The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1897-12-23

"Oh, yes--oh, yes, indeed, father"
sole reason that it was theirs, their very
own and only earthly possession. Small,
painless, dilapidated, but inexpressi-
bly, precious as port in storm. 1t was
Mamie's by right of inheritance from
an almost forgotten grandmother
When the professor had reached
home, in company with Governor
Strong, he had emphatically pronounced
himself altogether superfuous in a
changed world, but Immediately began
casting about him for fresh anchorage.
1t was Mamie who first remembered her
despised inheritance:
"There is that hut in town, papa.
We can take shelter in it. If you were
still college professor on fair salary,
dear one, and was anything but use
less girl, we might scorn such mean
quarters. But we can't stay on here
eating the bread of charity"-waving
her hands Complementary over the
Strong mansion-"and the sooner we
get to work the better.
And they had got to work-the old
man. with one of his trousers legs
pinned up and empty, and the girl with
only her endowment OF indomltable
spirit. ignorance and heroism.
There were a few weeks of bewildered
speculation as to what manner OF work
they should "get too pathetic show
ing of their combined disabilities;
bumbling of himself before the new or
der of things, a confession OF CONFUSION.
81 think my Hebrew and Greek have
no market value at present, my dear
Shingleton college will scarcely resume
operations for some years, and when 1t
does Younger and less tired brains than
mine will be in demand. am afraid
no one would intrust his mercantile
interests with ME. am too ignorant,
and my crutches would interfere with
nv activity. What would you suggest,
my dear?'
And Mamie, laughing and crying in
one breath, had suggested the scroll saw
as pleasant sedentary work, and every
body wanted brackets and wall things
these days"
And So on this hot July forenoon,
with the steam arising from tho ram
washed earth, with the great white
winged butterflies fitting about the
diamond crowned roses, with the mar
guerites and the phloxes righting them
selves bravely under the suns warm
caressing, the professor bent patiently
over his workable, steering the jagged
blade of his scroll saw laboriousiy
through q thin slab Of black walnut
wood. His fine head, with Its sparse
fringe of waving white hair, was just
visible above the window ledge, made
CAV with pots of brilliant fish geranium
and the flame of many nasturtlums'
Bv the rear window, where was the
f,owerless ledge and the palmer outlook
over the chicken coops and the I've mop
ner planted against the kitchen chim-
new Mamie turned the wheel OF her
noisy sewing machine swiftly Piled
on one side of her chair was lot OF uh-
made lowell sacks, on the other the I'M
;sbed ones. The soft drone OF bees was
in the air; the scent of the honeysuckies
mingled with the perfume OF a tnous',nu
roses A hooking bird perched boldly
on the hand rail of the front portico ana
wbistled a haunting refrain at the pen'
grav head behind the flaming nastur,
t;nms The mocking bird clearly had
the hest of the professor and was SO ex-
pressing himself. The professor straisn.,
aued his back by physical effort ana
leaning his head against the siiken pil,
Low Mamie had tied to the tall back OF
h;s chair folded his worn hands weari'
~ across his breast. Work was an espe-
cial burden when the warm. swse. ga ~