Greene County herald. (Leakesville, Miss.) 1898-current, 1907-10-25

| tion, and added little praises OF his
own in mammies ear.
Caroline, the baby, all the others,
admired enthusiastically. Only the
| hired worrier worried now in the
| household of the Heaths. Then like
bolt from cloudless sky came the end
of this satisfactory arrangement.
Henrietta Heath at her peaceful, un-
worried mending one morning, beheld
| the worrier standing in the door with
unwonted excitement evident in her
whole bearing.
"Pve come to give warning" She
| spoke rapidly. Il can't wait to give
two weeks notice. l belong to the
union, and they've ordered me to quit
work"
"Is it a striker" demanded Mrs
Heath, though uselessly.
The person in the doorway had ap-
| parently not heard the question.
I'm sorry can stay to finish worry
| ing about the babys tooth that's COM
ing in crooked, but you'll have to fin
ish it out Miss Caroline's stopped
| shoulders came next on my list-I
| planned that and Miss Sylvia's runover
heels for this afternoon" She took
| out her memorandum and consulted
it with knit brows, muttering items
under her breath: Master Griffith's
cowlick, Thyrsas ears, thin places in
sitting room carpet-m--m-m-in
spots on table cloth-m-m-m-"h her
voice trickling out into indistinctness.
Suddenly she folded the paper and ex-
tended it toward Mrs. Heath. "It may
| be help" she said gravely. 'I've al
ways made it practice to work from
prepared list-dear knows I'd have
died long ago if hadn't! It's wear
| ing business-wearing. New lines
seemed to appear startlingly in her
wizened face and she sighed deeply.
An awful terror gripped Henrietta
Heath-this was herself standing fac
ing her in the doorway! This was the
way she was going to look and to
sigh!
"Good-by," the worrier said, and
turned away. But the other woman
called her-shrieked after her:
Come back! Come back and get
your list! Take it with you'll don't
want it. l tell you I'm not going back
to worrying l won't! l WON'T" She
tried to get out of her chair-to throw
away the list of worries. 1t grew
heavy, like a leaden list, in her hands.
it grew hot and burned her.
why, marmie!"
1t was Mig standing over her. She
was in Griffith is great easy chair.
You screamed out in your sleep
you must have had an awful dream"
Awful" shuddered marmie. Mig
she lifted her face to the girl-"am
l wizened? Do l look old and sour
and dreadful? Tell me quick
why, marmie! Why, what are you
thinking of? You look dear"
The little mother swept the little
daughter into her arms, laughing joy
ously the while Then l woke up in
time-I mean l went to sleep in time.
Just in time, Miggins!"
Mig's face, expressive of utter be,
wilderment, came out of the dizzy en-
brace. Her errand upstairs recurred
to her.
Il came up," she painted breathless-
ly, ito tell you the baby's torn great
hole in his rompers-awful! And
Sylvia's practicing C. fat instead of
| "A fiat-I can't make her stop. And
Thyrsa's broken the biggest plat"
Mig, listen to me! There are worse
things than holes and C. flats and
broken platters. You go downstairs
and be thankful your mother has
found it out in time Here-kiss me
first. Now rum" But she called after
the light-retreating little figure. Mig
/ gins!"
'Yes? What say, mariner"
you are sure it isn't wizened YETI"
"Marmie, the idea, It's dear-dear-
dear"
Henrietta Heath ran to her mirror
and gazed at herself in its unfiattering
depths. She began to pinch and knead
the sweet face there.
"Pll pinch 'em out-I'll knead 'em
out" she said. Then I'll start again,
smooth"
Downstairs the girl twin practicing
her discordant little scales seemed to
be playing a tune.-Womap's Home
| Companion