The Kendrick gazette. [volume] (Kendrick, Idaho) 1892-1968, 1903-11-20

| you invited Aunt Constance and me to
dinner and because your son is coming
home"
yes, child, yes" said Mrs. Nisbett
subsiding once more into the mournful
icy from which Lida's sudden appear
ance had momcntarily aroused her.
'Joel's got the turkey shut up in coop,
and the bakin's done, and I'm just a-fx-
in them apples, and"
| "Oh, OH" cried Ida, who had fut.
tered to the window, "what glorious red
leaves speckled over with little drops of
gold! May l make some wreaths for the
wall! Oh, please say yes
Mrs. Nisbett said "yes"-it would have
been hard work to say mo- to Ida
and the girl soon came in, her apron full
OF the sprigs of the old maple tree,
whose shadowy boughs kept the window
yelled with cool shadows through the
giaring summer days and showered fad
Ing gold upon the dead grass when the
autumn came.
Mrs. Nisbett looked with tenderness
upon the graceful little figure seated on
the hearth rug, when the shine of the
high heaped logs lost itself in her bright
hair and made sparkles in her eyes, as
VIZ VACdtLS VI lGdVGS
grew rapidly beneath her deft fingers.
Ida" she said softly, "Iida, my
dear" Ida looked up.
Il saw your Aunt Constance yesterday
but there's somethin' reserved about her,
and l didn't like to ask about you
whether you had decided to 60 out as a
governess or not; because, my dear, Joel
and 1 were talkin' last night, and we
both thought what a comfort it would be
| to have you here"
ITO have me here?"
"We're old and we're alone, and some
how we've both took a fancy to you, my
child. So when your Aunt Constance
goes back to the city, If you choose to
come here
Mrs. Nisbett paused abruptly and burst
into tears.
"We had little girl once. my dear,
and if she'd lived she would ha' been
nigh about your age"
Ida let the leaves drop down on the
Moor as she sprang up and threw both
| arms round the old v-oman's neck.
"Oh, Mrs. Nsbett," she whispered
SOFTLY, you are 60 very, very kind. Be
lieve me, I appreciate it all, but-but-
l hardly know how to tell you"
Mrs. Nisbett listened intently. Ida
smiled and cried a little and then whis-
pered 20 low it was scarcely audible.
Il am going to be married."
married." CALCULATED Mrs Nisbett,
with all woman's interest in this i'm
portant piece of information. "And who
tor"
"Your son lives In Iowa-in Parting
ton?"
YES"
"Well, did he ever mention the name
Of"
Ida paused, her cheeks glowing
roses. Old Nisbett had come in with an
armful of wood, bringing gale with him
from the frosty outer world.
"1ll tell you by and BY" whispered
Ida as she went back to her work.
"Joepll 90 out again arter awhile"
thought Mrs. Nisbett, land then I'll hear
about Lida's beau"
But Joel sat down before the fire with
complacent satisfaction which BODIED
i'll for the qualification of his wife's curl
osity, and finally accompanied Ida home,
thus frustrating all his wife's designs
and cutting off her chance of hearing
Lida's story.
Dear mel" thought she. 81 don't be-
heve the man was ever born who know
ed when he wasn't wanted! How lone
some it seems when Lida's gone! What
does the girl want to get married for
when l could ha' took such a sight O.
comfort with her? Oh, dear, dear! 1t
does seem as if the world was all
askewp'