The Providence news. (Providence [R.I.]) 1891-1906, 1903-01-21

the sparks fly upward.
The girl shook her of impatientiy'
"oh. what makes you say that? Ths
preacher win be using those very sans
words presently. They always DO NJ
funerals But I'm not q man, not
snark- ana I don't want to fly upward.
There nowr'
Miss Malvlna, feeling vaguely guilty
and distinctly repentant. lapseo INTO
silence She was entirely uneouippeo
with weapons OF defense against TINS
original line Of argument suppose
we don't reason about 1t at all, dear Out
lust submit" she said meekiy.
1--WE NAV as we'll" said the young girl
with n resigned sigh, las insubmission
neither alters nor softens the hiaeous
fact"
ant the word submission" was writ
tan on one OF the unturned leaves IN
Olivia Matthews book OF lie. II meant
nothing as yet. They drove the snort
remaining distance In depressed siehce-
through the shadow of the valley OF death
the gay little eQuipage ana the ViV'o
girl.
Mother" spillmsn. having emptied her
bowl of cold tea, was computing tne pas
sage OF time by her craving for 1000
Surely Malvina could not be away mucn
longer. There she was now! Inc poron
floor was creaking. but the vibrations OF
football than Mise Malvina's.
II was Jimmy Martin. who was mending
the bean arbor that day. He carefully
wiped the garden son off his clumsy feet
before advancing farther into the neat
sitting ROOM It was his second Invasion
since Miss Malvina's departure. "Mother
Spillman greeted him tartly.
How much work are you likely TO GET
done prancing in here every minute or
two? l hired you TO mend the bean arbor,
not to nurse me, James Martin
This is only twicet. missis, and my
words out I was to look in on you oc-
| casionai I've found something out yam
| der that maybe you have lost. That's
| what brought me this time"
7 What is it?"
| A Ietter-a long. big letter Mighty
| mussed up II is, though. I'm thinkin the
| sow must have snuted II under the fence
| when she was making UP her bed. / saw
| a bit of white gleamln when L went to
| nall on new Dashboard to the fence"
Mrs Spillman put out withered hand
eagerly.
\ James Martini Ny eyes are not what
| they used to be-"
"Nothin as I can make out for tho
dur-rt. It's Just long. big, thick, durtJ
envelope, and II may have been there
months from the looks Of H."
"I know. It's mine. Give II to me
And, James"-the old lady fumbled II
the long pocket OF her wrapper-"here''
half dollar. pay you that for bring
Ing me this paper and for holding youl
tongue about II. Do you understand"
But, mum
'1 pay you To hold your tongue, james
Martin One word about this envelope
and never another hours work from m
will you have. Now get back TO the bear
= arbor" And James, knowing the MIN
isters widow to be woman of he
word. pocketed his half dollar and shut
| fed back To the bean arbor.
Long before Miss Malvina got home
walking this time, with her brown serg
held carefully above her dusty shoe tops
her mother hau mastered the contents o
the soiled envelope and secreted " be
tween the back of the chair and It's ch!nt
slip cover, where. she declared, with
triumphant chuckle. It should stay. Mat
thews or no Matthews. Malvina or n
Malvina. until she had decided for her
self whether lt was for Tom Broxton'
good 10 have II found or lost
CTo he Continued.)