The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1897-11-04


derneath with difficulty, she patiently
fixed a refractory treadle back again in
an insecure socket.
This accomplished, with sundTy
grunts and groans she swung herself
back to her seat and took up again both
shuttle and song:
"-sions in-the skies,
I'll bid-fareWeQ-to ev-'ry fear
And wipe-my weeping eyes"
well, Miss Marsh, you needn't
count on doing the first if you keep on
with that work"
rs that you, DR.. Beebe?' She
craned her neck around the post at her
side to see the figure standing in the
woodhouse doorway.
Yes, and | warn you that a woman
who has just had a spell of rheumatism
in the shoulder had better ask to keep
her fears with her awhile, for she stands
a pretty good chance of wiping her
weeping eyes a good many times, espe-
cially if she is bound to keep pounding
on an old loom"
you amt obliged to ridicule old
Ortonville if you don't approve of the
work" Miss Marsh turned back grim
ly to her work.
"Oh, | have high respect for old
Ortonville. If l hadn't you would make
me have, for you are always singing it.
And l don't disapprove of the work
it's the worker"
1.-TWO red" Pump, creak, bump!
Miss Marsh had darted one quick
glance at him as she consulted her
stripe-stick, before she sent the shuttle
flying through the warp, shifted the
treadles, and beat up vigorously the
last thread of wool into place. Then
she CURLY answered:
81 can't stop my weavin' just to suit
your notion"
you will most likely have to stop to
suit that shoulders notion. Bones and
muscle aren't always polite enough to
say by your leave"
81 tell you my shoulders most we'll
only little squinge now an then-and
I've got yarn carpet an hit-an'- miss,
sides mother striped one, to get out
after this. ! just can't stop"
Get some one to help YOU"
That's all a man knows bout it.
What help could I get, I'd like to
know? Who knows anything bout my
weaving? There amt a soul in Bar
berry t could make an even stripe, let
alone gettin' warp on to that BEAM
Teach some one, then. You'll have
it to do. You are overriding. Mind
what I say"
Miss Marsh looked at him with fine
scorn in her eyes. "Who would l teach
Perhaps you know of some one that d
like to take weaving lessons"
There Is some one" DIR. Beebe
stammered under the suspicious, pierre
ing glance she gave him, and dropped
down unlimited on the bench by the
door, hurting out as he did so: Miss
Marsh, Jordan's wife is dead"
Bump, bump! zone green" Creak
bump, bump!
Miss Marsh set her lips sternly anC
beat the one thread into an almost in
visible line of color.
q heard it," she finally snapped
through set teeth.
"And there's his girl" pursued DR.
Beebe, bending over to lay his hat dowr
upon the floor with an air of settled de
termination that did not escape Mis-
Marsh's notice.
Look here, DR.. Beebe." Mis-
Marsh turned abruptly about on the ole
oaken seat. You know | wouldn'
have one of Jordan Marsh's children il
the house no more'n I'd have so mucl
pizen. When Jordan married that cir
Gus girl and went clownin' it l washed
my hands of him an all that belonged
to him fer once an fer all"
But we can't wash our hands of dut,
very well,' persisted the doctor, brave
ly. HE was your half-brother.'
Don't | know that? Amt tina
what I'm 'shamed off" she curtly an
swered, reaching forward to let dow
the warp from the beam and deliber
ately winding up a finished length
"Such sin n folly's he followed after
No, sir; we met jest once after that h
took his way, and the words we had'l
stand 'twiXt us forever. His circu
wife's as good as was"
He arose to go with an air of suddel
indifference.
"lf I could get decent one thar
learn, | don't know as I'd mind it. for
spell, anyway. | guess could reel IA o
and make quills," she observed, some
what mollined at the abandonment O
the unpleasant theme I'm not ach
in for another tour of rheumatic"
It'll send one over. if come acros
a good, strong one" he answered
Nothing in the world keeps you a
that but your everlasting will"
SHOULD earth-against-my soul-engage
Miss Marsh smiled grimly, as Sd
poured oQt the second stanza in Jerk,
accompaniment to her labored move
ments, and watched the doctor as h
STROBE down to the gate.
1t was not pleasant subject tina
DR.. Beebe had brought up. Why coul,
he not have left II alone? What RICH
had he to mix in family troubles. if HI
was a doctor? Jordan Marsh had beer
a willful disgrace to the family, and sht
the last one of the MarshGs-she sale
- herself, was not going TO condor,