Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1899-08-30

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The steely eyes softened still more
and fixed themselves like those of one
hypnotized. The full, proud mouth
grew tender.
There was clump of rosemary in
mothers garden" so ran his thoughts
land near it was great mat of Glove,
pinks. They bloomed in June. I car
smell them now. There was huge
bush of southernwood there, too, and
some tawny lilies, and spiderwort, and
monkshood, and striped grass. Strange
how the old names come hack to me!
The lilac bushes in the corner were like
trees 70 me in those days. I used to sit
under them and play at matching
blades of striped grass with sister
Mary, and wonder why her hands were
so white, and why mother never let he1
work hard. 1 know now. She faded
away and died, and there was only me
left. I remember those Sundays in
summer, when was not allowed to PLAY
or run about. How long they were, and
how hot! Like to-day, but with such a
difference! Mother always had a
spray OF rosemary and a pink folded in
her handkerchief when we started for
the meeting house, and some caraway
seed in her pocket, which she gave me
now and then during the service when
she saw l was almost asleep. I taste
them now and smell the rosemary and
the pinks, and the pine odors coming in
at the open window, and the varnish
on the pews, all mingled together. And
l hear the creaking of the women's
fans, and the horses whinnying under
the shed behind the meeting house,
and the minister's droning voice-now
it all comes back to me!
land Abby-Abby Grover-her folks
pew was across from ours, and l used
to try my best to make her laugh in
meeting, but I don't think ever sue
ceeded. She was a nice girl, Abby was.
Not pretty, but with something about
her that was better than beauty. And
her eyes and hair were really lovely. I
remember.
"Abby generally wore sprig of rose
over to see her Sunday nights in sum-
mer. That was after we grew up. We
used to sit on the orchard wall and talk
until the; whippoorwiIls began crying,
and Abby's mother would come to the
door and say the dew was falling and
she guessed we better come in.
II fancy did most of the talking,
though, for Abby was one of your ST.
lent, deep sort. I told her all my plans
for getting away from the farm and
making my fortune in the city. And
she would listen patiently, though 1
must have been a terrible bore, and
look at me with her nice clear eyes and
say: How ambitious you are, Joey!'
Joey! Fancy anyone calling me Joey
now!
"And how proud she was of me when
I began to get on in the world-and
she helped me, too, Abby did. She lent
me her little savings from school-teach-
ing, and, later on, when the farm came
to her, she raised money on that to start
me in business. Is there anything a
woman will not do for a man she
loves?"
At this point the color deepened on
the old gentleman's forehead and a
deep breath like sigh expanded his
glistening shirt front.
'Of course, paid her back, every dol
lar, with interest,"" went on his
thoughts, land I meant to keep my
promise of marriage, too. 1t was Abby
herself who broke the engagement
when she found out that loved another
girl better. It was the right thing. She
did not seem to take it much to heart,
either; but she never married. At least
never heard that she did. 1t is rs
years or more since I saw the old place.
There was nothing to draw me there
after the old folks died. I wonder-I
wonder what become~of Abby! Dead,
probably. She would be an old woman
if she were living not so very old
either. She was two years younger
than I, and I am not yet turned 65-'
A clerk came in and laid telegram
on the desk. The old gentleman took
it. The steely look came back to his
eyes. 8
The old woman in the black shawl
was still standing on the street corner.
She looked tired and anxious, and the
plants in the! basket had wilted sad
ly. The cars looked more alike than
ever, and she. did not dare to stop one.
A policeman on the corner had scowled
at her unpleasantly two or three times,
and Aunt Abby felt almost ready to
drop, what with the heat and the ia
tigue and the dread that the police
man might speak to her, and she be
hopelessly disgraced thereby.
Suddenly her face. broke into a de-
lighted smile: A ruddy, youngish man
came hurrying up to. her. i -
.sWall, there! exclaimed. Aunt Abby,
as<he shook. hands with her and kissed
her, and began asking questions and
answering them all in the same breath.
."Wall, there, now, William Henry, il
that don't beat ail!" 49, :. s: =. I
Then she told :howHshe had waited
in the station, and then on the street
corner, until she was ..all het mp and
had left her palm-leaf fan on the train,
and wondered II the plants would come
mp again, and asked how Lucills was.
etc. ss s=s.s III. ].
Meantime the man had picked op the
black .satchel and the basket and kus-
tied Aunt Abby good-naturedly into the
car, and the two were gone.
And the sprig oty svsemary lay for
gotten on the floor under the cid gen.
tlelpa ms feet look T.5z zz5S