The Calhoun chronicle. [volume] (Grantsville, W. Va.) 1883-1984, 1897-10-19

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her and laid his tawny head against
her She spoke gently to him, fond
ling his silky ears
lie seems to be an acquaintance of
yours, said Ralph, by way of being
sociable.
"Sh'd think he ought to be, " giggled
Grace. shes always saving bones
and things for him "
"That's very kind, I'm sure" said
the young fellow, turning toward the
game which Grace was inspecting.
That bluc-iny was an accident
didn't mean TO shoot him. "
You might give me his wings for
my hat, - said Grace, saucily.
His wings? with pleasure, and,
taking out his knife, he cut them off.
one for Grace and one for-'Wea-
ser Tan, he said, giving one to each
and laughing mt the recollection of the
old childish name.
He went whistling out of the CRATE.
and Grace, with each hand grasping
II picket of the rickety fence, watched
INN out OF hearing. He drew a long
breath as she turned away.
Gracious, amt lie handsomer' she
said, and, Wease. you like him awful
good.
For answer Wease splashed her we'll
with water. Then Grace went CRYING
into the house, and Wease, in the
covert of the high pump, softly stroked
the Jays wing and watched the giver
out of sight
Room in our town for another
physician" wrote distant relatives.
and there Ralph Burrows went fresh
from nm extended course of study and
travel abroad. He opened his Office in
the heart Of the town: his home was
with his relatives OH hills that over
looked it. Business came to him lac
gingly, but love came on smooth. swift
wings
Marguerite, heir of beauty, wealth
and goodness, sat ON the veranda.
tieldglass in hand. a dozen times n
day she focused it upon Ralph's Office
Ill the town below 4 few moments
| since she saw him lock his door and
set out upon the homeward road. Now
he was hidden from view, but she
knew just what landmark he Ind
reached (she had timed him so oftenl.
10 speed the minutes she took up n
magazine and scanned an article that
esSayed to settle for all times and for
all people the question: us life worth
/ llving?' When he came she met him
mt the foot of the terraces, and with
/ his arm around her he led her bnck to
the veranda.
WHAT'S in it?' he asked, tossing
/ the magazine aside to make room for
them both upon the willow settle.
"Oh, Ralph" she cried, nrchly, lis
life worth living?"
| He took her face between his hands
and looked uuutterable love into eyes
that paid him back his own.
'Is life worth living? And with
! Marguerite? \ thousand, thousand
/ times, sweetheart, and forever and
/ ever He kissed her rapturously.
For shame" she whispered. look
ing rosily foolish and happy, there's
/ Louise; she must have heard and seen
/ the whole performance. And, by the
/ way, Ralph, when you write your
mother, thank her again for solving
| for us the servant problem in SO fnr ns
a waitress is concerned This Louise
Rutan has been with us two months
= now, and We find her all we could de-
/ she: only with little dcprccativc
/ shrugl her fncc j. So etolilly sorrow
. iul. I'm 80 happy myself, Ralph, that
when auyon" else is sad / feel sort
I oi rcmorsc almost ns it / were re-
/ spousiblc
well, poor girl, hc said, "rye
known her ever since she was three
/ feet high, J suppose. and she's hnd
. pretty hard lines She'll brighten.
never fear, in the atmosphere Of this
home
Louise, said Marguerite next day.
. ~ believe I'll let YOU drive me into
town; you're accustomed to % horse.
aren't YOU
Not very but I'm not afraid. was
the reply go they went.
Marguerite had made her purchases.
had achieved "a merry consultation with
Ralph 30 front of his office, aud they
were upon o. homcward, uphill rond
that lay along thcbcd ofuit'lc stream
The queer, reticcut girl hv her side
was % study for Marguerite Through.
ONT the drive shc hal tried Nv mike
her talk but, bo1loI. she had bv now
lapscd into silence akin 90 piuuc. s
new thought came 90 her.
Louise, she asked 'is life worth
livng?"
''For you it must bc. Miaq Mar
gueritc'
1t was lengthy sentence FOR the
/ girl to utter, but her eyes looked
staight ahead and her hands holding
the slack rein lay limp in her lap.
And why not for you, Louise?"
The girl hesitated, and Marguerite,
always prone 20 moralizing, improved
the opportunity