The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1897-12-25

won | forget YOU"
She stepped into the carriage-tbe
door was shut on her old life. Mr..
Buck stiflly waved his old straw hat.
the driver clucked to his horses. and
Mrs. Collins drove away, an inmate of
the poorhouse no longer.
She turned to look back before 4
bend of the road hid the farm from
view.
The bare, brick building stood in q
Hood of sunshine, the flowers famed in
the dooryard, the great trees softly
waved their fresh young leaves, and
the group which for so long had been
her world stood about the door.
a queer little feeling which Mrs. Col
Inns could not quite understand came
over her, followed by the quick sense
Of her new independence.
We'll, said she, settling herself down
10 the unaccustomed comfort of the
easy carriage, that's the last of the
poorhouse for me! They can't expect
me to company much with them. I'm
goin' TO have house of my own"
The summer passed on, leaving in
Greenhill memories of parching days.
willing foliage and dusty roads. Poor
house Hill caught every little wind, and
the air was fresher and cooler than in
the village below. But no breeze watt
ed tidingS Of Mrs. Collins and her new
prosperity She never came near her
old abode.
Then autumn had its turn, and the
dropping foliage bazed in a fire of red
and gold-a fire which burned out all
too quickly, leaving bare branches and
brown fields, and heaps of shriveled
LeaveS rs its ashes
9pe bleak November day, when the
WHYd was raw from the east and the
earth lay waiting FORTS white covering,
Mrs Collins again drove out in the
Gfeehhi,l hack. this time towards the
pQurhouse.
Her portly figure was well clothed,
and instead Of her old worn and rusty
cloak she was wrapped in a warm. fur
trimmed garment. Her face shone with
an eager expression.
The inside of the carriage was heaped
with bundles, and two good-sized
trunks behind threatened to break the
strap which held them TO the rack,
The driver urged his horses over the
rough, frozen road, but even his per-
suasicns IN the shape Of cluck and whip
did not quicken their speed enough 10
satisfy he impatience of Mrs. Collins.
I'm SO glad Lean have my old ROOM"
She said to herself, but aloud. There
never was prettier outlook than out
LOT that winder down over the hill.
Well, well-what a time l had with
them trustees gettin' EN- to take me
as a boarder. Who'd a thought there
could a bin any hcrderance after all
the years I've lived there as pauper:
Trustees are queer critters, but | got
the best Of EN-. Land, how slow these
horses go. Betsey'll be tick!ed to death
with that dress. it's as good piece as
ever was madt ! hope Mr. Bucks to-
DaccN's the kind he likes; it's resky for
women to try to suit specially
in plug"
Here Mrs. Collins laid her hand on
various parcels with an air of pleased
eXpectan,N
"As for Lefty" she continued "she
shall have a charce-the chance I'm
too old TO take, or even want"
The carriage turned the bend and
the brick building came into view,
looking barer than ever in the gray au-
tumn light.
Mrs. Collins eyes frightened. Her
breath came quickly, and She bent for
ward, peering eagerly through the dim
gy glass. ...
well, that's the best sight I've seen
for many day" she said. smiling. Il
wonder if they're eNpectin' me. de-
clare, il will seem like good old times
to hear Betsey hold forth. Them
trustees said they were afeerd it would
dcmoralizc the others TO have me there
as boarder. Make 'em discontented
seeIn' me have privileges they couIuil
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