The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1905-08-11


for a glass OF water"
please don't Cyn-Marias busy"
Isn't IL "a little unusual for a serv-
ant to be busy when her master wants
glass Of water?'
This Is q unusual servant" suggested
Mrs. Patterne. Il promised her that she
should have two hours TO herself every
evening"
You promised, Most thoughtless
and selfish of her. said Rev. John, in
dignantly. "You know you are not well
Just now. will admonish her and point
out that sin Of selhshness which doth
beset us all"
Before Mrs. Patterne could restrain
him he had entered the kitchen.
Maria" said he, firmly, be good
enough to bring me a glass Of water"
"Oh, go away and don't bother" said
Cynthia. Cont you see I'm busy?'
Il want a glass OF water, he persisted
with dull obstinacy.
Then get ~" Cynthia put fresh
sheet Of paper into the typewriter and
went on with her work. Obvious Of his
presence.
Rev. John withdrew.
"She is so kind TO you that thought
Il thought IL best toto temporize," he
explained 10 his wife. who was indig-
nant with him. "She-she is a mys-
terry"
"A heaven-sent one" declared the lit
tie wife, YEARLY. John. dear, I'm so
tired and-frghtened."
With the coming of the baby Cynthia
redoubled her exertions. She seemed
to know all about it, and. as the nurse
said the baby took to her This nurse
was an opulent-looking, Mrs Gamp-like
sort Of person. whose prevailing charac-
teristics were a red nose and smell OF
peppermint. Three weeks after the birth
Of the baby Cynthia ordered her out
Of the house. for she had discovered Mrs.
Patterne crying herself into Mysteries.
lin afraid of her, sobbed the poor
little woman. Il IN sure she gives baby
things to make him sleep"
well, III give him things TO make
/ him sleep" said the undaunted Cynthia.
Wholesome things"
The next afternoon she found Mrs.
Patterne almost angry wiwth her hus-
band.
Because you do such lot he doesn't
realize how oyerworked you are, she
said. Grossly.
"Overworkedl Not bit Of 1t. FEEL
my biceps What is the trouble? Can,
put it right?'
II don't like to impose upon you"
Cynthia began 10 play with the baby
"Out with it, What is it?'
y john has invited man to dine anC
stay the night"
well, why shouldn't J-john?"
"As II you hadn't such lot to do"
Don't mind in the least One more
man doesn't make much difference. /
Ii were a woman she would be mucl
more critical"
Il hate to impose on your good ma
ture."
That's all right What shall ! &c
for dinner? And who is the MANI"
n "Panton, a young army man VIII
used to read with John. He went out L
South Africa and has only just landed
John is so fond of him that he wired L
him directly he heard the steau.e
was in"
quite right. too, said Cynthia, flush
ing a little. Il haven't had time to SCI
to-day's paper. III have look at It,"
She went downstairs and picked NJ
the paper. Yes. "Parkworih. Pepper
ton. Panton" She gave a little gasp
pulled herself together and few upstair
to get his room ready.
stay a week-a month"; year, I'll
YOU get over that wound" said Rev
John. with more animation than Gym
thia had ever heard him show.
: Then there came another voice, sad
thin. hollow Thanks. old man. bu
| must be of in the morning to look 70
some one who"
"Milly," said Rev. John, here's tn
boy at last. Panton. you've rever me
my wife and-and the baby"
III fetch him" said the proud youn
mother, tripping gayly away.
she found Cynthia IN the dining-roon
hand to heart. straining her ears for tn
sound Of Panton's voice.
r lis that's that the one?' Mrs. Pa
terne faltered.
"Ye-es."
( Isn't your proper place in the kitcf
Y en?" asked Mrs Patterne. icily, an
Cynthia. crushed for once indignant
4 swept by the ungrateful woman fc
Q whom she had done so much.
4 She flung herself. heartbroken, into
y chair. And after all their silly misur
+. derstandlngs they might have come Il
y eether again! The pity of IL!
a Suddenly she heard Mrs. Patterne
voice.
z This way. Capt. Panton, this wa
& You'll be astonished when you see"
y The door opened and
Cynthia"
Il Dick"
/, They we're in one anothers arms
"Ill bring the baby-presently," sa
J. Mrs. Patterne, hastily shutting Il
II kitchen door from the outside.
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