The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1905-07-01

gels, Dorothyp
"Oh, they all have long hair! He
18th thorry for them, but ne don't never
want to be one"
What is SIMPSONS last nameP'
Aunt Dee asked.
Whiting only Whiting; it ithn't
out Of the Bible, like Thamthon. What
it'll the matter, Aunt Dee? You
jumpedy'
Nothing, dear; knew some one Of
that name several years ago. Now,
you must say your prayers, and let
me put out the light. Mamma b COM
Ing up to kiss you good night"
Alone In her room Aune Dee re-
called the past, and the past INSOFAR
ably connected with David Whiting.
Some one OF that name had loved
her eight long years ago. She had
loved him, and foolishly ~ refused
him for another woman's sake. Had
Grace Thornby been happy with the
man she iovedf Happy as Deborah
Wright might have been?
He never called me Deborah" she
Dorothy's named for me now. Poor
Grace! ! never dreamed that she was
dead. They moved away before Sam
son came. know the poor little man
Is David's boy; the likeness Is perfect
My heart goes out to that pathetic lit
tie figure in blue gingham! could
pray with Dorothy, o Lord, pleath
have Thamthon'th hair cutv'
The next day was Saturday. Sam
son came over early in the morning,
and the children played happily for
over an hour. Then there was such a
commotion in the yard that Aunt Dee
went to the door to see what was the
matter
Samson, with Dorothy behind him,
was the center Of group of boys. His
cheeks were flushed and his eyes shin
ing. II won't stand it" he cried. ~
amt a GIRL
He 18th boy" Dorothy lisped
valiantly. "Hith name 18th Than
thon,"
samson's tormentors hooted deris.
lively.
"Thamthon! She says its name is
'Thamthon, and 1t has curls!'
Before Aunt Dee could interfere
Samson's fist had come in close contact
with the leader Of the group. The
bOy-fwice as large as his antagonist
was too astonished to avoid the
blow. When he saw Aunt Dee COM
ing he picked himself up from the
grass and ran swiftly down the street,
his companions following like a flock
Of sheep.
Aunt Dee's eyes blazed with right,
eous indignation. 1.-The cowardsv she
cried. Samson's lips quivered, and he
bllnked hard to keep the tears back
boys didn't cry! "I-I-hate curlsw
he said.
Aunt Dee made a sudden resolution
she felt reckless. Dorothy she
cried, bring me the scIssors! Dor
othy looked surprised, but she had
been taught to obey her elders. While
she was gone Aunt Dee said quietly:
do you know how Samson-the Bible
Samson-lost his haIrT
"Oh, yes" the little Samson answer
ed promptly. "Delllah cut it off. Aunt
Mercy said Delilah was a bad woman.
but liked her first rate"
Dorothy came up with the scissors
in her hand. Here they are, Aunt
Dee, she said.
A look of wonder and delight came
into samson's blue eyes. She called
you Aunt Dr." he cried; "does D
stand for Delilah?"
1T does this morning." the scissors
lady said, dsterminedly, and she
shipped the long curls of as though
she enjoyed her work. There! After
1t Ia shingied," she said, land we get
rid sOf this apron, you will be a really,
truly boy, dear! Run into the house.
Dorothy; am going home with Sam
son."
She gathered the curls in one hand
and held out the other to the grateful
little boy. Straight into the old house
they walked, and Aunt Mercy held
up her withered hands In horror at
the sight of her shorn lamb.
How did this happen?" she gasped,
and the scissors lady, like George
Washington, could not tell q lie," but
made a full confession.
Some one came into the room while
she was introducing herself to Aunt
Mercy-some one who stood behind
her and listened hungrIly to the sweet
voice, pleading for the motherless little
boy.
HE has been 50 unhappy she said:
'and-forgive me-I've been wonder
ing If you understand boys? They
need"
"They need a mothers lovew The
voice came from behind her. full and
deep, just as David Writings voice
had sounded eight years before. She
turned and looked at him. the warm
color flooding her face.
,"They need a mothers love-" he
said again. Gan my little lad have
that Deep He held out his arms en-.
treatingly, and the scissors lady walk
ed into acknowledgements Sun.
Strong Faith.