Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1905-08-16

4uu DeluSu Oh QeT, Sa1Q Kew. JONI, III.
d1gnantly. you know you are not welt
just now. will admonish her and pol1t
out that sin of Gelfshness which doth
beset us ALL. s. = = z.55ss .*zs
Before Mrs. Patterne could restrain
him he had entered the kitchen.
Maria" said he, firmly, "be good
enough to bring me glass OF water" r:
"Oh, 60 away and don't bother, said
Cynthia. "Con't you see I'm busy?''
Il want glass of water, he persisted
with dull obstinacy.
Then get it," Cynthia put fresh
sheet OF paper into the typewriter and
went on with her work, obliyious Of his
presence.
Rev. John withdrew.
" "She is so kind to you that thought
Il thought it best toto temporize," he
explained to his wife, who was indig-
nant with him. "She-she is a mys-
terry"
"a heayen-sent one" declared the lit
tie wife, YEARLY. John, dear, I'm so
tired and-frightened.''
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 nursa
was an opulent-looking, Mrs. Gamp-like
sort OF person, whose prevailing charac-
teristics were 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.
"l-Pm afraid of her." sobbod the poor
little woman. I'm sure she gives baby
things to make him sleep"
well, I'll give him things to make
him Sleep" said the undaunted Cynthia.
Wholesome things
The next afternoon she found Mrs.
Patterne almost angry viWth her hu5-
band.
Because you do such lot he doesn't
realize how overworked you are" she
said, Grossly.
"Overworked! Not bit of it. Feel
my biceps. What is the trouble? Can't
l put it right?"
Il don't like to impose upon you"
Cynthia began to play with the baby.
Out with 1t. What is it,"
'J-john &as invited man to dine and
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. If
it were woman she would be much
more critical
Il hate to impose on your good ma
ture.'
That's all right. What shall get
for dinner? And who is the man?"
"Panton, a young army man who
used to read with John. He went out to
South Africa and has only just landed.
John is so fond of him that he wired TO
him directly he heard the steamer
was in"
"Quite right, too said Cynthia. flush
ing little. Il haven't had time to see
to-day's paper. I'll have look at it,
She went downstairs and picked up
the paper. Yes, *.Parkworth. Pepper
ton, Panton." She gave a little gasp.
pulled herself together and few upstairs
to get his room ready.
Stay week-a month-a year. till
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, but
must be OF in the morning to look for
some one Who
''Milly,' said Rev. John, there's the
boy at last. Panton, you've never met
my wife and-and the BABY
''I'll fetch him. said the proud young
mother, tripping gayly away.
She found Cynthia in the dining-room,
sound of Panton's voice.
us that's that the one?" Mrs. Pat
terne faltered
"Ye-es.''
isn't your proper place in the kltch-
en?" asked Mrs. Patterne, icily. and
Cynthia, crushed for once, Indignantly
swept by the ungrateful woman for
whom she had done so much.
She flung herself, heartbroken. into a
chair. And after all their silly misun-
derstandings they might have come to-
gether again! The pity of it!
Suddenly she heard Mrs. Patterne's
voice.
''This way, Capt. Panton. this way.
You'll be astonished when you SEE
The door opened and
"Cynthia!"
tDick!"
They were In one another's arms.
I'll bring the baby-presently,'' said
Mrs. Patterne, hastily shutting the
kitchen door from the o11fside