The Cook County herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Minn.) 1893-1909, 1907-02-02

| --IACA Ludt ucTClIul conclusion WHICH
death brings. My Man feels himself
turning hot and cold: I must be go
ing: it's getting late he hears his
own voice continuing, dry and indis-
tinct: 'Goo@-bye; you must come and
see me. I'm at the same place-no
change. Should like to ask you home
but we're only modest folk; and
dull, I fear, at times He seizes the
others hand, shakes it-and tears
himself away
Again brief pause: "You may
think that I am becoming prosy, as
| we'll as sentimental in my old age,
Reggie" Kitty remarked. But, some
times, one likes to think quietly of the
past. 1t helps one to, be honest,
| and
Tolerant"
II was going to say-humble," con-
fessed her ladyship. We'll, my Man
reaches home and let's himself in with
his key. In a small, neat front room
| sits small, neat woman; with the
dearest, truest face in the world. She
| is knitting quietly; and turns her head
with some quick, bright word of well
come on her lips. One sees
Kitty held up little hand, as if to
shield herself from the blaze of our
fire. Zone Sees" she added, gently.
that the small, neat woman-is
| blind"
why do you talk of it, Kit?'' asked
l, softly. 1T hurts you; and there is
no need. One should reread only the
pleasant pages in Lies book
1T helps me to be honest" persist
ed Kitty, slowly. There are moments
when one so nearly forgets :.
My Man asks abruptly for his son;
and learns that he has not yet come
IN. This house is almost an hotel,
says the father, grufHy and a little
unfairly. "A shabby one-but t.serves
for him to sleep in, and eat in He
draws his chair to the fire and sits
there modify; whilst his wife, putting
away her knitting, noiselessly busies
herself getting the supper. The door
| opens, and the mother smiles as she
hears her daughter enter. Such a
queer little girl, Reggie, with pig
tail of mouse-colored hair! She glances
shrewdly towards her father, and notes
the tired, pinched features; the scars
of the many wounds that Time has
dealt upon gallant, if rather impa-
tient fighter. She crosses to him, and
coming behind his CHAIR
Il can see you, Kit interrupted.
And pig-tail and all. I don't find it
strange that l should so dearly love
| YOU
"Hushi I ought not to remember
these things, aloud But you, Reggie,
| are somehow different from all the
| folk meet. Please don't mistake my
meaning. I get into a way of speak
ing very intimately with you, l am
afraid"
You make me very proud, Kit
Proper pride, let me believe an.
| nounced Kitty, deciding for us both.
But newspaper is ready and we all
sit down.! Well, halfway through sup
er,sthere sounds knock at the door.
The son presently comes into the
room. He takes the mother back to
her chair-she had gone to the door
! to meet him-and he stoops to kiss
that dearest face. Sorry to be late,
Dad says he, a wee bit nervously.
But l got kept at the Office. An old
chum of the guvnor's turned up, just
as | was leaving. He waits to see
if the frowns will reappear, ere tell
Of +a1
The clouds have lifted, in
deed! The boy had stayed late to
good purpose. He had been summoned
to the guv'nor's room so soon as the
old chum' had left it. Had been Of
fered a grand post, tremendous lift
up. But-abrOad"
Kitty turned toward me. "You Gym
les will say that that's the way of
things, she declared roundly, as if on
her defense. Its not true! Perhaps,
sometimes the good is hidden away
like the kernel in a nut-and we have
to crack a hard shell to get it out.
It's there, Reggie, though :.
You will have guessed that my faith
er's 'schoolmate' and Mr.. Tyson's old
chum' we're one and the same? He
had gone straight to Tyson's, and
whilst my brother was fidgeting at his
desk, the two men had been discuss
ing matters, weighty enough for us
all, in the end" She smiled whim-
sically, at another thought, which must
have arisen then.
MY father grew younger and young
er as we all talked of Philips future:
SO assured, so dazzling in it's many
possibilities. 1t was good of old
Frazer; it was splendid of him. cried
my father, in his best and biggest
voice. He wanted to help me, I could
see it. And I resented it, too, sir,
By Jove, he has stolen march on me.
I never should have credited any man
with having such fine instincts. Our
friends, mother, eh? Tonight, as
was coming along, I was nearly for
getting-Oh, host Of things
But, save us, woman, what's there to
CIV about? Aren't Won o1ad rno+hor