The Calhoun chronicle. [volume] (Grantsville, W. Va.) 1883-1984, 1896-11-03

\% DA ing OH, atu MlSs
~ "a Nancy Camp, who sat
SSek H& at the window watch
SHY/g> ing tho graz cicu'is
nv + (s shift across the sky in
Af O. heavy masses, wished
til, Ras sous. ID III sS<'S' E."-
fo'd "a thought it wonil hcr
soi 5f so cold alter such warm
-, Naucy?' said voice from tue
lGe bedroom that lcd ont o: the
Hitcten.
cts mo,,crating. I reckon It's So
ing to snow,' responded Miss Nancy.
''It's jest like that November when
i'm Wilnot we0t out West con
timed her sister, reminisceutiy.
"Yes, was the low response.
"*Fwas real warm Thanksgiving,
and then day or two after it begun
ier snow,-aud the twenty -eighth-you
:sseememher, Nancy ne sF41e they
s-Esd t6eE Gel tbration rn:taa sehaol,
s hoaas, and You aadssa I'M wen ss-nny,
Row It did blow and sleet And on
Sunday it was so dritted thet Cousin
Anne Camp-she tibet was Stevens,
you knov-couldn't git ter meeting.
1t vas the first time in 'IcSen years
tieE~hs'l m,s=c;i hearing Elder Dick
sns. She felt reel bad about it," all
ded Miss Abby.
Miss Nancy lrev her chpir nearer
10 the wiu'low and br;;shel her hand
across her eyes. IGerc WAS no sound
rom tho little bedroom for awhile.
The big, olrl-tush;ouel clock on the
high shelf tickel away tue minutes,
ami Miss Nancy rocked by the win
dow, with her hands folded in Ler
lap.
"Thsrgs 1. 5sss soms o2s sa,a c98nmiDg 8noig across
eagerly. SEQ .wto 1t is, Nancy.
Likely as not it's thet school-teacher
thet boards dcwn ter Fosters, though
it Gon't sound like their team. She
must BE- . powerful sight Of tro"Ito to
'em.
Miss Naucy pressed her face against
the pane oOelicrtIy, although there
WAS !: mist Da'orc hcr eyes that blinded
her little. The wagon came nearer
nu.l nearer, until she could see that 1t
had but one occupant-a man OF about
forty, apparently, with beard thnt
perhaps aided little to his age.
"Wko is it, Nancy% questioned
Miss Abby, fretrullv. est amt her,
is it? My it sounds as if it was COM
ing in--in-here."
II don't know" answered Miss
Nancy. Like enough hewsnts some
aireetions. =.
"Hee Landsl It's a man, then!
Be sure to tell him US"
But there came q heavy knock oa
the door eul Miss Abby subsidel.
Slowly Miss Nancy crossed the room
and turned the knob. There was
nothing said for l. moment. The man
looked stea, a,tEa>tly at the figure before
him; at the simply made woolen dress
with its pure white collar and cuffs ;
the slender, blue.yeined hands; the
face with its firm mouth and faded
blue eyes; the huir parted smoothly
aud with the same little wave III front
that be remembered SO we'll, md the
high, she'll comb that WAS new to him.
lie saw the wrinkles, too, but he saw
more-tLe years Of toll and trouble
that must have wrought them. All
this he uotcl and thea held out his
hand.
Nancy! Have you forgotten Jlm?'
She gave startled glance iuto his
~ eyes, anu little crimson flash crspt
into her cheeks. 1t reminded him<pF
that time he had kissed her in the gar.
den ut the hack OF the house.
who is it, Nancy?" whispered Miss
Abby from the bedroom. "Do tell
him tsr come in and suet the door,
und-I want some more fennel."
''Ycs, Abby" answered Miss Nancy,
opening her lips with an effort
Jim Wilmot came in and closed the
door softly behind hlro.
"Is Abby very sick?" he asked.
":She hasn't walked for six years, y
answered Miss Nancy, mechanically
taking some fennel out Of n dish on
the table and going into the bedroom
with it.
"Who is it?" whispered Miss Abby
again.
slim Wilmot, responded her sister.
''Jlm! Lands O Goshen! Well,
we'll, Who'd ~ thought he'd q
after all thesas Iears2 D
asn q, in b lhsaqas