The Denison review., 1899-06-16

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ground. He lifted the curtain higher
md looked out blindly into the dark
ness Allen thought that he heard him
sigh. So did Morton. Morton was
Just little man when once he was con-
vinced.
81 say, fellows" he whispered eS-
citedly, when Townsend had been re-
called to his duties by a boiling over
Of the teakettle that threatened to put
out the fire in the CRATE. Il say, fell
lows, don't believe he likes doing 1t,
llfter all.'
Townsend had lifted the kettle from
the fire and was making tea in, a
brown teapot with a broken spout.
While it was sleeping he picked up
the pieces of the shattered plate from
the hearth where the old woman had
tossed it when she had finished her
omelet.
Here's your tea" came distinctly
through the window few minutes
later. "What will you stir 1t with to-
dayT'
He turned to motley collection Of
articles on shelf at the old womans
side. She selected a toothbrush, at
which Townsend was seen by his de-
lighted friends to make grimace.
"1'm ready; go on" they heard her
say. Townsend, seated on the tables
edge, In close proximity to his cooking
appurtenances, swung his legs idly and
began to sing 1.-The Sunshine Of Para
disc Alley"
"Well, I'll-bAhanged," said Chad
wick.
The tea and the music seemed to
have composing influence upon the
old woman. The incessant swaying Of
her body ceased. Only the nervous
hands beat continual time with the
toothbrush against the teacup.
II went through pork establish
ment the other day." said Townsend.
resting his elbow on his knee and his
chin on his hand, ''and there learned
the intimate connection between the
rendering of pig products and the rem
dering of song. I stored the infor
nation in my memory to tell you"
The old woman showed some inter-
est. ,a
s'1n rendering pork, you know, you
try the fat, and in rendering song
you try the audience. See? i will
now illustrate the rendering of a
song" he went on hastily, seeing that
his patient was growing restless In her
effort to understand his nonsense.
He was singing Ben Bolt" in q
highly sentimental manner, and tears
were running down his hearers with
cred cheeks, when a step in the entry
caused an instant change In her de-
meanor. Springing to her feet, she
flung her teacup straight at the door.
Townsend sprang from the table, and
caught it neatly on the fly.
"Out" cried Grimston, under his
breath.
'sHow has she been?' the newcomer
asked, with no trace Of surprise at the
warmth Of her reception. She was a
woman Of 40. tallland angular, and her
b features showed her kinship to the in
sane woman, her mother.
about as usual" returned Town
send, Il saved the cup to-day, you
see, but was too late for the plate -
Indicating the fragments on the table.
The listeners beneath the window
now thought it awise to make. good
their escape-all except. Allen e He
2 walked along slowly. after his friends.
Z who were running, in pursuit of an
electric car that had flashed by the
Z end Of the, alley, He let Townsend
come up with him.
"Hullo, old man, what are you doing
here?' = - - 7 50
/, Spying on you,", returned Allen,
frankly; and then made his confession,
ending WITH "Apd I,beg your pardon
with all my heart" .,s,.., ~
"Oh, that's, all, right" said Town.
send, much embarrassed. ''They're
Just two old women / found out about.
The daughter makes neckties, and she
has to deliver them at a shop IN the
square every day at s O'clock, 50 Il ]
I. can stay with the mother while, she's
out she can keep her Job you see.
i Then 1t saves her some trouble IL the
Z old woman has her supper while she's
gone. ''iIt amuses me, too," ha added
rather shamefacedly. a.t, .,.,.F
Allen never told Townsend who had
been his companions in the reconnoi'
tering expedition, but It was not hard
to guess at some of them. Chadwick
came to Townsend. next day with
Il say, I've got some money here
that got the other night-no matter
how-and I don't like to keep 1t. Dc
you know any poor people that il
would help?" '''j' ''. .5
And, Morton, who had cut several
recitations for the purpose of going
into Boston to. make some purchases
brought big bundle Of silks, saying:
"Old man, Allen tells me that you
know woman who makes neckties
VIII you get her to make me some ou,
of these? Pretty, aren't theyY he
added. sheeptshly. sN isss
And Grimston, VINO was fond OF an
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