The Cooperstown courier. (Cooperstown, Griggs Co., N.D.) 1902-1913, 1904-10-20

0ef OOn0etl seven years, AVT sue
told me 50. and she's probably
never heard of Chaucer. She could
not tell you, ii, her life depended upon
] It, whether Byron wrote Childe Harold
or Childe Harold, wrote Byron, but in
/ those dreadful; hours of pain and fever.
1t mattered very little to me. Her
touch was gentle, her voice soft, and
beforsyI zecoveredsI began to think the
plain face under that shabby bonnet
was the sweetest; most motherly face
I ever knew. And so, dear, knowing
their hearts so we'll, and loving you
as 1 do, L want to see tie knit be-
I tween you "a = - -
But the minister's wife had turned
away with tears in her eyes, Il mar
ried; you and spromise nothing as to
then" she answered rebelliolsly.
/ She was a beautiful young creature.
the minister's wife; tall, slender, and
golden haired, but whether or not she
| would be the rhelpmeet the, minister
| needed in the years to come, was q
question. And yet it was such pleas
ures only to look at her~as she sat in
the corner of the pew On Sundays in
her Mell-ftting suit and pretty hat.
And when she sang, for she had q
beautiful and highly cultivated voice,
every eye turned to where She stood.
Yes, they were proud of her, these
care burdened, common, people, and
I they, did not blame her IT. she did not
care for them as friends. They were
different and they realized. it. very Of
|Sten stooa with,~a sharp feeling of pain
as she passed them with Fonly a nod
of greeting and with barely a touch
of her well-gloved hand. -
What do you think Mrs. Harper is
making. for the minister's. wife"
asked Mrs. Wilkins of Mrs. Dodge one
afternoon~as they met on the street.
I'm sure'I don't know" was the re-
Z "a knitted counterpart" announced
Mrs. Wilkins, "and her hands are so
crippled by rheumatism too. Why.
every stitch she takes must pain her,
don't see how she can do it, for the
minister's wife never notices her ex-
cept by nod. / don't believe she'll
ever use it after she gets it, either"
added Mrs. Wilkins soberly. She's
dreadful particular about her beds,
and uses only the finest: Marseilles
spreads. Sarah Ann Newton told me
SO, for I've never seen 'em. I've tried
my best but never got further than
the front room YET"
Mrs. Dodge smiled little. "She
isn't so very sociable, is she?" she
said; "still, perhaps we expect too
much.'
Mrs. Wilkins did not deign q reply.
'Old Mrs. Harper just set on maxim
that counterpane," she continued, "and
givin' it too. It's pretty and there's
lots Of work about 1t. Well, we'll, I
hope she won't get her feelin's hurt
before it's through with. She's Won
derin' too, now that it's SO near done.
how she'll present it, - IL: ].
: 'I'd like the best in the world to
get up a pound party for the minister
this fall" said Mrs. Dodge thought
fully. "He is so fond of my peach pre-
serves and would like him to have
some, but do you know. TIA most
afraid =" y
Mrs. Wilkins looked sympathetic.
$50 am l." she admitted frankly, land
I too was thinking the same thing.
had such good luck with my chilli
sauce. could take that as my Offer
ing but his wife = =ssa7 'is7stzssissss T. =
There was a pause. Lets have it
anyway said Mrs. Dodge refectively,
and then Mrs Harper can give her
counterpane" =#s9 + ~ i
And SO 1t was arranged. 7 =
The minister was studying new
book that evening. Near. him cat
! his wife reading some letters from
home. Assshe foIded them up her eyes
! wandered Idly over the wel5warmed,
pleasant rooms. EVERY one speaks
at home. as if I were working right
with Bertram," she thought Il won
der. if they. realize what kind of mem
bers we have, if they would expect lt?,
don't see why need be public prep
aeTtyajust because happen to be- a
=zninIsteKg. wifs and they're not ny
seq,ials.M l 4 !
Just then the door bell rang. The
minister looked across at his wfe.
with a fond smile. Don't get lp,,
JULIA he said, 'I'll CO."
/ He laid down his book, went to ihe
door, and opened it. The yard md
porch were full of people. They gr@t-
ed him warmly, for every one loled
the minister. Each person had a pr
eel. !
.".Why, what is this?" cried the ndn-
lister merrily. "Come in! come i'd"
and then he thought Of his wife. i
They entered the beautiful rooms
nesItat1ngly,, ana the minister; seeing
it, strove to put them at their ease,
At that moment his wife came fpr-
WaTd, her lovely face, above the papt-
tysgewus Io0kings colder than e~ss s
| 5sWhats do1 this intrusion mean" ,,
She thought Bitterly. Gam I meyer
to have moment to myself?" y
+ EShe greeted them. but with mo
warmth, and. they, feeling It, ! passed
silently ON into the kitchen, laying