The Plymouth tribune. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1901-1911, 1905-06-29
CHAPTER XII.

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There was perhaps as much of iii omen
in "Coonrod" Redden's information as
to make Mrs. Redden visibly uneasy, and
so, by natural and obvious processes, to
communicate her uneas;ness to one of
her two guests, at least.
Mrs. Wickly, perhaps, having no other
sorrow pressing upon her save the one
Involved in her husbands enforced alb
sence on account of his dreadful malady,
had, even in that, some return Of salts
faction.
"Your father would never have dreamt
of such a thing as mortgaging your land
without your permission, Lizzy, if he had
not been actually insane then" she said,
as the two undressed for bed, leaving
Mrs. Redden trying the front door to see
| il it had unlocked itself within the last
ten minutes. What great pity such
dreadful disease cannot be known in
time to prevent it. like other diseases"
You remember that he was wakeful,
mother. He slept very badly for weeks, I"
Lizzy said, thinking of her own wakeful
nights Of late.
Eyes, but we thought he was only
studying about the fortune that we have
been making fun of him about. Poor
man! / wonder how he is faring? /
wonder If they are kind to him? Mr..
Redden assured me that they would treat
him very kindly. But I'm afraid they
won't understand him."
Simple and Unconditional as were her
mothers words and gestures. Lizzy knew
that they indicated depth of feeling
that no one else would suspect. So she
set about the task of reassuring her
mother, with all that Mr.. Redden had
said to her on the subject.
They talked together in low tones for
| q long time while the wind and rain
beat upon the resounding weatherboards
aud shook the window sashes In the win
dows, and battered drops Of rain against
the panes, with sound that might have
been made if the Overcoat road had
thrown its coarsest sands in showers
against the farm house, in q burst Of
anger at the innovation that put new
and painted building in the place of the
old log cabin that now leaned lonely and
detected against bunch of dreary, sob
bing, soughing pines a quarter of mile
away.
| Finally Mrs. Wickly sank into q deep
and restful sleep; and Lizzy. feeling that
her only hope of sleep lay In firing her.
self thoroughly b. walking, arose. dress
ed herself, and slipped noiselessly down
stairs, intending to go through side
hall and let herself out on the long shell
tered south porch where she might walk
and walk until she was tired enough.
without disturbing any one.
In fact, there was very little danger
of being heard, once she succeeded III
reaching the long, wide-roofed and lat
ticed porch, cut Of as it was from all
the sleeping apartments, so far as she
knew. But scarcely had she reached the
! foot of the stairway, when the front
door" opened, disclosing Mrs. Redden
also dressed and holding candle in her
hand.
rs that you, Lizzy? Eff I'd ben
shore you was awake, I'd ben upstairs
after you to 90 with me. CANT stannut
! any longer. Some-h'n must happened.
ur Coonrod wouldn't staid out this
away. wush you'd put avn this big
shawl over yur head. and come along.
Is yur shoes all right? I've gut pair
a good uns h'yur eff yourn wont keep
the wortef out"
mine are proof against any mosder-
ate amount Of water, Mrs Redden- And
beeides, It doesn't hurt me In the least
to get my feet wet"
"Oh, deari dasn't to get mine the
Ilesst BIT vet. Las fan gut one foot
vet en puddle. out en The esw gard
en- hlt tAode me ento Z chill IN had