Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1903-10-22

Cruel boiled. I've been on my feet
all day, but sick folks never have any
consideration.
Rachel, >" said the old man abrupt
ly, i've been thinkin' about that ere
old furniture o mine" Mrs. Milman
cast consciously guilty look across
the patchwork quilt toward her step
son. "It'so old-fashioned, but it'sgood,
and I've made up my mind to give it
to Simeon"
I'm sure thank you kindly, Cous-
in Percy" said Simeon, awkwardly,
while Mrs. Milman looked confused.
There's some old thingsin the bu-
reau drawers, and the cushions for the
cheer8-they re all Simeon's, too, add
ed Percy Milman. Mind, Rachel
all.
I'm sure, he's welcome, SAID Mrs.
Milman, tossing her head. 81 don't
want none o the old trumpery.
But you shall have the dollar just
the same, said Simeon, in whisper
to his stepmother.
"For Sin, was alVavs GOOD 10 me,
added Percy Milman, dreamily, "an' l
amt one to forget, if I be old. No, I
amt one to forget"
And the old man fell asleep, never
to wake again in this world, whose
wilderness he had trod so long and SO
sadly.
Simeon carted away the antique fur
niture the day after the funeral, and
Mrs. Milman ran after him with the
old moreen cushions which had been
forgotten.
Here, Simeonl" she cried, in her
sharp, high-pitched voice, 81 don't
want none o the moldy trash left"
Cali right" said Simeon, with
comical look at the cushions. "They
don't seem very spruce, but dare say
Rosa will be able to make somethIn
out of EN-
Rosa Allen looked obviously at the
three old cushions-then her fresh,
dimpled face frightened, as with
sudden inspiration.
"Do anything with them ?" she e1-
claimed, cheerily. "Why, of course we
CAM"
"But the covers are all moth-eaten,
with big holes worn in em!' said Sim
con.
"Well, we needn't use the covers,
need we? Goosel" laughed Rosa, don't
you see we can rip them open and
make such nice pillow out of the
feathers"
"Je.rusalem so we cam" And Sim
con looked admiringly at the brown
eyes Of his intended. 81 do believe
you're the handiest girl in the county,
Rosy"
For the housekeeping visions Of Sim
con and Rosa were not like those of
New York belle, who orders her
outfit ready made from metropolitan
palaces of convenience. They knew
they must wait until Simeons hard
earned savings had accumulated into
the sum of $500, the amount to be
paid down on the little farm on which
he had long had his speculative eye
fixed. One hundred he had already
laid up, the savings from summer hay
ing wages and winter school teach
ing-another hundred Rosa's father
had promised upon the wedding day,
and for the other three, "hope told
fattering talel"
eve are young and we can afford
to wait, said Rosa, cheerfully, when
Simeon grew desperate and talked Of
gold hunting in the Klondyke.
Eyes, but l don't want to wait un-
til I'm an old man, said Simeon, dole
fully.
The next day Rosa, with pocket
handkerchief tied over her sunshiny
curls and her pretty figure envelOped
in prodigiOus bib apron, commenced
on the moreen cushions with a pair of
big shears; for Rosa took as much de-
light in these small preparations for a
home Of her own as any maiden in all
the land, and her fancy already pic
tured forth neat chintz draped lounge
with a pillow to match, made out Of
old Cousin Percy Milman' g quaint gift.
Simeon had already revarnished the
old chairs and desk and bureau and
set them in the barn chamber to dry,
and Rosas eldest brother had prom
ised them an eight-day clock, 80 that
the decorations for a modest little Sit
ting room seemed not go very far-of.
Thinging of all these things, Rosa
clipped vigorously away at all the pill
low seams.