The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1896-12-19
MISS NANCY.

November was growing old and Miss
Nancy Camp, who sat at the window
watching the gray clouds shift across
the sky In heavy masses wished in her
secret heart that 1t was gone.
who'd n thought 1t would hey come
Off so cold after such a warm spell.
Nancy?" said voice from the little
bedroom that led out of the kitchen.
ITS moderating. / reckon it's going
to snow" responded Miss Nancy.
ITS jest like the November when
Jim Wilmot went out West" continued
her sister reminiscently.
yes" was the low response.
"'Twas real warm Thanksgiving.
and then day or two after it begun
ter snow, and the 2Sth-you remember.
Nancy-'twas the time they had the
cle'bra ton in the schoolhouse. and you
and Jim went-my. how 1t did blow and
sleetl And on Sunday it was so drifted
that Cousin Anne Camp-she tibet was
Stevens. you knOw-couldn't git ter
meeting. 1t was the first time in 'leven
years thet she'd missed hearing Elder
Z Dickens. She felt real bad about it.
: added Miss Abby.
Miss Nancy drew her chair nearer to
the window and brushed her hand
across her eyes. There was no sound
/ from the little bedroom for a while.
The big. old-fashioned clock on the high
| shelf licked away the minutes and
| Miss Nancy rocked by the window.
I with her hands folded in her lap.
There's someone a-comin' across the
old bridge" said Miss Abby. eagerly.
"See who it is, Nancy. Likely as not
i it's that school teacher tibet boards
4 down ter Fosters, though it don't
sound like their team. She must he q
! powerful sight O trouble to EN-"
And Nancy pressed her face against
the pane obediently. although there
was mist before her eyes that blinded
! her little. The wagon came nearer
:. and nearer until she could see that Il
had but one occupant-a man of abou
40, apparently. with a beard that per
haps added little to his age.
"Who is it. Nancy:' questioned Mis-,
III Abby. fretfully. 1T amt her. is it
d Myl 1t sounds as If 1t was coming in
N in-here."
Il don't know" answered Miss Nan
cy. Like enough he wants some di
b rections."
| He? Landsl It's a man, then, b.
I. sure to tell him us"
VI But there came heavy knock on tn
door and Miss Abby subsidized. Slowl,
Miss Nancy crossed the room and turn
L ed the knob. There was nothing sal,
for a moment. The man looked steadil
n at the figure before him; at the simpl
Y made wooden dress with its pure whit
q collar and cuffs. the slender. blue vein
N ed hands, the face with It's firm mout
and faded blue eyes, the hair parte
i smoothly and with the same little way
\ IN front that he remembered so wei
and the high shell comb that was ne,
=. TO him. He saw the wrinkles. too. bu
he saw no more-the years Of toll an
trouble that must have brought then
\ All this he noted. and then held out hi
hand.
4 Nancy. have you forgotten Jim:"
She gave a startled glance into hi
eyes. and a little crimson flush creT
into her checks. 1t reminded him of III
" tine he had kissed her in the garde
back OF the house.
II who is 1t. Nancy" whispered MI.
"a Abby from the bedroom. do tell hil
= ter come in and shut the door and
want some more fennel."
yes. Abby answered Miss Name
opening her lips with an effort.
I Jim Wilmot came in and closed Il
,. door softly behind him.
lis Abby very sick?" he asked.
u "She hasn't walked for six years
answered Miss Nancy. mechanical
taking some fennel out OF a dish on Il
table and going into the bedroom wi
It,
~ who is it?' whispered Miss ABB
egain.
Jim Wiimot." responded her sister.
"Jiml Lands O. Goshenl Wen. we
Who'd "a thought he'd "a turn up aft
| all these years. Do tell him to come
here fore he gees. Jim wilmot, We
never
Miss Nancy gave a little pat to I