The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1904-02-26

Its so nice to see you, Myra. be
said as be rummaged in the little cup
board over the teachers desk.
"Nice-that isn't the word for the
Way feel said Myra from the settle.
Il was just dying to see you-all,"
she added the last word quickly as
Dick whirled around and looked at her
with bis soul in his eyes. She did not
meet his look, however, and be turned
away with little sigh.
DO you like it in town?' he asked.
"Um-mm,' she murmured.
docs that mean yes or 'no?' He
had brought out little kettle and a
teapot and was filling the kettle with
water from a covered pail that stood
behind the stove.
"Both,' she laughed ~ like it and
don't like it,.
What don't you like he asked.
"Ob, it's all so cold. Everyone
thinks of himself Why, Dick, l might
live and die with 20 people in the same
house, and not one of them would know
| it until the undertaken came. That is
the trouble-no one cares, no one
cares" she declared passionately.
He leaned forward eagerly, then
checked himself. "Bnt you have your
music?'
"Ob, music!' she said disparagingly,
and at her tone his heart leaped.
The water had boiled in the little
kettle.
II will let you make the tea,' he
said, and opened the package Of the
fragrant herb While she heated the
teapot and put the tea to steep he
drew little table in front of the settle
and put on it crackers and cheese and
sardines; then, with a laugh and a
flourish he set in the center a great
creamy custard pie
"Aunt Priscilla sent it to mother"
he said; "but guess we need it the
most
Myra danced around the table and
clapped her hands like the little girl
Dick remembered so well. Finally
she stopped in front of him. "Dick, f"
she said, "did you ever eat boarding
house pie?''
He shook his head.
"Well,'' she saik, "you are in no con
dition to appreciate Aunt Priscilla s
pie | am the only one who will do
its deliciousness Justice
1t was not bad surper--that i'm
promptu one, served by candlelight in
the old schoolhouse-and Dick felt
himself in blssful dream as be looked
across the table at the fair face.
After the meal Myra fell into a
retrospective mood.
do YOU remember the winter after
moons right here in this old room,
when we children used to pop corn and
roast apples, and Miss Betsey would
read to us-dear Miss Betsey?'
II remember you with the freight
on your face and with your cheeks red
as they are now,' said Dick ardently.
"And how We used to slide down
the long hill outside and how lost
my mittens once in the snow and you
found them for me?'
81 remember the kiss you gave me
for reward" said Dick.
Myra blushed. Listen, how the
wind blows!' she said irrelevantly.
Dick got up and went to the door.
"It's an awful night" he said as he
came back with his coat collar pow
dered hite, "but when the horses are
rested and you are thoroughly warm
| think can get you home; it isn't
far"
He knelt in front Of the stove and
poked in more wood. Myra sat with
her chin in her hand as she leaned her
elbow on her knee and gaz d drea mily
mo the fire.
cts good to be at home,' sue said.
Something in her tone gave him
courage.
IL wish home mi ght always be where
our two hearts were, Myra,' lie said,
with uncon scious poetry
81 think that is the only home in
which | shall ever be happy, Dick y
she said simply.
DO you mean it, Myra? My ways
are such plain ways, dear"
Sac sighed happily as he drew her
to him.
"Oh, you blessed hoy she said, cit
was just because | loved the plain
ways that came back and because
missed my friends and the dear old
hills and you. Dick!''
She-''Are you really so much bet,