The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1901-12-05

! home fire burning here, and provided
for their three children as well as she
could while he was at the front. All
summer she had heard no word Of him.
and when, one autumn day. man IN
a military cloak rode to the door on n
white horse her heart beat quick
Does Ruth Fuller live here| he
says, holding thick letter In his hand
Eyes, am Ruth Fuller" ana grand
mother reached eagerly for the letter,
for she saw the address In her hus-
bands handwriting.
1.-The postage Is two shlllln's.'
Grandmother's countenance fell.
There wasn't so much money in the
house.
Guess you don't know me- remark
ed the man, opening his cape and tip
ping back his cooked hat, but still hold
ing the letter. She knew him then;
an enemy capable of a mean revenge.
"Ah, yes you remember Tom Tur-
ner, and how he asked you to marry
him, and you give him NO, l thankee,
and took John Fuller. | wasn't good
enough to marry We, but I'm good
enough now to bring We letters from
the man that did; and I'm good enough
to charge We steep price for goin' out
O my way. So hand over your two
shillin's and take your letter"
The poor woman told him she had no
money. TO be held up in this heartless
and insulting way was a bitter hurt /
to bear. Her grief was deeper than
her resentment but she was too proud .
to let the cruel fellow see her weep.
Il will get you a good dinner" she
said, land feed your horse and give
you a pair of nice long stockings"
1t was a humiliation to plead with
Tom Turner, but she could do no less.
Money or nothin'," he says. And he
put the letter in his pocket and role
away.
Grandmother went into the house
and sat down and cried; and her chill
dren, clinging about her, cried. too.
During her long months of waiting. at
odd hours she had spun, and woven
cloth, and sewed garments, and knit
tel wooden stockings for Johns win
ter comfort, trusting to find some way
to send them to him. Now tine messen-
ger had come and gone who could at
least have carried word, and he had
refused even to give her her hus-
bands letter. $
Ma, God knows what the had man
lid sobbed one of the little ones. He q
Knows what nice things you've made y
Tor pa and He'll send a good man next
line" a
The baby's thought relieved rho L
mothers despair, and the three lonely /,
hearts prayed and waited anxiouslv :
or the next time;" and. sure enough.
'eIore winter came they saw the same d
white horse galloping toward the y
louise He's brought the letter backr, y
hey all cried out together. for they "
believed the rider to be the same man |,
Grandmother rushed from the door y
win all her children. The horsamor u
ield out the same letter. ana as no a.
raVely put it into her hands She u
laneed up to his face and screamed for OF
oy. 'O'
John. 1t is you.' sc
II did not take her husband lon, 70 pc
Ell the rest Of the story. Tom Tu.ner II
az returned to headquarters ana ono Ut
ight' made talkative by an extra ra ga
on OF rum. he had Dragged how no IA
got even with an old sweetheart who Al
lied him. His exploit reached ,ho er
irs OF his commanding officer who I'll
'oS away his commission and mn, NM, er
randIather in his place. The na,y Oh
DIST rider had brought his own lotto. OF
his wife. 1t was the first rural frea IN
eiivery in Mansfield town.-Yontb.s
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