The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1898-08-05

(, Jane would have placed him at the one
| good school, Aunt Dinker having allow
ed the money. the Lady who presided
thereover gently limited that It would
not do.
And little Richard. clinging to her
hand, asked. as they went home, what
IS It. mammaT' Then poor Jane wished
that she were dead.
Old Miss Dinker called In high dudg
con upon the schoolmistress. and re-
monstrated I'm vain. The fact that she
stole spelling book during her brief
stay did not further her object When
little boy was sent for 1t mt dusk Jane
wished herself dead again. II only she
could have had pride in anything or
anyone. she thought; but life was all
shame TO her.
"IIabits are hard to break she said.
but III try. Only you oughtn't TO be
30 hard on me when I've stuck to you
So" And then she revealed a plan
which she had concocted for giving the
boy an education. "rll put him to the
best school in New York." she said.
'Ill keep the story that they tell-lic as
1t is-to myself. and I'll pay his bills
regular. 'Taint likely I'm agoing to
see him grow up without dedication.
Wen make him n clergyman or doc
tor. Wen snap our fingers In the faces
of these critters. I'll take him up my
self tomorrow and he shall come down
every Saturday night"
II shall miss him So" said Jane. But
It's for his good. and thank you, aunt"
SO Jane spent the night In tears. and
in the morning Aunt Dlnker went to
the city, taking with her little Richard.
Jane suffered great deal that day.
and when Mt night she saw Aunt Dink
| err return alone she could not find voice
| to speak to her But the old lady was
in good spirits. She sat down before
the fire with her shawl on and told
Jane how pleased Richard was with the
| journey and how Miss Speers had ad-
mlred him. And Jane brought her the
tea and she took 1t sitting by the fire,
but still kept her shawl on; and. more
over, the shawl looked curlously thick
and bunchy.
Once before had Jane seen the same
thing. and It had resulted In the APP
pcarance OF somebody's work-box. Her
heart misgave her.
"Aunty." she sald In trembling tones.
''are you coldT
"Not particularly" said Miss Dinker.
''Then sha'n't take your shawlT
"When ask you to do So"
Jane was silent Old Miss Dinker
fldgeted. Finally Jane burst into re-
proaches.
''Oh, auntyl couldn't you help disgrace
Ing my poor boy. to steal in New York.
where they have no mercy on you. and
ut the school. where | hoped he could
hold his head as high as any one? Oh,
aunt. aunt"
you ought to be ashamed Of your
self, Jane. I've been n good aunt to
you; and as for the school, I never
touched n thing. l put my hands in
my muff. and sat Just so, and mnde
pint of It. And It's nothing much to
make n fuss over 1t. I took 1t almost
without thinking. 1t came in so
handy"
"What is III" asked Lane. desper-
ately.
"Well. I'll tell you" said Aunt Dink-
er; land If they want 1t they can have
It. From the school to the depot there
came up n rain. had on my best bon
net, so | looked about me. and there
was n church open and in I popped.
"Well, rs | stood there, out came n
gentleman that knowcd was the clcr-
gyman, and says he: Walk In ma'am
and wait for the rain to be over
There's n fire In the vestry.' And he
left me before the crate I'm the incest
little room. And | waited until the
streets were dry. The sexton came and
talked to me. and told how they'd been
n weddin' there. and they'd just gone.
And somehow. when l got Into the
street, this was under my shawl"
"Shc's committed sacrllcge Mt last ="
cried Jane. "Oh, dearl oh, dearr'
"'Tain't neither" cried Aunt Dinker
Its only n shabby old book" And as
she spoke she unfolded her shawl and
tossed upon the table dingy leathern
tome, on the covers of which was
marked In black letters:
Marriage register Of st. Grace's
Church, 1S60-1S73."
Jane seized upon 1t with low cry.
"St. Grace's Church, she said. Aunt,
aunt, that was the name. That was
where | was married" And her trem-
bling fingers turned over the pages, and
her eyes sought out the date, and sud
denly glittered with Joy. 1T is herer'
she cried. "here, herel hcrew and cast
herself down upon the floor and sobbed
ms she had never sobbed before for very
thankfulness; while Miss Dinker, bend
Ing over the pages, saw written there,
In plain, old-fashioned hand:
ION the Goth of June, by me, Oliver
Sparkle. Captain Richard Murphy to
Jane Dlnker. spinster. OF the town of
Cumminsecd. n. ].
"Witness-B. Brltters, Clerk"
When Jane Murphy arose from the
floor she was nm altered woman. Proof
of her matron dignity and OF her boys
birthrlght was in her hands, and before
the next shutdown all Cummnsecd
knew the truth. The pastor of st.
Grace's came from New York at her
summons to swear to his book and his