The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1907-10-17
A Pretty School Teacher and Learned Professor
ny EDIrA FullERron soorr. sos" sse'



'Now sit right down, my dear, do!
You're al tuckered out with the walk
up that hill. l always did say that
hills weren't meant for human bein's
to climb; it's hard enough work for
horses and other dumb critters with
four legs to help them. Not but
that I'm fond of hills, in a way.
They're most refreshin' to look at
from a distance-and / wouldn't be
hired to live in town where there's
nothin' to be seen but dusty streets
and brick houses, but they certainly
are dreadful hard on your back and
for takin' the breath clean out of you
there's nothin' equal to them. Here.
drink this glass of milk-it's nice
and cool and win set you up bit"
The school teacher "from the city"
gratefully accepted the offered bev-
erage and then leaning back in the
old-fashioned rocker watched her
hostess, who went on with the iron
ing that had been interrupted for
minute by the visitors arrival.
Don't you ever get tired, Mrs.
Whittier" she asked, noting admir-
ingly the strong muscles of the barred
arm as the iron moved swiftly to and
fro. How do you manage to do
everything about the house, with no
one to help you? And I should think
you would get lonesome, too, with
nobody to talk to during the day."
Law sakes, child, don't do half
what did ten years ago. Then, not
only did all the housework, but
helped on the farm, milked the cows,
and even tended to my own garden
patch. I could do 1t all now, IL
'twern't for my lame hip, but ever
since l fell on the ice and was laid
mp with broken bone for nigh on
two months--that's goin' on nine
years ago-I amt ben quite up to
par, and it's kinder hard for me to
get around AS to bein' lonesome,
why l don't have time to think of
sech thing. The only time l ever
did feel so, was just after my boy
went away to school. His father
was very scholarly sort of man,
ought to have been a professor, in
stead of a farmer, and before he died
he made me promise to send the lad
away for his schoolin'. Well, as I
was sayin, just after Teddy went
away 1t seemed as though couldn't
stand the stiffness of the place, and l
got to be afraid OF my own shadow
even But then, the Deacon, who
had lost his woman while before,
come In one night, and he says. says
he, Mary Amid known him ever
since We was boy and girl together
Mary Ann, you seem dreadful lone
some nowadays, and my house is
goin' to rack and ruin, so what dye
say to iinin' forces?' and then he UP
and-"Well," she continued, faint
blush overspreading her wrinkled
cheeks, ito cut long tale short. we
was married the next month ard for
most a score of years we've lived
happy ever since, as the story books
say"
Il didn't know you had a son, {"
the school teacher remarked. "He
doesn't live here, does he?" she
asked rather hes,tatingly, not know
Ing but that he might now be num-
pered with the dear departed.
Didn't you, Miss Thomson?
Somehow ! thought everybody knew
about my boy, for he's maxim name
Tor himself" Mrs. White answered.
her face beaming with motherly
pride, He's as smart as a whip.
and, like his father, dotes on books.
In fact. he graduated from college.
and Is now a professor of somethin'
or other-I never could remember
the word, but 1t ends with 'ology'-in
large private school in New York.
He's maxim lots OF money and every
Christmas he sends me a hundred
dollars. which l always put into the
bank for him, though of course he
don't know that's what becomes OF Il
The Deacon gives me all l need and
4 often think perhaps Teddy'il be
marryin' some OF these fine days, and
then he'll be glad enough to have a
tidy little sum to go housekeepin' on.
or course he'll have his fathers farm
when am gone, but that amt worth
much of anythin', and all the ready
money there was went to nay for
his schoolin' - schoolin' is terrible
expensive-so feel it's my duty to
look out mite for his future. He's
a good boy, Teddy is. He never
forgets his old mother but comes TO
SEQ ner whenever he gets the chance
anu ~ Just as lovin' as when he was a
papy, and that's sayin' great deal.
Wnat' Must you go?" as Miss
Tnomson arose. "Well, I'r, reel
g'ad you stopped In, and you must
come again. OH most forgot
the Church Missionary Society meets
here next Tuesday at three O'Clock
so won't you come. tooq We always
have real nice times. SEWN. arS'
talkin'. and It would be sort Of m soc,a-
Eble FOR you" = ''~'@
The invitation was so besrt,,v
given that Miss Thomson gladly ~ ~
cepted It, and then bidding the n',a
cons CHEEKY wife goodbye. proceed q 4
on her homeward way. =
The school teacher was fhe o.,o
boarder that the village Of Carrviils
could boast or ThNre was tradi-
tion that in days gone by. there had