The Manning times. [volume] (Manning, Clarendon County, S.C.) 1884-current, 1898-11-16
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branches above. Mercy, child, where
were you? Why do you always have
that book?''
''It is not that book. it is another.
Father and Think schools are t:saorec-
uble, so study by myself Learn all
over just what wish to, and every FRI
day evening father and Ivisii together
ard tell him what do not know. You
see when people have not got much
but each other they think a good deal
of each other. Folks say have lost
my mother, but father said that am
not real we'll acquainted with anybody
but old nurse, who looks like your
Cathy, and father; we cannot stay here.
much longer now; 1 thought would
tell you. We like corners; you always
find something nice around a corner;
the city is full of corners, so think
we will go away socn," and blue eyes
met blue eyes. At that instant the thud
of hoofs was heard, and away down the
drive and out into the road ran the
child. Mrs. Winters hastened into her
kitchen. That evening closed in early
full of darkness and storm. Heaven
and earth seemed to shake beneath the
mighty tread of its approach. Light
ming cut the air, thunder rolled; the.
creek a quarter mile above the Nest
rose defantly so that fording was made
impossible, and the bridge might easily
be missed in such night. Girlie, who
had been studying up thunderstorms
of late, desired her father to neither
stand nor to run if ever caught by one,
tall, pointed objects being fine marks"
Several persons watched from windows
the increasing gloom and fury without
when dinner was called, but scarcely.
were they seated at table when the
waitress appeared at her mistress ell
bow. The ,school-teacher at the pro-
fessor's was very i'll; no doctor to be
found. Would Dr.. Flint accompany the
messenger
Grille uttered an involuntary "0h!'
Mrs. Winters not word nor even raised
her eyes. Cyrus Flint rose and strobe
from the room. He reappeared be-
capped and becloaked and opened the
outer door. Bools was there with two
horses and a lantern, under whose red
glover glistened the. coats OF rider
and horse. a fierce gust Of wind met
him, but he made his way out.
"Father!" the doctor bent from his
saddle; "hold this high and sat low,'
and the little figure stood on its tips
toes and reached up small sunshade-
that precious blue silk parasol-sacri5-
feed by warm little heart to cleo
tric greed, confident that surrounding
that beloved head it would be quite
"tall" enough and pointed" enough
to avert attack. "Bless you, sweetheart.
Take her in," he cried; but Cathy's
arms were already about her and she
was carried in while her father rode
away into the wild night.
The chime-like stroke Of the great
clock was telling II when a violent
knock came on the kitchen door and
Boo.s' voice was heard. Catby set the
door ajar when Bools pushed it open
and entered, followed by neighboripg
farmhands bearing rude litter upon:
which was stretched form whose gar
ments, as did those of the other men,
dripped water which trickled right:
and left over the polished ioor. The
cook wrung her hands.
"oh. my. Oh, my! Is he killed or
drowned that you fetch him on raft,
and his fatherless babe above stairs.
Oh, my! Oh, my!"
"Hist! Where's the lady?S But Mrs..
Winters, her eyes wide and full OF
alarm, already stood on athresho.d
reckoning. Bring him this way into
the bedroom, and do you, Boo.s, watch
all the trains and catch the first doc
tor who comes" Then she and Cathy
worked over the injured man until day
break with which came Bools and Dr..
Hale.
Late in the afternoon Dr.. Flint wax
ened, conscious and oDservant. An anx-
ious face was bending over him, and
before its owner could withdraw the.
doctor grasped two small hands,
'Reta! My Reta! I see all now. Some
thing has shadowed me persistently
since the night I arrived For two
years have dreamed of you by night
and searched for you by day. Reta!
my wife!"
Mrs. Winters Flint sobbed as she hid
her face on his arm.
81 went directly to Paris where /
came to myself and solemnly abjured
my base vanity. I did indeed! Uncle
Cook returned with me in the fan and
we have been here ever since. l, watt
ing and watching for my husband. for
I knew he would also return sooner or
later to find me. Oh, Cyrus, it was my
PRIDE, not my heart, which went astray
my false pride, but renounced it .
long ago!'
$50 round this corner in their streets OF
life
They, on a sudden, ciasped them with