The daily democrat. [volume] (Anadarko, Oklahoma) 190?-1908, 1907-09-17

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NO, father. I've borrowed no
money, for, to tell the truth, I've not
paid for what I've got answered
John, while he looked away TO hide
the merriment that danced in his
eyes.
Il wouldn't a-bleeved IT," cried the
old man aghast. Il bleeve in charity.
but charity begins to home as the
sayin' is, and If you amt a-payin' fer
EN-, John. why. somebody has got to
lose EN-"
NO, nobody shall lose. Claribel
pays for them serself. Don't worry,
father. it's all right" and the young
mans honest blue eyes smiled down
into the old mans dim ones in such
a straightforward way. that his heart
was set at rest.
IL told mother / was sure 1t was.
But-well-some of the rest had got
her skeered, and she was bound ter
know"
Yes, Jerusha goes about agitating
the matter more than anyone else.
She don't want to do Claribel any in
jury, but she cant keep her tongue
still. Shed be a pretty good woman
If she didn't talk 50 much, and do
so much looking after other peoples
affairs
"Claribel pays fer 'em!" exclaimed
Jerusha, lest a poor minister's dar-
ter; she hadn't no money of her own.
How does she make It? Hirin' her
work done?" with a scornful laugh.
IT'S like. I've heard o folks alvin or
the interest of their debts
During the next six weeks Jerusha
found out" and reported to the rest
of the family" how Claribel had
declared that something must be
done to bring in the many children
of the village, who claimed Sunday as
a legal holiday. and never dreamed
Of entering the dull Sunday school
that the one little church in the vii.
lage Afforded.
Acting on this. she had purchased
a juvenile library of so books. fur.
nished Scripture text cards aAS pa
pers, besides. on several occasions.
meeting the excuses of some OF the
most unwilling ones by furnishing hat.
shoes or mittens (as the case might
required, amongst those she found in
her searchings amongst the highways
and hedges. John had kept his W
counsel, but a sharp lookout since
his conversation with his father.
Until the last Sunday, Claribel, alb
sorbed in her work. had not marked
the avorted looks and ominous g~lances
in her direction, although they had
been apparent to her husband.
But on that day. the little m
went home filled with dismay and
sorely wounded in heart.
At church Sophia and Mellndy had
passed her by with a cool nod. Jeru
sha had been blind. so to speak, since
none are so blind as those who will
not see"
Now, little woman said John. as
they drove ~homeward, your secret il
bound to come out. | will have them
all come to our house Tuesday eATen.
ing. and you shall tell 1t yourself"
So Tuesday night found the fam,
bly," on their way to Johns"
Although Hospitality received when
they arrived at Johns converse.
ton seemed bound to lag. John SUE.
gested tina, II Claribel would SAY her
say" they might all feel better"
SO in a few words Claribel eK-
planned how IL was. That she had
once been a correspondent to several
magazines. but had expected when
she took charge OF her own home to
lay aside her literary work. But low
ing the work. and being impressed by
the poverty in and about the village.
also the lack of interest on the part
of the children in . school, Sunday
school. or, in fact, anything good, she
had resolved to again take up her
pen, and by careful management she
could put out a part OF her work, and
make much more than she could save
by trying TO do 1t all herself.
u have bought some good books and
a few pretty things for my house"
said she, although | have gotten
nothing new TO wear"
Nothing newt shouted Jerusha
What did you have on in town last
week? And what did you wear last
%Sunday?"
In town | wore my lavender wed,
ding dress, colored a dark blue: and
on Sunday. a white Flemish tricot
(the dress l graduated I'M, colored
black" was the quiet answer. Il fiat,
ter myself that | have two very re-
spectacle suits from them. What !
have given away cost me not over
a hundred dollars. and | have saved
as much more for ourselves; /"
Il knowed IT," yelled Father Hop.
kins,' unable to restrain himself
longer. II kncwed It all the time.
and l told you all so. But" turn.
ing to Claribel. what made you so
still about it?"
Because | thought you would think
me silly TO suppose | could write any
thing worth publishing; what | wrote
seemed 50 insignificant to me that |
did not want anyone knew to read
the Wretched 'yarns' snnn