The Savannah morning news. (Savannah, Ga.) 1900-current, 1900-09-09

slightly forced: Maybe you won't sell
Mitens-that may be bad luck. too-hut
you'H give this 20 Mrs Dawson. with my
complimentary the baby"
He held out a silver dollar. Dawson
made no motion to take Il. He looked
down at Abshire with snouldering eyes
until the man quaIled. Abshire was short.
stocky. rudy. with close clipped reddish
hair and beard. Dawson. lean. dark, mus
cular, lowered a head above him, and had
lank. sun-bieached locks blowing ali over
the collar OF his rusty coat
Keep your money-now you've got u,
Mr. Ahshire." he said slowly at last.
1T won't ever be names hetweenst US
again. now I've got my qulttanee in fun.
But remember this-I owe ye day IN
harvest. I'll pay Il some time-a Ions
day at that"
Ahshire laughed lusoientiy: you dis
app-,inf me Dawson" he said. Il had
thought you 100 much a man 20 sulk CT
whine over paying an honest debt"
You thought right amt whinin',"
Jimmy said. clambcring up beside his
wife: YOU know ! didn't know Il was
your money / borrowed-and you want
IN my place.
Certainly The house obstructs our
VIEW" Abshlre said.
Dawson's eyes hlazed: THE first O us
Dawsons got the land from che Injuna,
he said: II wanted TO pass Il on TO chill
dren o mine-jest as Il come to me
Mrs. Dawson laid silenciug hand on
his arm. He shook Il on. but just then
the baby began TO cry. ae though psnched
with cold for all the mothers euddling.
Poor little miter' he muttered. touching
the clumsy hooded head. ITO think
must take you five miles IN the teeth o
this wind-and then into a cold house,!
lie started up the mules. and soon had
them trotting al a rate which threatened
to wreck the towering load. The BABY
cried htfuliy. though his wife did her
best to hush Il. IL had been ailing AL
week lie almost wished he had pocketed
his pride. and begged Abshire 70 let him
wait his moving until the weather was
mildcr But mild days are not plenty IN
mldwlnter-least OF oil when che cold has
strengthened to a freezing new year. lie
had stayed over the day itself-it he moved
then he would be moving until the next
Christmas-and moving once was, 20 his
mind. sufficient FOR a lifetime.
4 wish you'd gos Us place In the
FAM" hts wife said ct last, not reproach-
fully. but with a soft plalntiveness In
hutely harder 10 bear. Jimmy signed
deeply. He could not tell the truth-that
he had humbled himself before Abshire,
hoping against hope to stay on IN his
home, and IN the end redeem IL. Ellen
would never have done that. She was
@ery proud. for all her soft ways.
Hadn't we better turn "a. here at tha
doctor's7" he asked as the wagon came
opposite a big gate. standing generously
wide. Mrs. Dawson shook her head;
DO you think there's timer che asked
'Irs past ~ now-and everything to do
when he get there. Baby's aseep--still
] wish the doctor"
The words ended IN n scream. She had
uncovered the tiny face cautiously. 10
md Il pinched and blue. the little lips
gaeping Dawson understood her inartie@
ulats cry. A turn OF the wrist sent the
mules through the gate. a cut OF the whip
set them into a dead run. M the ragged
drive. But IL was a limp and lifeess lit
ne body that Mrs. Dawson laid Ia Or.
Wharton's arms.
The lord gave the Lord hath taken
away" the kind doctor said Fevereuty.
grading the dead baby on one arm. ana
with the other pushing its distracted
mother into seat at the fireside. Mrs.
Wharton bent over her and put her arms
ahaut her, sohhing I'm silent sympathy.
She had lost n baby just the year before.
ard knew better than 20 mock this grief
with spoken comfort.
Dawson covered miserably at the other
side OF the fire. through ieaden heif-
hour. Then he got up and took MS deaa
child IN his Hrms. saying as ~ pressed
his rough cheek to H. waxen face. Ana
] have got to bury you. little one al 1y
yourself Abshlxe owns the graveyard