The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1897-12-07

came TO naught. With the spring Of a
panther the 10y had bounded near
enough to seize the parcel in her hands
and with half dozen backward leaps
had disappeared absolutely from view,
somehow. somewhere Liza followed
the miracle of his vanishment with
wondering eyes, then sighed contented-
ly and brushed some crumbs from her
skirt front. AT least he will not 20
hungry for the next p hours -
A chuckling laugh close at her elbows
made her turn quickly in its direction
a withered crone was standing at the
foot Of the stile leaning heavily on Il
single crutch.
Wat 70 stealth my boys vittles
fur 10 gle to that ash cat: Amt yo'
learn no better'n TO steal, wild all yo'
schoolgoin? Whar yo' comman 'mints:"
Aunt Whey! What a fright you
gave me. / don't care if you do tell
Strong would do it right over again. :"
Sassy as ever! Who say gwine to
tell on you:'
You always used to. You never did
treat me as we'll as you did Strong You
were always ready 10 scold me for him. ="
"Strong is my boy. / nussed him in
desc ve'y arms | suckled him long wild
my own Suzanne. 'Cose / gwine stan
up TO him, an look arter his purvishuns
too. / is dat. Yher, you git down off n
dat stile an 80 in dat house Don you
know de rains a-comin up? We gwine
have a fusclass thun 'orstawm in less n
a hour. -
a thunderstorm And my poor.little
pony is tied to tree up yonder Oh,
Aunt Whey, my poor little Fancy"
up whar? amt 'sponsible fur dc
stawm. Whar yo' pony?"
"At the top of the cliff "
WHO is yo' Pc leetle Fancy"
My pony-my dear little pony that
Seth gave me, and my new embroidered
saddlecloth out for the first timer"
"Yo' pony amt gwine to melt Yo'
git inter that house.
Liza stretched out her hands, palms
upward, to feel for the threatened rain.
The clouds were mastering overhead,
but the downpour might not come for
hours. Could anything be more horrible
than TO be penned up with old Whey
in that cabin during thunderstorm?
She would rather risk everything And
then Fancy; she must be rescued She
was anxicusly drawing on her gloves
and securing her hat with long pins
Aunt Whey, where are the steps
that Strong tells me are cut in the side
of the cliff?'
wv at yo' want wild them steps?'
81 want TO go up them, of course /
am going home You are entirely mis-
taken about the storm. 1t won't be
here for an hour yet
Whey drew away from this arrogant
young woman in offended dignity Her
reliability as an oracle had been ques
toned.
"Yo' was born sassy an yo' will die
sassy Eliza Martin Wv cose yo' is
right and ole Whey is wrong. Thar ain
gwine be no stawm tall. Oar de steps ~
She pointed one haggish finger vague
ly at the cliffs and turned toward the
house, mumbling and hobbling in uni
son. Evidently Whey was resolved to-
leave the high handed young woman.
who had dared entertain weather opin-
ions Of Der own to the worst possible
fate that might befall.
Liza surveyed the face of the cliff
anxiously. She could see no sign Of
steps cut in its steep sides but retreat
now was impossible. Whey, at her sc.
renest was frbidding. Whey in her
wrath was formidable. She crossed the
stile and walked rapidly in the direc-
ton Of that vague hint.
All Of her childish terror OF Whey
bad revived at sound of that never for
gotten harsh voice of hers. Once more
she and Seth ard Charlie we're three
abjcct little wTetches, creeping about
the house in awful terror of old Whey.
who had come up from the stock mind
cr's cabin in the fats 20 nurse her foster
son through scarlet fever. OF the time
when black Suzanne and Strong had
drawn their life nourishment from those
withered breasts, impartially offered,
she knew only as a matter Of family
history Time had not improved Viney's