Hot Springs weekly star. (Hot Springs, S.D.) 1892-1917, 1901-06-21
CHAPTER vI1I.-tCnt.nued.J

sA' S"N 'Niu WI SiiIS toNsttt hcI. ltT'
sunbonnci hanging down her back. as
usual, and her checks flushed with vio-
lent exercise. AS soon as She came up
She began with. "Oh. my, amt l ho: and
tired, aud l can't stay II miiiutc. either.
for ran away. But l had such good
news to tell you. that | would come. You
are so:n@ 10 have IL great deal better
nome than this. You know where Rice
Corner is. the district over east!
Mary replied that She dill. and Jcnny
continued: we all went ovcr there yes
terday to SOC Mrs. Mason. She's Il real
nice lady, who used to live i'm Boston.
and he intimate with ma. until three or
four years ago when Mr.. Mason died.
We didn't go there any more then, and
I asked Rose what the reason was. and
She said Mrs. Mason was poor now, and
ma had cut herr and when I asked her
what she cut her with. she only laughed,
and said she believed I didn't know any
thing. But since then I've learned what
1t means"
"What does it?" asked Mary and Jenny
replied:
"lf a person dies and leaves no money,
no matter how good his folks are, or how
much you like them, you mustn't know
them when you meet them in the street,
or you must cross over the other side il
you see them coming; and then when la
dies call and speak about them, YOU
must draw Il great, long breath, and Won
der how the poor thing will get along.
she was so dreadfnlly extravaganza l
positively heard mother say those very
words about Mrs. Mason; and what is so
funny, the washwoman the same day
spoke of her. and cried when she told
how kind she was. and how She would 80
without things herself for the axe of Civ
Ing to the poor
After Il moments pause Jenny proceed
ed: This Mrs. Mason came into the
country and bought the prctticst little
cottage you ever SAW. She has lots of
nice fruit, and for all mother pretcnds in
Boston that she does not visit her. just
as soon as the fruit is ripe she always
goes there. Pa says it's real mean, and
he should think Mrs. Mason would see
through it,"
Did YOU 30 there for fruit ycstcrday?"
asked Mary.
"Oh. no." returned Jenny. Mother
said she was tired to death with staying
ut home. Besides that, she heard some.
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England, winch possibly would fall to
Mrs. Mason. and she thought it would he
real kind to go and tell her. Mrs. Mason
has poor health, and while we were there
she asked mother if she knew of any good
little girl she could get to come and live
with her: 'one,' she said. who could be
quiet when her head achcd, and who
would read to her and wait on her AT
~t1,o, %, Jl.1.-,. -:l II ~. -
know of any. but when Mrs. Mason
went out to get tea, l followed aud told
her of you. and the tears came into her
eyes when l said your folks Were all dead,
and you Were alone and sorry. She said
right off that she would come round and
sec you soon, and if she liked you you
should live with her"
SO saving. she ran off: Mary. having
gathered her cowslips, sat down to think
OF Mrs. Mason. and wonder if she should
ever see her. That afternoon, when the
dishes were all washed, She. as usual.
stole away to her books. She had not
been long occupied ere some one called
her, saying MIR. Knight was downstairs
and wanted to see her, and that there
was n lady with him.
Mary readily guessed that the lady
must he Mrs. Mason. and carefully brush
ing her hair and tying OH Il clean apron,
she descended to the kitchen, where she
was met by Mr.. Knight. who called out,
~Hallo! my child, how do you do? Pears
to me you've grown handsome. 1t agrees
with you to live hero. l reckon, hut Ill
venture You'll be glad enough to leave
and go and live with her. won't you?"
pointing toward Il lady who was Just
coming from Mrs. Parker's room and to-
ward whom Mary's heart instantly warns
ed.
You scc," continued Mr.. Knight, zone
of the Lincoln girls has taken q mighty
shine to you, and it's queer, too. for
they're dreadful stuck-up folks"
III you please, SIR said Mary, inter-
ruptins him, Jenny isn't a bit stuclS-up.''
"Umph!" returned Mr.. Knight. "She
does not belong to the Lincoln race, then,
/ guess. / know them, root and branch.
Lincoln's wife used to work in the fac
tory at Southbridge, but she's forgot all
about that. and holds her head dreadful
high whenever she sees me. But that's
neither here nor there. This woman
wants YOU to live with her. Miss Mason.
this is Mary. Mary. this is Miss Mason
lNc illtibluCllou DeluS tluS UipHllN
over. Mrs. Mason proceeded to ask Mary
n variety of questions, and ended by say
ing she thought she would take her, al
though she would rather not have her
come for Il few days. as she was going to
be absent. Miss Grundy was now inter.
rogated concerning her knowledge of
work. and with quite a consequential air
she replied: "Perhaps, ma'am. it looks
too much like praising myself. considerin'
that I've had the m%anagin' of her mostly,
but I must confess that she's lived with
me so long, and got my ways so we'll,
that she's as pleasant a hammered. good
tempered child, and will scour rs bright
q knife as you could wish to see!"
Saturday came at last. and long before
The sun peeped over the eastern hills
Mary was up and dressed. Just as she
was ready TO leave her ronm she heard
Sally singing in a low tone, ooh, there'll
be mourning = mourning mourning =
mourning; Oh, there'll be mourning when
Mary's gone away"