The Calhoun chronicle. [volume] (Grantsville, W. Va.) 1883-1984, 1895-08-13
EVANSVILLE, W. VA, TUESDAY, AUGUST 10. 1895.
"Mavbe l will.n nnsmernd cbnr

Maybe l WILL" answered Charity.
! Rob don't care for me---not bit.
said Charity, that night "He wouldn't
have gone off this way if he did. And
| I'll be n fool if [ don't marry jake
Hargood if he asks me. But then. 4"
she added, half ruefully, "I always
was fool?"
In proof of which she fatty refused
Jake Hargood when he did ask her.
And she borrowed Aunt Hulda's quilt
pattern, and straightwsy set TO work
/ piercing her "Calendar" quilt, making
onl Y one square a day, and remarking
to herselfas she finished each one:
Zone day less to wait. Not" she
added, shaking her heud, dismally.
that it'll do me any good when the
time is up. If he didn't care for me
then, he won't now. But it'll be a
comfort TO know it when he's home
again.
There were several squares yet to be
pierced before the quilt would be fin.
ished, when word came to the Red.
woods that Rob would be home in
three days.
Just the day of that quilting last
year, said Charity, all in a nervous
ilutter. 'l'll hurry and finish this
right off, and have "A quilting the very
same time; and maybe Rob'll come to
this one.
She got out her invitations in ire
mendous hurry, pressed Aunt Hulda
into immediate service to get the re.
| qulsite amount of cooking done for
I a 1. l. lr
the finishing OF her quilt
'Robll he home tomorrow morn
| Ing, sure, said Title, who had run
over the day before the quilting TO
render Charity what assistance she
might. owe had telegram. I'm
cle's coming, too, to start an estab-
lishment here and take Rob into pnrt,
nership. He'll be awful rich WHY,
Charity Meadows, what are Won rip
ping up that lovely basket quilt for?"
Have to, answered Charity, ''to
get the cotton for my new quilt. The
store was plum out, and wouldn't get
any before next week and besides, |
never could bear the sight OF this
quilt. | wanted to get rid of it. Look
a-here, Tlllie, how do you reckon a
letter got inside of it? Why, it's
sealed, and it's for me, an Oh,
Iillie, it's from Rob, as sure as you
live"
Charity tor it open with breathless
eagcrness, while Tillie looked on,
scarlet and apprehensive.
"Charity," said she, cit must n fell
out of my handkerchief that day
when we was putting on the TOP OF
the quilt. Rob did give it to me for
You, but l lost it, and didn't want to
tell you nor him; and / didn't s'posc
it would make sight of difference. "
"lt's kept Rob and me apart for
whole year" said Charity, almost
breaking into n sob.
con- said Title, remorsefully, 81
never sposed twas that II thought
twas your flirting with Jake Hargoo
did the harm, an dancin' so hard with
him that night. Rob was there, and
seen it; but he saved afterward
shouldn't tell lie was there. An
just lowed all along twas Jake made
him get mad an go off l s'pose,"
added Tillie, family, as Charity read
her note again, with dewy eyes and
flushed, dimpled cheeks, Chat Rob's
got to know all about it now"
81 reckon he has" said Charity, in
a tone That left no room for doubt.
And SO, the next afternoon, Rob
Redwood, smoking his pipe on the
porch of his ancestral halls, was
startled by the vision he had looked so
eagerly anil so vainly that day n year
ngo-of Jimmy Tibbs, freckled and
tow headed as of yore, scrambhng
over the fence and making toward
him, flourishing n note.
Good land /" quoth Mrs. Redwood,
as she looked out of the window,
shortly afterward, "Whatever's the
matter with Rob? He's a.dauciu'
round there ON the porch like as if he
was q plum dit"
Charity's quilting was brilliant
success this time, as far rs she and
Rob were concerned; and they never
fell out again-at lenst not before they
were married And of all her house
keeping outfit, Charity most prizes
her Calendar quilt Saturday Night