The people's journal. (Pickens, S.C.) 1891-1903, 1899-07-20
BORROWING A NEWsP APER.

1ntber Garter put his head out OF the
aittjno room door and spoke sharply.
Yen" Cyrus approached with easy
moderation and held 1t out.
"Well, guess you stopPea, 70 rnm pill
1t on q hand-press; l oon % hnO" nn,'r.
s,nvness from" Mr.. Luther Carter
peorossed tho room to his easy chair,
aS;usting his spectacles on the way.
His motions were all deliberate, anc
suggested q probable reason Tor little
CYRUS slowness.
Mrs. Luther Carter glanced up de-
nrecstingly from her mending. NOW,
Luther" she said, with meek dlsaP'
probation in her voice. " Now, Luth-
or, you haven't been borrowing Andrew
CANDLES newspaper again
"That's hitting the nail higher on
the head than you ever did before,
Jane Ellen !"
But you borrowed 1t yesterday,
Luther, and day before, and day before
"And day before that--keep her
agoin, Jane Ellen. guess you can go
ns far back as the flood" Mr.. Carter's
laugh cackled unmelodiously behind
" But It's dreadful mortifying to me:
Luther, anyway. 1t does seem as II
we might take q newspaper ourselves,
and lend instead OF borrow, spell.
Then we'd see how it fecls.'
One spectacled eye appeared ABOVE
It's mate. Little Mrs: Luther withered
under them. She fumbled for a new
needle, clicking the scissors and spools
together, nervously. She had never
ventured upon 80 bold q suggestion
before, and already WAS deeply ropen-
tant.
"Jane Ellen, you better darn those
stockings, and | guess you can do 1t
easier II you keep your lips shut-to."
In at the open window stole pleasant,
hower.swoetened watts OF summer air.
Incessant, keen insect voices buzzed and
clicked and sang. Within, for while,
there WAS no sound but the gentle
crackle of Andrew Candles news
paper then Luther Carter spoke with
q grufT attempt at apologetic goot
humor.
"When Pm in Andrews luck, an
IN uOcle ! mover had and WASH
nau.ed after dies and leaves mo
pretty little mess Of money, I'll TAX
the paper, Jane Ellen. guess ii
then 'twont hurt Andrew II do borro
his"
"That was good while ago.
should have thought Andrew'd sper
1t all long ago, Luther, building barr
and things as he did"
Luther Carter suddenly laid dow
the paper. Ho gave startled cry.
My good land, what Is it, Luther
You look all struck ina heap - o,
claimed his wife.
He's dead, Jane Elton -
Who's dead !" Her voice ros
shrill and anxious.
Andrew is-Andrew Gamble. II
died this morning-'as wo 20 to press
it says. There's q black mark u
round tho ootice. l guess Marriott
was thinking to send it to Johns fols
1t clean takes my breath away I"
Andrew Gamble dead ! | can't b
lieve IT, Luther--It Isn't possible !
guess wo shouldn't have to lind it 0
In the newspaper"
We'll, read it for yourself, the
Jane Ellen"
Ing the limos together with scare
distressed faces. 1t was % small shoe
whose local columns stood out, bold
prominent. 1t was the only iai
newspaper in tho thrifty town OF s.
Andrew Gamble doad Andre
Gamble Why, he lived just hous
or two beyond. How could he die an
they not know 1t at once ? But thel
1t was: "As We 20 to pross, the pair
full nows reaches us OF the sudden dcat
OF our much-osteemed and we'll know
citizen, Andrew Gamble. 1t is too lat
70 obtain particulars Of tho sad ever
for to-day's Issue"
Luther Carter went to the door an
called. "Cyry Cyry," imperativcl,
edge OF chair, awed by the solemnit
In his par ents' faces.
"Cyry, did you 500 An-did you &c
the folks when you wont to borrow tn
paper ?"
Mrs. Carter groaned softly an
wiped her oycs on Cyrus undarne
sock.
Nope-guess there wasn't anybod
at home 1t looked all kind Of shu
up"
Mrs. Carter groaned again. "Dldn'
you, 500 anybody, Cyry ?" persisted
Luther. Now you think real hard
who came to the door ?"
Nobody did. walk cd In, after II
Kept knocking while"
But who gave you the newspaper
Cyry1 Now you think"
Cyrus began to look embarrassed un
DER this fire Of mysterious questions.
Well, nobody gave me the pape,
l took II. It's always lying on tn
table, waiting to be taken. l gues
Mrs. CANDLES got sick Of getting /
ior me; and last time she told mo to e.
into the sitting-roOm and get it mysol
had TO hunt all round. 1t was unde
o,,e ene SOFA sois' Say, pa, why don't we tax
Did abe look as II she'd been cry
Ing, Cyry% quavered Mrs. Carter.
n,o.n alon't see hor, | aid--only he
picture hanging up. That looked res
solemn. guess somebody was CRYING
though, somewhere. heard sniff
sound real loud"
Luther and Mrs. Luther gazed grave
~ at each other, signing.
hariettas such sensitiye woma
poor Marietta !" 1nurmured littl
mrs. Luther, tearfully.
she rose suddenly, upsetting tn
earning. basket. Pm going rio r
down 40, there" she said. II feel as
ia ought to. If can't be any othe
comfort TO Marietta, can wash up til
dinner dishes and trim lamps. Cvr
you run and get my shawl"
Sha lOplroa