Montour American. (Danville, Pa.) 1866-1920, 1904-09-29

Dick noticed the whiteness Of the
hands that she held In front Of the
blaze and the gleaiu of gold In the hair
that rippled under the modish turban.
He brought in several packages and
laid them beside hes.
"Are you hungry he asked
Starved. On you blessed boy You
were taking home groceries" And she
held up a box of biscuits.
He thrilled at the sound OF her old
name for him How often she had
called him her blessed boy" in the
days before she had become ambitious
for a career!
Its so nice to see you, Myra," he
said as he rummaged In the little cup
board over the teachers desk
Mice! That isn't the word for the
way | feel" said Myra from the settle.
II was just dying TO see yOu-all.' She
added the last word quickly as Dick
whirled around and looked at her, with
his soul In his eyes sc did not meet
his look, however, and | : turned away,
with a little sigh. do you like 1t In
town." he asked.
"Um-mmw she murmured.
Does that mean yes or 'noT" He
had brought out a little kettle and
teapot and was filling the kettle with
water from covered pail that stood
behind the stove.
Both" she laughed. Il like 1t and
don't like IT,"
"WhaL don't you like?" he asked.
"Oh, it's all so cold. Every one
thinks OF himself Why, Dick, might
live and die with twenty people in the
same house and not one of them would
know 1t until the undertaken came
That is the trouble-no one cares, no
one cares" she declared passionately.
ue leaned forward eagerly, then
checked himself "But you have your
music"
"Oh, music" she said disparagingly,
and at her tones 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 set
tie and put on 1t crackers and cheese
and sardines. Then, with a laugh and
a flourish, he set in the center great,
creamy, custard pie.
Aunt Priscilla sent II to mother"
he said, "but l guess we need IT the
most"
Myra danced around the table and
Clappcd her hands like the little girl
Dick remembered SO well. Finally
she stopped In front Of him. Dick"
she said. did you ever eat a boarding
house pie"
He shook his head.
We'll" she said, you are in no con-
ditiOn to appreciate Aunt Priscilla's
pie. l am the only one who will do Its
deliciousness justice"
II was not bad supper, that i'm
promptu one served by candlelight in
the old schoolhouse, and Dick felt him
self in blssful dream as he looked
across the table at the fair face.
After the meal Myra fell into re-
Prospective 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 10
us-dear Miss BetseyT"
81 remember you with the freight
on your face and with your checks 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 meT'
II remember the kiss that you gave
me for reward" said Dick.
Myra flushed. Listen how the wind
blows" she said irrelevantly.
Dick got up and went TO the door.
Its an awful night" he said as he
came back with his coat collar pow
dercd white, but when the horses are
rested and you are thoroughly warm l
think can get you home. II 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 gaZed dreamily
into the fire.
Its good to be at home" she said.
Something in her tone gave him cour-
age.
II wish home might always be where
our two hearts were, Myra," he said,