Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1900-09-28

II TOOul Will d uVWl VI SpihtthihS
that steamed and was good to
smell. "I've made her some moss tea.
with plenty of lemon in it. She'll
come out all right. I've put her to
bed. But, Richard"
Aunt Faith paused and waved her
spoon toward her brother. Her pleas
ant face was as stern as 1t could be.
81 think it was time for me to come,
the way you've been letting that child
go round without rubbers all night
long, and eat chocolates on rainy
| days."
In moments of mild excitement
Aunt Faiths modifying clauses were
apt to be annexed to the wrong words.
II found one under her pillow this
morningr' she added, severely.
"Eh? oh, chocolates-is it worse
to eat 'em rainy days?" Richard Pyle
asked, with meek humor You see,
Faith, the child is fond of chocolates,
and she isn't of rubbers. What are
you going to do:"
II know what I'm going to do"
Aunt Faith said, briskly. She crossed
the room and prodded the big man
| in the rocker affectionately with her
teaspoon. you're man-that's your
only fault, Richard. \ man can't
bring up a girl-it was time for me
to Gomez
Aunt Faith had sighed a little unob-
trusively whenever she thought of her
trim garden girdled home, which she
had left for this big city house, set
in the midst of noises and dust and
confusion. But now, with something
to do, she hurried cheerfully away
to Faith lis room.
"Yes dear, here l Gomez she called.
"And I'm going to steep you and toast
you and cure you in the blink of a
cats eye! Drink this nice hot tea
don't tell me it isn't deliciousw
"Why, it is!' murmured little Faith
in surprise-Faith IL, they called her
when Aunt Faith was about. The
girl was flushed and feverish and her
voice choked hoarsely. 1t was good
to be tucked up and mothered, and
she submitted readily. In a little
while she was asleep.
"Richard," Aunt Faith said abrupt
ly, when she was in the sitting room
again, with her work, what do you
know about Barry Lincoln"
"Eh? Barry Lincoln?"
Eyes, Barry, not Abraham. AS far
ms l can make out, he's a boy. But
that"
The big rocker stopped creaking.
"What in the world!' the man cried,
gazing across the table at Aunt Faiths
placid face.
II want to know all about him,
that's what. Faith is good deal ex-
ercised because she won't be able to
go to the next lecture with him. I'm
exercised, too. She says he's certain
to invite her. She's been to all the
rest with him, Richard"
Has she? Yes, guess it was Bar
ry-I'd forgotten. The little witch has
SO many strings to her bow! She
queens it over the whole school down
there at Number Eleven"
But you didn't introduce me to
Barry Lincoln" Aunt Faith persisted.
''Tell me all about him. Who's his
father. Who's he? Is he a gentle
man, Richard?
Barry? Why, l suppose so-of
course! He's Ned Lincoln's boy-ought
to be a gentleman. Ned's up to the
mark. never spoke half dozen
words to the youngster himself"
you mean you never really knew
whether or not he was the right boy
to take Faith to lectures? And yet
you let him do it! WE'LL 1t was time
for me to comep' Aunt Faith said.
The fourth lecture In the art course
Wednesday evening. On Tuesday
Aunt Faith answered the postman's
whistle on her way up to Faith II.'s
room with her cruel. There was one
letter among the papers.
Miss Faith Margaret Pyle" Aunt
Faith read aloud. 1t was her own
name, and although she did not recog-
nize the handwriting, she opened the
letter in all honesty. why, bless
mew
She read the carefully-penned, elab-
orately-quirled little note through be-
fore she fully understood that it must
have been intended for her niece.
BLESS mew she cried, softly. Then
she set down her Cruel bowl and put
on her thinking cap.
Twice, three times Aunt Faith nod.
ded over her thoughts, and queer
little pair of twin twinkles crept into
her eyes.
Il think I'll-do it!'' she announced
to herself presently. Il think-I will
I'm Miss Faith Margaret Pyle; why
should not II"
She started back to the kitchen tc
heat the cooled Cruel Halfway down
the basement stairway she spoke
again, as if in self-iustification.
ut won't make a mite of difference
to Faithie-not a mite. She's too sick
anyway. And it's time somebody
found out things"
On Wednesday evening Aunt Faitl
went to Faith lis room IN hid he,