Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1903-03-26
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FLORENCE WARDEN

lamp, and materials for lighting a fire
Mile left off crying to watch him
sure hat in a few moments heI
feminine genius would be called uDoy
to save him from the preparation Of
some horrid blunder But, apparent
ly, the Providence that watches oyeI
fools and drunken men held out q
, kindly hand to him, for in a few mo
ments the fire began to burn at beast
as well as if laid by Sarah's practiced
hand. Meanwhile Mile felt that she
was alreasy warmer, for the very
/ back Of his fair head. as he knelt
down on the hearthrug to his humble
occupation, seemed to her to beam
with sympathy and kindness. As
the flames shot up from the cracking
wood, she slid down on the moor be
side him. and looked up gratefully
into his face.
you'll soon feel warmer now,' he
said gently.
I'm not cold any longer she an
swered presently; adding impulslive-
ly, Frank, you're an old dear"
We'll, 1 don't know about that, but
| flatter myself I'm decent domestic
servant at pinch. Now, I'm going to
make you some tea"
oh no, don't, there's a good fellow.
Sarah gets so cross if her kitchen is
upset"
Il see you mistrust me still Well,
! I'll convert you yet"
! He gave her a gentle shake to stop
her protest and disappeared again.
He was longer away this time, so that
when he reappeared the fire was red
and bright, and by it's beams, rather
than by the light of the lamp, Mile
was deciphering once more the al
ready well-known lines of her love
letter for companlonship and comfort.
Frank had tray in his hand, and
when he had poured Mile out a cup
of tea, he took the tray up again, and
went towards the door.
you shall have some more when
| come back" he said, nodding to her
as he left the room. I'm going to
take some to Mrs. Peele and Sarah -
ooh you'd better not. Mamma will
think it unfeeling!" cried she, anxi-
ously.
! But he strobe off serenely with his
! tea-tray and Mile, listening in per-
turbation at the door heard mis- mel.
{ low voice comforting Sarah and per
I suading her to take his offered re-
freshment, then a portentous "She-sh.
sh' in her mothers voice, followed by
J I.,ttF "a IL.
Frank came down again, with the
cups gone from his tray, and an ex-
preston of calm satisfaction on his
| face.
Wasn't she angry?" asked Mile.
We'll, she was unhappy, of course.
| met Sarah, who looked very tired
and white, so gave her some tea,
and Mrs. peele came out and told me
she had caught me in the very act
and | was a disgrace and a protana-
| ton, and pretty doctor, and lot
more things. OF couse | knew she
was unhappy so | told her would
so right out of the house at once, and
never come back, as soon as she had
taken cup of tea. And after little
while she took it, and she really got
| morally, physically. every
way. Many people, when great grief
comes, try to persuade themselves
that the ordinary rules of life are
broken, and that they can live upon
their sorrow. and a great many things
of that kind. But it's childish. you
know, and wrong. Mrs. Peele had
given herself a bad headache. and
perhaps a pain in the jaw. just be-
cause she thought it right to talk to
poor Sarah about "-Armathwaite low.
cred his voice, and spoke more softly
than ever-"about the dear friend we
are all mourning, when 1t would have
been better to remember those she
has around her still And it was silly
To jibe at me as pretty doctor, when
my tea proved to be just the medicine
You all wanted"
Mile listened to his gently-deIiv-
cred sermon with a softened express
sion and shook her head when he had
finished.
1T wasn't the tea, Frank" she
said, gratefully with faint smile in
her fearful eyes. 1T all lies in-in
,-e way it's poured OUT"
There may be something IN that"
he admitted, And now. dear child,
if you think you feel better, have y
SO out for an hour. You won't make
yourself too unhappy, will you?
He left her with a brotherly caress.
and in a few minutes was well on
his way to Mereside
II was Crosmont himself who
opened the door of the big house ON
the hin in answer to Armathwaite's
ring, The agent looked by this time
absolutely i'll; his shallow face was
flushed while the lines and burrows
in II had grown so deep that they
/ seemed to be dark grey color: his
! eyes were sunken and CLASSY, and his
/ movements restless and nervous; his
/ whole appearance and manner seemed
/ to suggest that he had been drinking.
/ You have been a long tipc. he
said, Il thought you were not com.