Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1904-08-01


hate kings an queens beca'se they
stand above 'em, but they'll feel hon
ored by the notice O. royal folks. That
may be one reason like Lydia Gran
ston. l don't know, I'm only human,
but jest feel like she's Of different
order. Do you know the time you IN
troduced me to 'er? Well. woman
knows a woman, no matter how differ
ent they've been raised. an seed that
she was surprised TOTO see that was
well, jest like / am, but l TUX
strong likin' TO 'er fer the way she
acted
"The way she acted?" George Buck
lev spoke under his breath, but the wo-
man heard.
Yes; could tell she was dom 'er
level best to make me feel easy, an 1t
made me like err Then the next
time"
THE next timer" George was really
surprised. Did you meet her AGAIN."
Mrs. Buckley was silent; her eyes had
fallen. She had said more than she
intended.
did you say you met her again,
mother-again?"
Mrs. Buckley looked up resolutely. Il
never intended to mention that" she
said, IAN don't know as ort to now,
bein', as 1t seems. she never told you
about 1t. But it was when she was
over at Shirley Springs last week. One
mornin' she come here to see me, an.
George, as God is my judge, l never
spent happier hour IN all my life. l
don't know how it was, but she jest
had way O maxim me feel good. Ell
she ever thought she was better'n
common folks, nobody could "a told 1t
l was piecin' scrap quilt. an she
set down an set to work on it. never
seed the like. Her little. slim, white
fingers Jest moved like lightnin'. An
talk! She could think O. more cheer
full things to say than anybody ever
seed. 1t was that way till nigh Il,
an then she left. George-she kissed
met"
Buckley was staring. an unfathom-
able expression in his big, yearning
eyes.
.She kissed you. mother? God bless
herr And he rose and put his arms
about the old woman's neck. His eyes
were glistening.
"yes, she did twice. out at the gate.
never intended to tell you about that.
fer IL didn't think it was exactly the
sort o. thing toto make you take yore
mind off'n 'er, but she did 1t, an to
my dyin' day I'll always think we'll of
Ter an stand up fer 'er. They may
make 'er marry that man or some
other in Their circle, but fer about ono
hour me an her was on the level Gods
been tryin' fer centuries to bring folks
up to. Yes; she may not be strong
enough to go her way with all them
ropes tied to 'er, but eff she's ever a
mother she'll be good un-with soul
an heart. l like 'er, George, an
don't blame you fer acceptin' her
friendship Ell l was man | would
eff that was all the crumb she ever
drapped my way Lovin woman like
that's Jest ambition. an ambitions
right an upliftin'."
Mrs. Buckley was looking at her son.
but he had turned his face away. He
stood still, his features working, his
strong breast heaving unanimously.
"The FRUITS are a-havin' world of
trouble with JEFF" said Mrs. Buckley
irrelevantly. Somebody set fire to
Their barn last night. They managed
to put it out, but JEFF got anothel
White Cap letter o. warnin' to skip
out. 1t had skull an bones On It.
Mrs. Truths been tryin' to gle I'm to
leave, but old Bascom won't let I'm
60. Now, George, git the rife an shoot
me the latest chicken you see In the
yard. I'm goin' to kry it fer you. I'll
bet you hain't half fed thar at Hill
yer's. Them niger cooks don't kno"
how to prepare meal o vittles."
Mother" = he turned suddenly ane
resolutely on her-'you haven't told
me all about her coming here"
Yes, have, George, 8 help me
God!"
Not all you-thought, mother"
The woman hesitated, and then she
faltered: mo. III admit that. George.
How could II l laid awake nearly all
that night studyin' over it,
Tell me what you thought, mother
why, George? r.
Mother, this is the darkest day !
have ever spent. had one other as
bad, but l drowned 1t in whisky, but
now"-he smiled rigidly-"I am facing
the music with clear head. Mother,
what did you thinkT'
well. George" after another pause,
II sorter believed she kissed me an
IN looked like she wanted to cry In
my arms beca'se l was yore mother.
never could make out-women are
tech riddles, even to the'rselves-I new
lr could make out whether 1t was u
roodby kiss intended fer you or-or
another sort. I watched her tell she
got clean across the pasture field, an
,he walked all the way with 'er head
Down. Now git the gun"
He sat down suddenly. Mother, !
couldn't kill living thing today" he
laid. II want everything to live and
breathe. How can / give her up when
when she kissed you?'
Ito Be Continued)