The National tribune. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1877-1917, 1903-03-19

you or Annabel. If he ever needs me it
| is now. If he should die without seeing
me l should hate myself as long as live.
| This war has calls for women as well as
for men. Mine has come. 1t is to go to
the side of the man I'm going to marry if
| ever marry anyone"
do you think there's money enough
| to take us all three? It's long way"
There's plenty. Pap's- hogs fetched n
| good price, and he had a big drove. If
| there amt, I've some money of my own,
which | can't spend to better purpose.
You need me, anyway, to go along to take
care of you and Annabel. She's the most
| innocent thing in the world. and was never
| farther from home than the church in her
| life"
Dear me; suppose I'll have to let you
have your own way. as I've been doing all
your life" sighed Mrs. Klegg, not after
all displeased at having her strong, self
| reliant daughters company on the long,
anxious journey.
Little Sammy Woggles had commune
Gated to the children coming home from
school the mOmentous news of the dis
patch from the Deacon, and the intended
journey of Mrs. Klegg and the others to
Goldsboro. Soon the neighbors came
flocking in from every direction, to read
the telegram, learn if there was any more
bring comforts and delicacies that she
might take to 81 and the rest of the boys
in the company.
Neither Annabel nor Mrs. Klegg seemed
to have much of an idea as to the cloth
ing they would need for such a trip. The
Kleggs had never made any attempt to
keep up with the style, but they had
always good clothes and plenty of them.
Annabel's nimbIe fingers could fashion
into CIVIL cl .,,1 oil hn
klegg linen bore examples of her art in
embrOidering.
As Annabel flew about the house getting
the clothes together for the trip she would
fill her arms with the things that seemed
necessary and lug them into that best bed
room. Mrs. Klegg, who seemed almost
stunned win ;i,a .;..ii.yndousness of the
impending trip and the fear of what might
be awaiting them at the end, remained
receiving the delegations of half-curious
and wholly sympathetic neighbors who
crowded the house from the minute the
news got out.
'.Ain't you afraid to take that awful
trip-jus' you tire lone wimmen?" asked
Mrs. WinterbOttOm, as she deposited a
jar of apple butter on the table. Il know
I'd be scared plum to death at the idee!'
she declared as she dropped into rocker
anu DcSdH 10 SWlHS DICK anu IOrCH.
Mrs. Klegg replied that she had not
thought of being afraid.
Isl needs me-" she said simply, her lips
quivering. Pap wouldn't have sent for
me if our boy didn't need me bad. The
Lords down there, l reckon" she went on
little hesitatingly. ''He must be with
them of the Faith wherever they are.
though it does seem as though he had
turned his face from US just now. No,
amt afraid, and, then, the girls air go
ing"
"Huh! A couple of skittish gals amt
much protection" declared Mrs Winter
bottom. whats Maria goin' fer?" she
asked so suddenly that Mrs. Ilegg hest
tated for an instant, but the loquacious
woman never paused for the answer.
Il suppose she's just took notion that
she wants trip, and nOw's good time to
take it. It'll be nice fer 81 to have you
all there. What's that?" Mrs. Winter
bottom got up and went to the table. 81
thought that was some of Nam Wilson's |
strained honey, and this here's a settin' of |
them Dominicker aigs of Mrs. Haines's. l |
know. Well, she has opened her heart. |
Them aigs is worth s. a settin', and she |
told me last Monday that she'd have
enough to put under that yaller hen of |
her'n by yesterday. Sallie Perkins brought
over that pOundcake, I'll bet. She's a
master hand at poundcake."
Just then there was a knock at the door.
and little weasened, white face peered
in when Mrs. Klegg opened it..
I'm Mrs. Storms little girl" she ex-
planned. as Mrs. Klegg drew her inside the
house. She was poorly clad and looked
hungry. She drew package from under
her shawl and held it out in her little blue
hand. please Mrs. Klegg. mamma said
she'd be so glad if you could make use of
this lint. It's all linen; 1.-THE tears be-
gan to come and the little voice faltered,
but the child went bravely on-''it is most
IF linen from papa's old shirts that man,
ma wove the linen for herself when she
vas girl, but-papa-he died in Ander-.l