The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1907-10-20

] Allen blood in me on both sides. Tn
Submit Allen, Charity Aliens daugh'
| ter
Keep still!' cried the old lady ir
tremulous delight ''I want to know!
Why, so you be! Little Subtle, we
use't' call We! How's your mother?
| My, but I'd be glad to see her! 'Tafnt
likely's I shall, though, not unless you
bring her over here. she's not's old
as I be, your mother isn't
mot much less" said Mrs. Submit.
! Mothers eighty-one, but she's spry.
/ You don't change, Mrs. Rogers, you're
wonderful for eighty-four.'
Eyes, 1 do change, too said the old
lady, II wasn't one mite near-sighted
two years ago. Come into the house.
Who's this you've brought? One of
the girls I'd ought t known
No She's stayin' over to South
Chagford, in one of the cottages. She's
from Boston-Miss Marcia Appleton,
Mrs. Keturah Rogers"
''Glad to meet We, child" said Mrs
Rogers.
But she instantly reverted to older
associations, forgetful of youth be-
yond the circle of her life.
Lets see. you're married, amt We,
Submit?'' she asked, as she led the
way into the house.
Mercy sakes, 1 guess I am" laugh
ed Mrs. Submit. Been married TWEEN
ty-six years"
keep still. You Amt! How time
does fly!" exclaimed the old lady.
Who'd we marry? Yes, 1 like my
house, but faint fine like those you're
uset to-" she added, as Marcia ex-
claimed ecstatically on entering the
kitchen, which was also the living
room.
Everything, except the stove stand
ing against the ancient fireplace, now
covered with a fireboard, was vener-
able; the old clock, faithfully adding
minute to minute with its swinging
as it had done for a CEN
fury; the rush bottom chairs; the fid-
dle-string armchairs; the clover-leaf,
cherry side-table, and the nigh
dresser, laden with its blue
and white. brown and white, and PINK
china, unbroken after more than CEN
fury of handling by careful house
wives.
Marcia Appleton sank into a high
backed rocking-chair and gave herselI
nm to a. pleasant feeling of unreality |
which left her uncertain of her CEN
turv. of her own existence outside or
a realistic tale of New England life. as
Mrs. Submit, drawing her chair close |
to her hostess, replied to her last /
question:
ct married Joel Henderson; his
mother was an Allen, too-he's my
fifth cousin, as I reckon. 1 never could |
get hold of that 'once-removed' way |
IF countin. James Henderson's son, |
you remember"
Certain 1 do, now you tell me-" as
;ented Mrs. Rogers. ''Twenty-six
years. d. you say? Mercy on u.s.
must be gettin' old
..Pm fifty years old myself next
time, Mrs. Rogers" said
Mrs. submit to Marcia's surprise, for
Ter fresh cheeks would not have led
me to set down a half-century TO her F
liscredit.
80 you be, so you be- returleo
Hrs Rogers. ''You were born four
months after my Abil; remember
,our mother and me maxim Things
ogether. Abil was fifty years old the
wenty-fifth of last month
awful hot time for his birthday,
commented Mrs Submit.
..WelI. I guess twas! You don
now nothin' bout ii. I tell Abil /
ever shall forget his birthday! Twas
he hottest summer for years, and
Ike to died. Dear me, dear me! 1t
ia take courage; them lean-to bed
ooms is close. I had ten children and
,,avar had a mite O. help with my