The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1907-09-07

Aunt Hepsie Bargef measured ouS
the ingredients for the children's IA
vorite cup cake. We'll, Marion, here
you are at last, an right glad ! am to
see you, too"
Il expected you would be, Aunt Hep.
sic, and l should have been here ear
lier, but company came last night
and could not get away"
A bright faced girl had entered
and was taking on her wrappings as
II perfectly at home in the farm
house. Marion Ainslie was a charm.
ing girl. with the faculty Of attaching
warm friendship to herself from young
and old.
Uncle Jerry's folks came and STOP
per over on their way to Watertown
to spend Thanksgiving with Eli" she
explained. "They wanted me to go.
too, but Thanksgiving isn't quite the
same to me anywhere else but here"
mo, Marion, nobody can fill your
place." the bony old HAND. withered
and worn in service for others,
smoothed the satiny black hair caress-
ingly. IF you was really my own
darter l couldn't set more store by
| you"
A crimson flush overspread the soft
brunette cheek.
You haven't heard anything from
Jack yet, have you. Marion?'
mo, auntie, not word" she sighed.
Gust a year ago to-day, and 1t seems
like ten
What was 1t, child, that set him
off SOL" asked Mrs. Barber, gently.
i've always wanted to know, but
thought when you wanted me to hear
it you'd tell me-"
why, Aunt Hepsie. didn't you
know" the girl raised her head with
look of establishment. Il supposed
of course that he had told you the
whole foolish story, or l should have
spoken of it long ago"
Not word, dearie. He only came
in one day, his face all white and set.
| to tell me that he was going, and that
all women were fiirts and deceivers.
| thought for awhile that you had NIT
tened him, but I've put two and two
together since an changed my mind"
| why, you know, auntie, l was in
innate with Dolly Jenkins about that
time -"
There, ] knowed that tormented
wilder had something or other to do
with it," interrupted Mrs. Barber, en-
ergetically.
And she kept telling me of the at
tentions which Jack was paying her
on the sly, and intimating more than
Jack with. it, and-you know how
quick Jack Is, auntie?"
Yes, ready to go off the handle at
minutes warnin' an then too proud
to own that he's in the wrong"
And he wouldn't give me word of
satisfaction as to whether she had
told the truth or not, only that IL
had commenced distressing him SO
soon we might as well part first as
last, with other speeches which cut
deeper still. Oh, it was so hard. Aunt
Hepsie, when l loved him So He ac-
cused me of being jealous, but it was
not 80. l only thought it best IL he
really cared for her, to have the mat
ter settled rightly before it was too
late
My poor little girl; and that wild
DER" with detestation in every tone,
shes been after him thicker'n mush
ever since she took OF her mournin',
an all her grievance is that he would
have nothing to say to her"
Yes, know that, now that it's too
late, Aunt Hepsie; but there's no use
| crying for split milk" bright tear
trembled on the long eyelashes, land
l will try and not spoil my Thanksgiv-
ing with tears"
At length the cooking was all done,
the big turkey dressed and ready for
stuffing, and the rows on rows of pies
and rich, plummy cakes, the pan of
doughnuts and the heaping platter Of
cup cakes and another of jam tarts,
suggested large gathering on the
morrow.
There were the chambers yet to put
in order for the guests, and Marion
took that part OF the work while Aunt
Hepsie rubbed the silver and tidied
| the Kitchen.
Everything was already spotlessly
clean, for Aunt Hepsie was an immac-
ulate housekeeper, but there were
pitchers to I'LL, little looping back Of
curtains and arranging of furniture
to do, and Marion attended to 1t all.
humming song as she did SO.
In Jacks room alone. no preparation
was to be made. for Aunt Hepsie
would use the room for no one but its
owner; but Marion went in there with
lonely feeling in her heart, the song
dying upon her lips as she did 30.
Suddenly . thought came to her
she would prepare Jacks room too,
as II he were coming with the rest,
and with ntmble fingers she busted
and arranged everything In the best
possible order.
The house began to All with a merry
crowd Of relatives at an early hour on
the marrow, for Thanksgiving din.
ner at Aunt Hausie's was a treat to
young and old.
The younW minister was Just ex.
planning tho difference between q
spiritual and merely intellectual be.
lief In Scripture, when q frightened