The Yakima herald. [volume] (North Yakima, W.T. [Wash.]) 1889-1914, 1906-07-04

"Twod be company unused Penn
brook, studying the flies on the cell.
/ ing.
Who'd take care of 'em I'd like t.
know" she demonstrated. you
needn't think TIM going to slave my
life out raising street waits for you
But IL you're determined to shoulder
maternal responsibilities why don't
you go at 1t in the natural order; sci
up your own household again and fill
your heart with twins. and triplets
even, IL you like
! 1t was Pembrook's turn to stare.
"Do you mean to insinuate that
should marry again."
II certainly do"
"Have you forgotten that my late
wife was your only sister,"
81 have not. but when a mans gone
daffy on babies as you have I think
he ought to have so many that his
arms couldn't hold them, nor his
pocketbook encompass them. I know
half a dozen girls who'd be glad to
take the reins here. There's Molly
Jones. she's n sensible girl; pretty,
smart and saving. I'm sure she'd make
a capital mo-"
ITS you who are crazyr He threw
up his hands and sank into a chair at
the onslaught.
Nothing of the kind; Tn talking
sense. There's Becky Rubens, Tavina
Moore and Belle Orchard, the store
keepers daughter. She's a little old,
but sensible. Then there's the par
sons newly arrived sister. I've heard
she already had pair of twins, and
as her defunct husband was a mis-
sionary she'd surely be the most de-
sirable and capital of them ALL"
She finished her words with a hard
stare over her glasses. then gathered
up her knitting and sailed toward the
door.
Are you going to the picnic?" she
flung back over ner shoulder, holding
the door half way open.
Picnic nothing. Leave me, leave
me, Leave me to thinkr he gasped.
AS the woman banged the door Penn
brook settled back in the chair,
stretched out his long legs. clasped his
hands behind his head and gazed long
at a portrait on the wall.
1t was then that one saw how hand
some the man really was. His smooth
shaver face gave prominence to the
square jaw. The dimp1es which
played around his wide mouth plead
his cause only too we'll. But his deep
set eyes were the drawback to his
otherwise good face, and by the many
blinl1ings behind the glasses you could
easily see that he was ncacsighted.
Three years have I lived in loneli-
ness?" he soliloquized as he gazed
upon the black-browed, handsome face
mo ministering hand or prattling
tongue. But why go unloved? Why
not carry out my pet hobby and adopt
a child? Marry" He covered within
himself. Was it altogether from loves
LOYALTY? Or did some memories of a
scathing tongue remain which caused
him to cringe so like a coward. He
dropped his eyes to the tempestuous
waters at the bottom of the canyon;
it sounded like childish laughter, and
the waving grass on the opposite slope
nodded enticingly for romping baby
feet
A clap of thunder startled Pembroke
| to his feet with a triumphant decision.
| He stalked over to the window and
| looked out. The rain was coming
down in sheets. Even the ducks had
given it up, and setting themselves
at perpendicular We're trekking
toward the wood shed, their beady
eyes blinking as they ran. The in
nocent brook had become a raging
torrent. 1t swizzled two-thirds of the
way up the sides of the foot log, then
angry caps over the top, and spread
from the porch steps far beyond the
road which wound along the other
side of the gulch
! AS Pembroke gazed a curious OBJ
| ject floated in view from behind a
clump of willows far up the stream.
He called for Catherine. By the time
| of her arrival second one had APP
peared on the scene. Her discerning
| eyes soon solved the mystery
Get down into the water and catch
it, man, it is abituminous ark and
probably holds a baby"
The channel was narrowest and