The Universalist., 1897-01-30


this one thet away ter the fust-- ef---
I'd a'done it! Their amt no sense
in givin' a boy sperrit ter beat the
world than then a-tyin' NV him
up-inter bow-knot."
"Waal, s'pose the Lord he knows
best" she said, half doubtfully.
"Pr'aps ye may enj'y yer wings all
the more wen We git 'em, cause ye
hedn't yer legs here. Jes think wat
it'll be then a-liftin' yer self through
the blue air."
"How-how do We know-it's blue,
ma'amY
"Itll hev ter be the same thing to
us then ez blue air is now, guess"
"Itll be worth dying fur, won't it,
then? ?"
tits pleasanta picterin' it, but sho!
Does thet fly on the winder-pane
know wat all out doors means?
"'Tain't much different-we an
him."
"Waal, waal, in old time wen l
useter see star a-scootin' along at
night, I'd think thet's the way I'll be
goin', tew, some day. Land alive. l
don't see no stars, nowadays. But l
amt complainin' child"
"Complainin'! No one amt ever
heerd you complain. Yer hull team,
gran'ma' am! Idon't believe they-got
thet story-in the Bible-right-"
"Gershom!"
mo. They didn't tex the mans
ribs ter mex woman 'ith. They TUX
hes backbone. An they tuk-the-
hull Nv itl''
"Gershom, now you hush up! Oh, l
du wisht yer gran'sir d afetched his
hat" AS she spoke, cat. bird on a
spray of the dripping althea bush by
the window lifted his throat and
flooded the heavens with music. II
du b'lieve the suns a-comin' out"
said grandma'am. 81 hope he amt
just drenched fust."
But while the half-crazed old man
was stalking on with his furious haste
in the rain young woman in rain
cloak and under neat umbrella was
coming to meet him. She was gazing
at him intently from a pair of soft
brown eyes, flush upon her velvet
cheek. She went forward hurriedly
to meet him. 81 beg your pardon"
she said. But is it's it possible9
Are you Mr.. Scars?"
"It amt nobody's business who l
bel" he cried. "I'm a pauper. Thet's
who beP'
"Oh, no" she said. II guess not.
Are the righteous forsaken now more
than they used to be? If you are Mr..
Siah Scars, you have some chill
dren-"
"a passel Nv ongratefle critters"
81 am going your way" she said,
quickly. "Will you hold the umbrella
over us? Thank you. 1t rains some,
doesn't it? l knew your daughters
once. There was Marilla-'
"Rilla-yes-the onnat'ral-"
"And Augusta"
81 amt never goin' ter Gusty's an
they needn't say bel 1t 'ud be,
Wipe yer feet here, an Hang up yer
hat thar! Rilla's bad enough-but
Gusty I'll tex yer mother out'n her
chair wars she's tied all day, an go
onter the town 18th her fust!'
The young woman looked up
startled, but she saw the recognition
was unconscious. "And then there
was Caroline"
"Carline. No. Thar amt no sich
person." in a different tone.
"As Caroline?"
Gas Car'line. | amt no use fur
her," without glancing at the wistful
face, as he ploughed on through the
rain and mud. 'She broke my pride
SOS | amt been no account sence.
An she wuz the one | sot by most NV
all. She wuz her mother all over
agin. She"
Caroline is a nurse now. She
hopes to be doctor some day. She
is trying to save enough money to go
to Paris and study"
81 dessay she'll go ter the eends Nv
the yarth, a-riotin' in kings palaces,
an me an her mother suff'r'in'-"
''She wants to study particularly
the ailments like her mother's,'
pleaded the gentle voice.
"She amt nothin' ter me-" he said.
shaking his long locks.
"She wouldn't have you walking
out in this weather and no hat on"
said the young woman, archly.
81 like ter see her hender Who
be you, | wonder?" he cried, half
pausing, as he bent his head for
keener look from the eyes that saw
noth;no, dis finotlv for tho hl,,r aoro,s