The pioneer express. [volume] (Pembina, Dakota [N.D.]) 1883-1928, 1907-01-11

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IN the years ago. She had-run away
from him. There had been q. scandal
then that merciful conclusion witch
death brings. My Man feels himself
turning hot and cold: 7 must be 60.
Ing; it's getting late he hears his
own voice continuing, dry and indis.
tinct: Goodbye; 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, fear, at times He seizes the
others hand, shakes it-and tears
himself away"
Again brief pause: "You may
think that / am becoming prosy, as
well as sentimental in my old age,
Reggie" Kitty remarked. "But, some
times, one likes to think quietly of the
past. It helps one to be honest,
and"
Tolerant"
Il was going to say-humble," con
fessed her ladyship. well, my Man
reaches home, and lets 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
I. softly. ut 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 go 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, grufly and a little
unfairly. "A shabby one-but 1t serves
for him to sleep in, and eat in He
draws his chair TO the fire and sits
there moodily; whilst his wife. putting
away her knitting, noiselessfy busies
herself getting the supper. The dso,
opens, and the mother smiles as she
hears her daughter enter. Such 6
queer little girl, Reggie, with a pig
tail of mouse-colored hair! She glances
shrewdly towards her father, and note.
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, ant
coming behind his chair"
II can see you, Kit" I interrupted
"And pig-ta;l and all. 1 don't find /,
strange that I should SO dearly love
YOU"
Hush! I ought not to remembe.
these things, aloud. But you, Reggie
are somehow different from all the
folk I meet. Please don't mistake my
meaning. I get into a way of speak
ing very intimately with you, I am
afraid"
you make me very proud, Kit"
Proper pride, let me believe" an
nounced Kitty, deciding for us beth
But newspaper is ready and we all
sit down! Well, halfway through sup
per, there 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 deo,
to hieet him-and he stoops to kiss
that dearest face. Sorry to be late
Dad says he, wee bit nervously.
But got kept at the Office. An old
chum Of the guv'nor's turned up, just
as was leaving He waits to see
J II the frowns, win reappear, ere tell
ing us the rest of q marvellous tale.
|. 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, a tremendous lift.
up. But-abroad."
Kitty turned toward me. 'You Gym.
les will say, that that's the way of
things" she declared round1y, as II on
her defense. TITS not true! Perhaps,
sometimes the good is hidden away
like the kernel in 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 tschoolmate' and Mr.. Tyson's 'old
chum' were one and the same? He
had gone straight to Tyson's, and
whilst my brother was f1dgeting 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, could
see it And resented it. too, sir!
BY Jove, he has stolen a 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 4,
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