The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1904-06-17
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BX Arthur LEWIS 7UBBS.

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"Wednesday evening prayer meeting.
She stood by the door, pulling off her
4 red knit mittens, then used one OF
n them to brush a few flakes OF snow
u from her shoulders.
Its showing some,"' she said.
Mrs. Turner looked up from her sew
B ing and gave her daughter keen
glance. There was something in the
tone Of Maria Ellen's voice that spoke
Y plciner than words to the woman in
the rocking chair.
t$ Henry says it hasn't showed SO
\ early as this for some years"
The girl stopped suddenly. She had
\ not meant to speak that name, but it
Z was too late now.
81 did Henry Watson come home
with you?" asked Mrs. Turner, sharply.
Eyes, mother"
That's what thought. What have
I told you about him."
i. There was no reply from Maria
Ellen, who was hanging her Nat and
I coat on one of the hooks behind the
door that opened into the adjoining
bedroom.
do you hear? Amt I told you
+ enough times that don't want you to
let Henry Watson pay you any at
tcntion?"
2 Eyes, mother, but"
There amt no butts about it.
You've got to do as I say. Where was
4 Elder Burrows? You might have rode
home in his buggy, just as like as not. y
Il didn't went to ride in Elder Bur-
rows buggy, nor have anything to do
with him. He didn't ask me, any
i way"
"You didn't give him chance most
likely. amt goin' t have you throw
away such a chance as that. You
won't get man like Sam Burrows
every day. He owns the finest farm in
this county, n money in the bank.
You could get him just as we'll as not,
II you want so. contrary. I'd like t.
know what you're thinkin' of. Poors
we are! It makes me want t. shake
you, sometimes"
Maria Ellen knew that it never did
any good to argue with her mother,
but she could not refrain from making
ut least feeble defense.
: II don't care how much he's worth,
mother, don't think you ought to ex-
pect me to sell myself. l couldn't do
II It." ss%55 y
VA Sell yourself! l guess you'd be
Gett'n' the best Of the bargain"
Mother! how can you say that?
u Mr.. Burrows is over so years old and
q widower with two children, while
I'm only 10. don't see how you can
want me to sacrifice myself by marry
ing him.
"Oh, you've got Henry Watson on
HUH! It's his red cheeks and curly
black mustache, suppose. What's
he got t. offer "? Eight or nine
dollars a week as clerk in gro
Gerry. You make me provoked, Maria
Ellen. always hoped you'd have
some sense
That's what l want you to have,
I mother, and"
There! you needn't sauce your owe
mother. When it comes t. that, it's
time t STOP You go t bed
But, mother, l."
;. II said for you t. go to bed. You
4 mind"
Maria Ellen took the lamp from the
clockshef and went upstairs without
another word. She slept up there and
her mother occupied the little room ad-
Joining the sitting-room. The affec-
ton which this mother and daughter
felt for each other was seldom ex-
3 pressed in word or deed. 1t wasn't
their way. In some characters, SEN
timent Is hidden under a practical ex-
terror apparently Indifferent to the
warm throbs of love and tenderness;
I but there are springs of affection in
4 every. breast, though It may require
y some rare process to reveal them, and
in Mrs. Turner's Utmost heart was a
love. for her only child which was
Z shown most of all in the ambition
\ which she had in seeking her tenn
4 poral welfare. She would not willing
sily have marred the girls happiness.
Il but she thought that she knew what
was for her good and where her fu-
ture happiness lay. They were poor,
\ owning only the tiny house in which
they lived and patch of a garden, to
I. which was added what they could
v make doing modest dressmaking for
/ their .neighbors.
Elder Samuel Burrows. it was not
incorrectly thought, was on the look
1 out for second WIFE, 1t was sup
\ posed that the elder would have no
RsdiMculiy In finding a woman willing
10 live in bis handsome house and act
s$as mother to his boy and girl, aged re-
Sspectively seven and four years. = It
vas only gossip, ais yet. as to whom
the fortunate second Mrs. Burrows
would be. He had called several times.
las the whole neighborhood knew, at
4 the Widow Turner's, and had taken
particular pains to smile upon Maria
y Ellen whenever he met her out. Mrs.
Turner, therefore, had spared no OPP