News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1903-11-11

roundings, and there was something in
Bishops talk that made her think he
was about to propose renting the new
farm. house and all, to her husband.
Her mouth fell open; she scarcely al
lowed herself to breathe. Then. as
Bishop paused. her husbands voice
struck dumb dismay to her heart. 1t
was as if she was falling from glowing
hope back to tasted despair.
'"Thar's more land in that farm AN
| could do jestice to- Mr. Bishop. but
eff thar's good cabin on it an you see
fit to cut off enough fer me an one
boss I'd jest as soon tend that as this
heer. l want to do what you an Alan
think is best all round"
'Oh, Pole, Pole! The woman was
crying it to herself, her face lowered to
her hands that the two men might not
see the agony written in her eyes. A
house like that to live in, with all
those rooms and tireplaces and win
dows with panes of glass in them!. She
fancied she saw her children playing
on the tight, smooth floors and on the
hOneysuckled porch. For one minute
these things had been hers, to be
snatched away by the call0us indiffer-
ence of her husband, vino, alas. had
never cared a straw for Appearances
"Oh. wasn't thiukin' about rentin'
it to YOU said Bishop. And the wo-
mans dream was over She raised her
Oh Bishop, still struggling for proper
expression, Alan thinks - we'll he
thinks you are sech a born fool about
not acceptin' help from them that feels
nigh to you an, | may as well say,
grateful, exceedingly grateful, fer what
you've done, things that 10 other livin'
man could "a done-Alan thinks you
Ort to have the farm fer yore own prop
cTty, an so the deeds has been made
out to-
Pole drew himself up to his full
height. His big face was flushed. e431if
with anger, half with strong emotion
of Il tenderer kind He stood towering
over the old man like Il giant swayed
by the warning winds of good and evil.
Il won't heer Il word more of that,
Mr.. Bishop he said. with quivering
lip-'not word more, BY golly,
mean what | say! don't want to heer
another word of it. This heer place is
good enough fer me an my family
It's done eight yeer. an it kin do an
other eight"
ooh, Pole, Eole, Pole!" The WON
ans cry was now audible. 1t came
straight from her pent up, starving
soul and went right to Bishops heart.
"You want the place, don't you, Sal
ly? he said. calling her by her given
name for the first time, as if he had
just discovered their kinship. He could
not have used tenderer tone to child
of his own.
mind, mind what you say, Sally"
ordered Pole from the depths of his
fighting emotion Mind what you
sayr'
The woman looked at Bishop. Her
glance was on fire.
YES want til want itr' she cried.
II amt goin' to lie. l want it more
right now than l do the kingdom of
heaven. | want it eff we have a right
to it. Oh, don't know" She dropped
her head in her lap and began to sob.
Bishop stood up. He moved toward
her in a ierky fashion and slaid his
hand on the pltifully tight knot of hair
at the back of her head.
"Well, it's yores,' he said. "Alan
thought Pole would raise kick about
it, an me an him had it made out
in yore name, so he couldn't fetch it.
It's yores Sally Ann Baker That's
the way it reads"
The woman's sobs increased, but
they were sobs of unbridled joy. With
her apron to her eyes she rose and hur-
ried into the house.
The eyes of the two men met. Bishop
spoke first:
You've got to give in. Pole" he said
You'd not be a man to stand betwixt
yore wife an thing she wants as bad
as she does that place, an by all that's
good an holy you sha'n't"
whats the use O. me tryin to git
even with Alan" Pole exclaimed, "ef
he's eternally a-goin' to git up some'n!
I've been ticllled to death ever since |
cornered old Craig till now, but you
an him has spilled it all by this heer
trick. 1t amt fair to me-"
"Well, it's DONE" smiled the old man
as he went to his horse, IAN eff you
don't live thar with Sally Ill make Ter
git a divorce"
Bishop had reached little pigpen
in a fence corner farther along on his
way home when Mrs. Baker suddenly
emerged from a patch of high corn in
front of him.
SIS he a-goin' to take 1t, Mr.. Bishop"
she asked, painting from her hurried
walk through the corn that hid her
from the view of the cabin.
Yes" Bishop told her. "I'm a-goin'