Griggs courier. (Cooperstown, Griggs Co., Dak. [N.D.]) 1885-1902, 1900-04-12

chief event of her day. She then loot;
time to look up and down the long viii
la9e street, to exchange greetings wit h
passers, to inquire about the SICK. and
to receive the latest bit of village news
She and her mother lived like two
sparroWs in the small, wcat her-Drown
house with the $500 mort gage On it
The debt had beer incurred i'm poor
fathers" time; and after his death the
two patient, toilin% women Strove vain
ly to reduce it. Whenever they had
saved few dollars OF tn" principal.
sewing would be slack. coal and pro-
visions higher taxes increased, or Mrs.
llillwould have One OF her poor spells,'
and the money would melt like spring
SNOW, leaving he debt no smaller.
Thusa had tried working in the silk
mill in the next village; but she was
far past youth. her fingers were too
rough and awkward for the delicate
winding and spooling. and her appre-
hension was slow. Her place was want
ed Tor younger, swifter worker and.
with humiliation and secret tears, She
took up again the making of sheets and
pillow cases, or the fashioning of sim
pie garments for children and unfas-
1idious help"
Standing at the gate her faded blue
eyes gazing into the perspective of the
quiet street. Thusa Hill did not look
like a subject for romance. The
straight. scant folds of dark blue cal
leo fell stitliy about her thin little fig
ure. the sun of early April cast chilly
CLEANS on the plain bands of ash-col-
ored hair done up in small knot, her
shoulders were curved and her chest
WAS hollow. Yet, in he wears gone by,
lovers voice had whispered to her on
long, sweet summer evenings, and
tender hand had stroked her brown.
abundant hair.
How different life might have been,
it Henry Gleason had not mislnder-
stood that ride with Nathan Burnside.
true, She had promised Henry that
she would be at home that evenings;
and when he met her driving with
Nathan-in answer to a sudden and
urgent appeal from Nath2n's sister
Henry had given her one swift look.
proud and stung. and had turned on
his heel. following in the dust of Ma
than's wheels.
islooll had aroused her defiance and
she would not send a word of self
Justification. He might have had more
faith in her-she had expected to be
home long before it was time for his
visit. And so. as young hearts are
prone to pride, the note was never
written, the word was never spoken
justly as Henry was entitled to it-and
weeks and months glided into years. till
Thusa was 40.
Henry had married his cousin.
feather brained, selfish creature, whose
own folly and vanity brought on her
death few years later. Now he lived
III his childless home. with hired farm
boy and a bustling housekeeper. On
winter evenings, sitting alone by the
fire, the thought of his early love some
times fitted across his mind. and he
felt sorry for her struggles. both be-
fore and after the death of her father.
But mans pride is a hard possession
say what YOU may about the obsti-
macy of a woman-and Henry Gleason's
was like the granite of his native New
England hills
Ihusa went into the house, stirred
the fire and filled the kettle Her
mother was hemming pillowcases in
the tiny sittingroom beyond. and
called out. as she heard her daughters
movements:
"Thcre's a few of those stewed
pr4lnes in the buttery, Thusa Couldn't
wthave them for supper instead of in
pie? lscem to crave something besides
tea and bread and butter. But it's Just
as you say"
"Of course we will have them for
supper. if you want them, mother"
said Thusa. 81 don't know as ] want
to spend time tomorrow rolling out a