The silver star., 1899-06-02
Borrowed News.

0iu you get tne paper, CyryT" Mr.
Luther Carter put his head out Of the
sitting room door and spoke sharply.
Yep" Cyrus approached with easy
moderation and held it out.
well. guess you stopped to print
1t on a hand-press. 1 don't know where
In the world you take your slowness
from" Mr.. Luther Carter recrossed
the room to his easy chair, adjusting
his spectacles ON the way. His mo-
tions were all deliberate, and suggested
probably reason for little Cyrus
slowness.
Mrs. Luther Carter glanced up de-
precatingly from her mending Now
Luther" she said, with meek disap-
probation in her voice. Nov, Luther,
you haven't been borrowing Andrew
Bamble's newspaper again?"
That's hitting the nail higher on
the head than you ever did before.
Jane Ellenv
But you borrowed it yesterday.
Luther, and day before, and day be-
fore that"
And day before that-keep her q
goin. Jane Ellen. guess you can go
as far back as the food" Mr.. Carter's
laugh cackled unmelodiously behind
the paper.
But it's dreadful mortifying to me,
Luther, anyway. It does seem as II we
might take a newspaper ourselves, and
lend instead of borrow. a spell. Then
we'd see how 1t feels"
One specialized eye appeared above
tho mn viv Rrx1v oh w
Its mate. Little Mrs. Luther withered
under them. She fumbled for q new
needle, clicking the scissors and spools
together nervously. She had never
ventured upon so bold q suggestion be-
fore. and already was deeply repentant.
Jane Ellen, you better darn those
stockings, and I guess you can do 1t
easier II you keep your lips shut-to."
In at the open windows stole pleasant,
flower -sweetened 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
newspaper; then Luther Carter spoke
with gruff attempt at apologetic good
humor.
when I'm in Andrews luck. and
the uncle never had and wasn't nam
cd after dies and leaves me . pretty
little mess Of money, I'll take the
paper. Jane Ellen. guess till then
'twont hurt Andrew II do borrow
his"
THAT was a good while ago. i
should have thought Andrew'd spent 1t
all long ago, Luther. building barns
and things as he did"
Luther Carter suddenly laid down
the paper. He gave startled CRY.
my good land, what il It, Luther?
You look all struck in Q heapw ex-
claimed his wife.
Hes dead, Jane Elem
Who's dead?" Her voice rose shrill
and anxious.
Andrew h-Andrew Gamble! He
died this morning-'as we go to press
1t says. There's q black mark all
round the notice. guess Marietta was
thinking to send II to Johns folks. It
clean takes my breath away!"
Andrew Gamble dead! can't be-
lieve 1t, Luther-it isn't possible!
guess We shouldn't have to nnd It out
In the Newspaper"
well. read It for yourself. then.
Jane Ellen"
They huddled over the paper. read
Ing the lines together with scared. dis
whose local columns stood out. boldly
prominent. II was the only daily pa
per In tho thrifty town Of s..
Andrew Gamble dead! Andrew
Gamble! Why. he lived Just a house
or two beyond. How could he die and
they not know It at once? But there
It was: "As we 60 to press, the pain
full news reaches US Of the sudden
death Of our much-esteemed and we'll
known citizen, Andrew Gamble. It Is
too late to obtain particulars Of the
sad event for today's ISSUE"
Luther Carter went to the door and
called, "Cyry! Cyry!" imperatively.
Cyrus shufled slowly in and sa& On the
edge Of . chair, awed By the 10lemnity
In his parents faces.
"Cyry, did you see An-did you see
the folks when you went to borrow the
paper?"
Mrs. Carter groaned softly and wiped
her eyes ON Cyrus undarned sock.
"Nope-guess there wasn't anybody
At home. It looked all kind Of shut
up"
Mrs. Carter groaned again. Didn't
you see anybody, Cyry?"" persisted
Luther. Nov you think real hard.
Who came to the door?'
Nobody did. walked in. after I'd
kept knocking . while"
"But who gave you the newspaper.
Cyryf Now you think"
Cyrus began to look embarrassed un-
der this nre Of mysterious questions.
well. nobody gave mo the paper.
took II. It's always lying on the
table, waiting to be taken. guess
Mrs. CANDLES got sick of getting II for
me: and last time she told me to 20
into the sitting-room and get II my
self. I had to hunt all round. It was
under the sofa. Say. p, why don't
We take our own paperr
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