Barre evening telegram. (Barre, Vt.) 1898-19??, 1902-01-29
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should"
"And l should so love to see the little
girl. 1t would he nice, wouldn't it.?
"And we could show them the bears
and other beasts and let them play up
on the grass. and we ourselves might
talk of those other days" There was
meaning in his eyes ais he looked into
the sweet old face. She knew it. and,
with a faint flutter of the heart, like
that Of the girl who had given him the
flower before quarreling with him, she
acquiesced in the arrangement. She
would bring a lunch for the children.
and they could watch them at their
play.
He saw Der while she was yet a dis
lance and walking across the flower
marked lawn toward the fountain
where they had arranged to meet.
Somehow the vision Of other days
came to him, and he remembered that
she had once looked like this when she
had moved down the path and under
the apple blossoms to meet him at the
gate. only then there was n 10 blue cap
ped and white wasted grandchild run
ming ut her side. He remembered also
that no little golden haired girl in a
white frock had held his hand while he
had waited at the cate or had looked
up at him and asked him childish ques-
tons in the name Of grandpapa.
The children were shy and hung
back when they were earnestly
prompted to shake hands and kiss each
other, and the little boy finally re-
fused fatty and was child therefor.
Then they all went to a green hillside.
and under the shade of a tree they
gayly spread the little lunch.
."Do they pot he asked, indicating
the children. "1.?ke you think that We
are ~heginnir" life all over again in.
| stead of coming rapidly into It's ending
and to a lonesome ending at that? Do
they not-hold ON. NY little man. you
mustn't smear Jelly on your sweet
hearts "frocl..." The admonition was
called out by a Grrceiy hostile action
on the part Of her :;randchild. Before
they could check the y%ouEsster he had
repeated his sweet and sticky assault.
| and the little giri hurst into spasins OF
tears. They ctn.foried her. and the Sill
yer haired glandmu'ler Warned Bobby
that such d~isg,ac"iu! conduct, If re
pea,ed. would meet with swift and ter
ribie justice.
Il have always kept that rose you
gave me before our quarrel he said.
suddenly turning 10 her. II did Iot
think it d~isloya!ty to my wife to treas
ure it. and it was a great comfort to
me. r.
He was interrupted by a scream from
her.
Your little girl is scratching his
face! Oh, the poor little man,"
He had his hand in his coats inner
pocket, and it was clasping a small O
In which he knew there rested withered
rose leaves. but he drew it out again
and interfered between the two chill
dren.
"Stop, Mabel.' he said sharply.
"There. there; don't mind. You mustn't
cry about your dress. Grandpapa will
get you a fine new one tomorrow. and
a dolly"
"And candy?' snufled the weeping
girl.
"And candy" he promised.
Somehow this episode seemed to have
severely wrenched events. She comfort
ed the scratched Bobby with promises
Of edible merchandise, occasionally
speaking of the dreadful nature of his
wounds. 1t was ten minutes before
they had worked around to n normal
condition, and then he said, II have
kept that rose for all these thirty
years, and you had forgotten ne
Forgotten you? No, no. You MIST
not say that. I pledged my faith to my
husband and kept it-but-sometimes--
sometimes-.ne. here is the little ring
you carved ont Of a peach stone fYg
me. and
j.. ..VT=Ah-h4h.ls h." l2.lie from rearward.
she turted the sweet old face just ~
time to see the little girl leap to her
! feet and butt the boy fiercely II
, vengefully in the stomach. Bobby roll
ed down the hill and brought up
against a sapling.
ooh, what do you mean? You wick
ed little vixen!' she screamed. AT
lacking a poor child like that. That is
your grandmother's spirit i'll YOU IN
warrant" -.
HE put d choad down my back"
screamed little Mabel. "a nasty hop
choad!" a..
"a toad?" the old man called angrl'
". You outrageous little villain
Just wait till | peel a switch off this
tree, and
A silver haired statue lowered before
him. With her right hand she thrus'
the sniveiing Bobby behind her. "Wha
will you do, Robert Harden:' she ask
ed. with flashing eyes. Assault my
grandchild for being nearly kiiieu ps
this scratching, fighting little splthre
Never! Over my dead body alones hai
such an outrage be committed" AM
Che look cd ot him like u heroine.