The Kalispell bee. [volume] (Kalispell, Mont.) 1900-192?, 1901-12-11

up and put on her bunnit, and went out
down the road where he was going to be,
and was going to be near by, for 1
wasn't quite sech God-forsaken fool
as l seemed, and l lowed to have an eye
on them two heart-brolken things, for
young things are jest natchelly fools
and no knowing. So there, if you
please, had perched myself on stump
nigh enough to see Christie Robinson
marching up and down and talking to
himself, most likely saying over the
words he was going to say to her.
give you my word, ma am, WAITED and
he waited on Hetty for four blessed
hours, and, being young and foolish,
can't tell you whether was most re-
heved she didn't come or mad at her for
not coming and giving me my wait for
nothing. But it was like this, as l said.
Hetty did start and she got a spell into
the woods when running fast, for she
said she felt SO tormented that she
didn't know which way to turn, mad
with Seth for how he had behaved las
she thought) and yet softening remem-
bering how kind he was to her and
worshiping the ground she trod on, as
the word is, and, being warm like, she
pulled out her handkerchief to wipe her
face, and there tumbled out, to the same
time, a little bit of crochetin' lace she
was doing for trimming-for Leon, you
know-and when she seen it, it all came
over her, different, you know, and she
burst out crying and run home as fast as
she could. But the mischief was Seth
got wind of her being asked to come,
and he come home and missed her; and
when she did come home he was of
hunting Christie Robinson.
eyes, they fit, then and there. That
was when he throwed the pistil into the
river; but didn't tell you he throwed
Christie after it. He did; he was mad
clear through! But laws, didn't hurt, he
got out again! Seth, he went home and
found Hetty and went at her about 60
ing to see Christie and meaning to run
away with him. She tried to explain
and he wouldn't believe her. That did
cut Hetty awful; she always was feerv;
and she told him that if he didn't be-
lieve her word that she gave him solemn,
she never would say another word to
him. And she never has!'
In the agitation of her tale, Mrs.
Armil mopped her face with both her
handkerchiefs. She stretched one arm.
"There they live," said she, pointing at
the house.
"But think it strange she was willing
to live with him at ALL" said the young
minister.
''Well, no, he was her husband, and
he begged mighty hard; and then there
was the child. don't know how Hetty
ciphered it out; she did live with him
and she never did speak to him.
reckon amt going to forget how he
looked when Leon was born. He come
into the room and he looked at the little
red mite and then he looked at the face
on the pillow, white as the pillow case
was. Esther he says, it will need
both of us to bring up our boy; can't you
forgive me?' She jest turned her face to
the wall. was sorry for him."
"What did he do?''
Nothing. Jest drawcd his breath
and went out of the room. He didn't
and many night I'd look out Of the
window and see him walking up and
down outside, and he was always on
hand for errands. Seth is right kind,
nice man."
The minister was thinking what
strange similarities there are in dissim-
liar characters. A story of the same un-
natural state of domestic arrangement
in New England fitted through her
mind. The woman had died unbend-
ingly, with her last motion rejecting
her husbands prayer; but she was a
religious fanatic. Would Mrs. Rogers
carry her sense Of injury or her sense