The Havre herald. [volume] (Havre, Mont.) 1904-1908, 1905-10-06
giving his thigh a resounding slap;

thing screwed them up again.
Keep her? We? And what fer, I
should like to known"
shed be handy to run errands."
"Humph!' snorted Miss Tabby. 81
guess I'm able to run my own en-
rands'
shed be company for you when
I'm to work out on the farm"
II amt complained O. bein' lone
some, that I know Of" answered the
old maid, dryly.
"She-she- Bother 1t all, Tabby,
she has no one belonging to her, and
I'm sorry for her, and
swell, then, why didn't you say so
at first said Tabitha, with a little
short laugh, which was almost sob.
I'm sure I'm willin', Hiram
So the little Scottish bluebell found
home among the bleak New England
hills, and took root among the rocks
as naturally as If she belonged there.
She grew up, slight and beautiful
as flower, and George Parsons, who
lived on the neighboring farm, be-
thought himself to fall in love with
her.
"a mere foundlng," said Mrs Par
sons, tall, high-shouldered dame, with
steel spectacles. and a little fuzzy
bunch of artificial curls on either side
Of her face "If you're gon' to be
fool enough to marry her, George, you
needn't expect to be countenanced no
longer by your family"
George looked sheepishly at the toes
Of his boots. Six-footer though he
was, it was quite evident that he was
not yet beyond the control Of the ma
ternal leading strings.
But, mother, there's Seth Harvey
a-goin' there every Sunday eyenin',
and--''
well, what them Let him go. If
he's fool. that's no reason you should
be one, too. Helen Lindsay won't
never be no count as a worker. She's
too slim-built and fine ladyish."
But, mother" and George looked
more sheepish than ever, I'll love
her"
ooh, fiddlesticksr' echoed Mrs. Par
sons, In accents Of the keenest con-
tempt. "Love! Ba-a-ah! I didn't
s'pose you was such a fool, George
| Parsons. Mahala Jones Is worth twice
as much at maxim butter and weavin'
rag carpet, as Helen Lindsay; and as
for beauty, why thee hasn't no taste
that don't prefer Mahala's black eyes
and red cheeks to a washed out-lookin'
creeter like Helen Lindsay, that don't
know whether she ever had a father
and mother. I amt no ways parttcu-
lar. but | do believe In ancestry"
"She amt to blame for that, moth
err"
"Well, all I've got to say is, 60 your
own gait, George Parsons, and see
where it'll lead you to. Only remem-
Der. then, the house and farm are
mine to leave and I mean to leave
them where I choose"
So George Parsons less independ-
ent In spirit than Seth Harvey, stayed
away from Hiram Vought's, and pref
ty Helen puzzled her brains to know
the reason why.
II had almost grown to like him."
she thought, "but, after all, | don't
know. Mr.. Harvey Is very handsome
and frank-mannered, and he doesn't
look the other way when I pass him
on the way to church. I know Mrs
Parsons despises me, because, as she
says, I have no one belongin' to me-
Well, let them manage matters to suit
themselves"
And Helen unconsciously drew her
slight figure up to its full height, and
curved her crimson lower lip. And
when Seth Harvey, the young village
lawyer, asked her to be his wife, she
answered:
yes"
Mr.. and Mrs. Seth Harvey had just
returned from their brief and simple
wedding tour, and Seth had taken his
| place In his office, one breezy March
morning, when the stage from the rail-
way station stopped at his door, and
rusty, yellowfaced little man step
ped out, with q battered valise In his
hands.
This Is Martinford7 and you are
the attorney and counselor at-law here,
l supposeT' he asked, in a dry, abrupt
tone, that sounded like a bark.
"At your service, SIR" Seth answer
! ed, briskly.
Then, sir, l wish to secure your
services to help me to discover the
whereabouts of one Mary Helen Lind
say, formerly Of Perthshire, Scot
land"
Seth stared.
What for?"
The little rusty man with the vel
low face opened his valise. and rum
mayed out a tape-tied bundle of vel
| lower papers.
Because, through the death Of three
relatives, in quick succession, she be
comes heiress to Glasgow Hall
bor Fol oouctp lot