly,
''the chapter is ended. l have turned
q page in my LIES story. She will be
safe and sheltered now, and delegate
to you my position as adviser. In the
next elopement Mrs. Minny makes you
must be the assistant. There is my
train; and so good-by."
Oliver thought the whole affair
would pass from his mind, especially
as DR.. John on his return said they
had gone to Maine and Mrs. Minny
had never mentioned him; but one day
q month from that time at the
switchman's house letter came to
Oliver. He looked at tho scrawly
superscription, the post-mark New
castle, and he knew well Hannah Pat
ten did not attempt an italian hand.
He smiled with pleasure: it was good
to be remembered after the long
silence, and he had braved many
dangers for that unGrateful young
woman, the worst an encounter with
her frenzied husband.
DEAR Mr. OLvBR: To think you were 80
near and could not SEQ youi cried when
they told me. am not going 70 pay your money
back yet unt1 got my own from Mr.. De
ReGtaud We have put our case In the hands
Of an old lawyer here who was . college-mate
Of my dear dead father, and he thinks ought
TO get ., DIVORCE and has wffssod % MI. de
Restaud 20. We watch the baby closely, for
fear Henri viii try to steal him. have never
thanked you for helping me run away. How
good you werel think Of you often; but Aunt
Hannah viii never speak Of you, and folks hero
think It u dreadful to be divorced They say I
an she that married Frenchman-I suppose
they think he Is from Canada-and II going
into the courts to get separation from him.
For no fault Of mine must be disgraced Even
Aunt Hannah admits I never ought to 60 back
to him: it would not be safe.
Il had . nice time at that dogs home;
II was funny place, with the incest old dogs
r rus ,a Il ,s seG ps s.: :; & pde
mails is better than theosophy and those fads,
And Boston doss have some real good freaks.
I expect some day they win build an old maids
homo You never saw 80 many old maids a.
there ore there. Mrs Blinn has seven sisters
in one Of those Newton towns-there's an end
less chain Of them-and not one Of them-the
sisters, not the towns-ever had beau.
please do not dislike me- or at the mention
Of my name put on your naughty look, as you
did when I said things offending your nice
sense OF what W0mon0 conversation 6nOul0
be; and write me one little letter to say you
are stu my good friend shall never ask you
to help me again; lido not need IT. so you will
DO safe in continuing our acquaintance. Aunt
Hannah does not know have written you
get too many moral lectures anyway from her.
for she says must educate myself so my son
viii have . high opinion Of me. He does not
bother about me. but divides his attention
Principally In blinking at her ana the lamn.
with leaning towards the light That last Ia
naughty, is it not
always your friend las the doctor calls mel.
| THE TROUBLESOME LADY"
The wound was not healed, Oliver
thought bitterly. Why of all women
must he care for this one and
be so haunted by her memory?
Every look of hers, her words, her
gestures, the little yellow gown,
were as plain to him after year
as If he had seen her but yesterday.
He had striven hard to forget, to do
his duty. Yet was there harm in writ
ing just q few lines? The narrow path
was terribly lonely in life-not path
that had hoo,, HE IN tho no a., on6 x,ot