The Kinsley graphic. [volume] (Kinsley, Kan.) 1890-1940, 1900-06-29
Primrose bit her tongue hard I,

Primrose bit her tongue hard to
crowd back a cry.
Sam saw mischief ahead when. sud-
denly, he saw Jake striding through
the garden. and judged it wise to go
home-for a season.
The south porch grew warm, so
Primrose gathered up her treasures
and carried them into Miss AbigaiPs
room. When two naughty boys crept
cautiously round the house, an hour
later, there was no small figure on
the steps. They looked at each other
with disappointed eyes, when soft
singing from the north room betrayed
their victim. In twinkling they dis
appeared round the corner.
Suddenly the hush was broken by a
harsh explosion. To Primrose's hor-
seemed to have no end. Covering
close to the bed she buried her head
in the clothes. What would come
next?
Nothing came. The familiar sounds
were taken up again. She could hear
Jake moving in the lower meadow.
Sparrows wrangled outside the win
dow. She buried her head and waited
and, so waiting, fell asleep.
The kitchen clock striking II woke
her. For a moment she was confused,
then something unusual aroused her.
There was an acrid odor in the air.
her eyeballs stung, the room looked
haZy. Why. it was smoke!
AS she started up. every sense alert,
she heard an ominous cracking. Out
through the kitchen and round the cor
ner of the house she flew. Pushing
through a tangle of lilac bushes she
reached the place of the explosion. How
it happened nobody could ever explain.
Perhaps smoldering cracker alone
was responsible, but creeping flames
were now curling along the edges of
the clapboards and eating through to
Miss AbigaiPs chamber.
Primrose turned and ran wildly to
the barnyard, whence she could see the
lower meadow. Jake" she screamed.
The moving machine paused and the
man looked up. Fire! Fire!" she
danced up and down. waving her arms
frantfcaIIy, then, feeling that she must
do something more, ran to the well.
But. tug as she might. her small arms
could mot stir the windlass.
A sudden thought stopped her. Miss
AbigaiTs treasures were in danger!
Wreaths of smoke were coming
through the Kitchen door. For min
ute she hesitated, then, drawing
long breath, darted across the kitchen
and into the bedroom.
A line of flame was blinking be-
meath the window-she must be quick,
The heavy mahogany drawer stuck.
then yielded With hot haste she
grouped for the family bundIing
them in her skirt Coughing and half
blind, she felt her way to the he'd,
sweeping the beloved dishes and her
dear dolls on top of her burden
Something dashed into the yard.
That something was the astonished
lLightning. urged by an energetic whip
White and wild-eyed, Miss Abigail pre-
cipitated herself from the wagon
"Jake," she screamed, as the man
ran past with dripping buckets.
"where's Primrose?''
''Blest if / KNOW he gasped. III
have this out in a fifty"
"Auntie, I've got 'emt" pfped a
shrill voice from the kitchen door. and
Primrose. with something bundled in
her Bingham apron, ran coughing,
laughing and crying to meet her. drop
ping family dolls and dishes at her
feet.
But, strangely enough, Miss Abigail
tramped on the pictures as she seized
| Primrose in her arms. ooh. my little
one! My deart~ was all she could say
d. she held her close.
Primrose ventnredl TO stroke her wet
| cheek: Il 'membered you said you
cared more for the pictures than for
anything she whispered.
''But l care for one thing more. and
| Miss Abigail kissed the surprised face.
''An' there warn't mite of danger"
Jake declared afterward. 'Aliss Abby
can't see enough of that child. 1t
must hev been workin' in her all
| along.'-Marion Dickinson. in Farm
| and Home.