Crittenden press. [volume] (Marion, Ky.) 1879-1907, 1902-10-09

The glrl sat looking down thC
: road. Her sweet face grew more SO
Der every minute. She was thinking
of her mother and Molly and the un.
known Parsons place. At last she
could bear it no longer
us it-nicc" she asked. suddenly,
startling the color into the boys
brown face. The Parsons place, |
mean
Terry had the dismal picture still
in his mind. The Parsons place was
unrepaired, uninhabited. He re-
membercd the tall weeds and grass
in the dooryard, and the broken win
dows and the gate that saggcd on Its
hinges. For ten years the Parsons
place had been abandoned.
is it painted white with green
blinds:' the girl persisted Are
there beautiful trees: And rose
bushes? l. there a view? l shall be
so glad if there's piazza! We could
wheel mothers couch out on it. and
she could lie there all the pleasant
days and Get well That's what were
coming here for. The doctors said
she-could not be any better in the
city. It's awful in the city in sum
mer."
The boy made no answer. and, at
tributing his silence to bashfulnc,s, !
she continued:
This place-the Parson, place
was left to Us year ago in a will. Now |
that mother is sick, We are very glad
of it. because the doctors say she
must be in the country. I've come
to see about getting the house opened
and aired. Then I'm going back for
them ALL"
Where were You expecting to stop
tonight" questioned the boy, awk-
wardly. She turned upon him in
puzzled wonder at the question.
why, at the hotel, | suppose. l
hadn't thought, but that's where |
shall 90. Of course. Is it near the
Parsons place.
Terry Quinn felt a wild desire to
laugh. The idea of hotel near the
Parsons place was too much for him.
But a side glance at the wistful, girl
ish face ,obered him.
There isn't any hotel hereabouts,"
ne said. ]
NO hotel: Why. | thought Of
curse Oh, don't see what I'm ]
going to do,'
"Mother'll take You in, | guess"
Interrupted Terry, hurriedly. We ]
i've close by. She'll see to YOU !
Mothers great
In the instant Of Offering the girl /
he hospitality Of his own home, an /
,ther idea occurred to Terry Quinn. !
lie sat on the edge Of his seat. !
irving the old white mare at a snail's {
,ace, and thought it all out to his s
,wn satisfaction. y
1t was growing late. The soft
Tune dusk was settling lightly over a
he land. The girls impotence c
Yearly asserted itself. 1t would be I
% late to see the Parsons place.
We've got the key at our house"
Terry announced, with startling abb
uptness. We've always kept it, j
You'd better not Try to 20 down to {
he house till tomorrow lit
reeds daylight to see it anyways well. !
dother'll 90 along with YOU in the {
morning. Mother's great
He had said that before. The girl
miled to herself YEARLY. 4;
They were jogging along by a lit ,
lie implanted, uninhabited house set q
n weeds and neglect. The girl shud- ,
cred. J.
"Oh, | hope it won't look like that,
hats dreadful!' she said. "If it :
1oks like that think | shall-cryr
Terry whipped up the old mare d,
astily, and drove away from the
reary place. In another five min ;
ties he had stopped in front Of a
heerful little house Rugged by vines Il
nd roses. His mother was in the
Doorway. d
"Oh, yes, she's 'greatY" the girl b
bought, as she lay upstairs in big,
oft bed. shes beautiful. She Il
clip, out the Parsons place, no mat "
r what it's like. And the boy
ell, he's pretty nice, even if he is b
luddy outside II
Downstairs Terry and his mother SC
ere talking things over. Mrs. fl
uinn approved Of the plan, but was W
OF three o'clock earlier than need Sc