Rogue River courier. (Grants Pass, Or.) 1886-1927, 1901-10-24
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concerts and teas and bores
In general" Sue complained, lugubri-
ously.
But even tired people must help
each other Mae insisted Let us
ask Mrs. Brelle TO suggest some
thing"
The pretty widow was in n ham
mock, with Barnes in chatting dis
tance on the piazza steps, and she
did not welcome interruption.
"Will you2" called Joe, upon her ST.
lence.
"Will l what?" pouting
Help us to help Unc' Shucks?"
"And who" only half hiding a
yawn, sis he?"
"IIe IL old and poor and blind" e1-
planned Mae, making her climax with
most sweet compassion.
And black" add d practical Louise,
"as the ace Of spades
The pretty widow looked bewitch-
ingly reproachful. "No country poor
llbu0f4 Nllt luhl llllulfus
A rather chilled silence fell upon
the piazza group. Macs sensitive face
flushed. Barnes went up the steps to
her side.
1--WE cannot spare old Shucks TO go
there" he said, and enviously watched
0,ck Of moonlight bending to the
ripplcs OF her hair.
"ThanlS you"-shy, sweet eyes
you help?'
He wanted to tell her that he would
beg, dig, hurn-do any outlandish
dangerous deed she willed; but the
words halted, lie only got a bit red
and nodded.
"Oh, il he's pet" said Mrs Brelle,
sulhly, wed lest take up collec-
tion-that is the shortest way out OF
such auuoyanccs."
Hes in the turn OF the road, go-
ing ont to the golf links" Louise put
in, rcncctWely; she was housekeeper
and found provisions an casicr meth
of cho.ity than cash. "Whcu we 20
by for the big game next Tuesday we
might give him donation party"
There was a murmur Of applause,
TO which Mrs. Rrrlle added a soft
hand-clRpping. The act displayed
both hands and rings, and she smiled
with pleasure over them.
VERY wcll,' she nssented, gracious
ly; "I'll Send barrel Of flour"
Mae threw grateful kiss from her
finger tips, hut the widow was look
ing to Harnes and missed It.
Good nights were beginning. Get
ting from her hammock, the pretty
widow gave little start OF alarm
such shrill weird cull had rung out
OF the grove: "Who-w who!"
"Scrccch owl" announced Joe. And
Barnes added, in appropriately scpul-
chral tones, the old saw: when a
scrccch owl calls, witches answer"
"I hope he isn't calling his witches"
said Mae, Ito uuc' Shucks' donation"
"Thcy'rc worse than witches"
Joe, "who have that business
in hand. just don't let them forget
tobacco, and unc' shucks' luck is Sc
cure"
"l he has tobacco"
$50 Ike Mae" said Louise, "to take
tobacco first"
"Ncu "a pipe" Joe protested grave
ly puts heart into man"
Aud nest In value" suggested
Rarucs, "sholl we sprinkle him with a
little silver?"
"Dou't tell me any more" cried
Mae, I'm 900 happy"
The pretty widow was coming up
the steps and noted the girls face,
and how rorucs sought the light OF
IT, She followed 10 Macs door.
"Cuu l come in, dear, for min
ute?'
Mae drew up coy chair and wait
ed 0hScrtly beside II, Her eyes were
stin radiant, dreamy look in them.
happy aud shy, The tone OF Barncs'
voice fingered with her and the look
that ,a'd good night" Hard to strike
such a face frightened and white. hut
the pretty widow smiled and com
passed H.
You must forgive me. love, for
limiting that your hnpulsive ways are
liable 20 bc misiutcrprcted.'
81 beg pardon" growing attentive
with a start. "Whot did YOU sayq"
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