The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1898-07-20

daughter, 81 must put him into the
Red Book" And she gave gentle
sigh as she spoke, for the names in
the Red Book we're already numerous.
"What has he done, granny?"
Doreen Golding dropped the much.
hated sampler she was working and
pushed back the golden curls that
would fall into her eyes. HAS he
killed somebody, or drupk poison, or"
her blue eyes growing large with
sudden interest," he been ship
wrecked, and was he starving, and did
he eat up all the other peoples in the
boat one by one?"
"Doreen,' said Mrs. Moneypenny,
severely, "you are an extremely
naughty little girl If you were older
should almost think that you had
been reading my newspapers. Con
tinue your work at once.
81 haven't read any old newspa-
pers," answered Doreen in an injured
tone of voice; "you told me yourself,
granny"
81 told your' The old lady held
up her hands in horror at the very
idea.
''Yes, you did, granny" persisted
Doreen, standing up, defiant little
figure; "when you read anything in
the paper that makes You feel sorry
you say Poor mani or Poor womanH
and then you go on reading and begin
thinking out loud, and you say,
Fancy killing his poor little girl!
Dear, dearl Just n fit of temper; or
starving, dying of thirst; dear mel 1
might have done it myself; one never
knowsr You tell me bit about
everything, and 1 make believe the
rest. When l can't make it all out /
ask Sophie. Sophie always tells me
Just what want to know"
"Doreenl You are very naughty
little girl indeedr' gasped the old
lady, clutching hold of her newspaper
with both hands. "Sophie is very
good girl-she never reads the news
papers"
'Yes, she does, granny" asserted
Doreen, gathering up colony of dolls
from the hearth rug as she spoke, ''she
loves it as much as you do. / always
tell her when you've read anything
specially dreadful, and she says Law,
Miss Doreenl I'll be sure to read it
this very night What has the man
done, granny"
Nothing that is at all proper to
tell little girls or servants" answered
Mrs. Moneypenny, stiiiy. "You are
very strange child, not at all like
what your dear mother used to be.
Go away and play in the garden,
Doreen."
Doreen hesitated and then obeyed,
determined to find out what the man
in the newspaper had done for Sophie
as soon as possible.
Mrs. Moneypenny lived toward the
close of the nineteenth century, but she
belonged in spirit to the eighteenth.
She wore long silk mittens, puce-
colored silk dress that fell around her
in voluminous folds and a cap with
lace lappets that rested lightly upon
her gray, corkscrew curls. She
washed the china herself after break
fast and tea. She owned stillroom
and rejoiced in its mysteries. Her hall
and sitting room were scented with
potpourri and her linen press with
lavender. Her bed was warmed every
night with warming pan, and when
she had u cold she sat with her fe t
in hot mustard and water and drank
.treacle-posset. Also, she wore GO
loshes whenever it was wet and d d
an immense amount of worsted needle
work. Her grandchild was the Off
spring OF the nineteenth century; so
was Sophie, the maid of all work. Oc-
casionally the two centuries disagreed
and met in combat, but, owing per-
haps to certain stateliness in its
representative, the eighteenth century
more often than not drove the nine
teenth off the field.
Mrs. Moneypenny was oldfashioned
enough to believe in prayer She be-
lieved in its efficacy so firmly that her
household believed in it also, which is
saying q good deal. She was as method
icsl over her religious duties as she
was in worldly matters. She prayed
whenever she saw a sad sight, heard a
sad story or read of sin, sorrow or
death. Then, II she considered the
case important. she entered it into a
certain red-covered book and spent
the greater part of every Sunday af-
ternoon in going through its contents,
mentioning each itsm in turn and
praying about each with all the fervor
Of her warm old heart. Age is some-
times Grabbed and unlovely. Prayer
kept the currentof Mrs. Moneypenny' Is
lie fresh and sweet, and who can tell
how far-reaching may have been the
influence Of that book? Several pages
ct the end were left blank 80 that
Mrs. Moneypenny could record when
ever her prayers brought forth visible
fruit. When such items could be hon,
estly entered she was proud old
lady indeed.
Some weeks previously the loss oi
. small china hen caused Mrs. Money
penny great perturbation, '
u W fsyorits plaything Of her
6rasldapshtsr's end lived generally