The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1907-09-03
A SPINSTER'S SECRET
BY JOHN n. RAFrERx.

a serious courtship, an offer Of marriage
or the least indication that she would ever
experience either. Once, indeed, when she
was quite a chiid-only 24-there had been
a young man, a very pious, well-mannered
young clergyman, who-but that seemed
like dream to Miss Sophie now. She might
have doubted whether he ever lived II he
had not given her that little old Book of
Common Prayer and the faded daguerreo-
type of himself in that little folding case
in the corner of the what not
For four years now Miss Sophie had been
"mothering" the two children Of her dead
sister. Until Matte grew old enough and
strong enough to go to work Aunt Sophie
had been hard put to it TO make ends meet
in the little household. SEE had sewed and
mended, MIXED her own COW, tended her
own chickens, cooked, secured and saved
to keep Matte and the boy, Harry, decently
at school. She had even found time to do
some plain sewing for the neighbors, and it
was agreed on all sides that Aunt Sophie
hadn't "a lazy bone in her body" Mstties
wages as machine CIR" in the button fac
tory helped wonderfully in this small house
hold but it made the old maids heart bleed
to see her set off for the shop every morn
ing and poor Harry, who was 10, looked
without his sister.
Mr. Kingsland, the button manufacturer
had been very kind to Miss Sophie and to
Matte. In fact, he had made place" for
the child, and had gone out Of his way to
advance her in the works, with CORE
spending increase of pay. But he was a
practical business man for all that, and the
hours we're long, the work hard and the
wages not over much In little towns like
Belleville everybody knows everybody, and
Mr.. kingsland had special reasons for know
ing Aunt Sophie. Her brother had worked
in the factory, and it seemed quite fair and
natural that he should be kind to the or
phans. But this kind Of interest hardly ex-
planned his first visit to the old maids
house, nor the repeated attentions which be
showed them. He was forever asking her
advice about the treatment Of the girls at
work in his factory, and Sunday seldom
passed without a visit, long or short, from
Mr.. KingsIand.
He was pleased to take tea with them
once or twice, and he showed such an in
terest in "her children, such a fatherly re-
gard for Matte, such an amused friendship
for little Harry, such frank and generous
desire to be kind to everyone, that little Miss
Sophie came TO regard him as something less
than wealthy patron, something more than
a mere acquaintance. There was no non
sense about him, and his presence in the
house, though a cause of restraint at first
for both Matte and her brother, came to
seem so natural that the cheerful little
housekeeper always laid his plate for Sunday
supper, and the girl and her brother always
dressed in their finest and smiled their sweet
est when they knew he was coming.
he
present be would sit in the veranda with
Miss Sophie and tell her old stories of his
past life-plain, unvarnished tales of his
struggles for an education and living-an
unromantic story full of the grim realities of
a poor boys hopes and disappointments.
He had never married. He had been too
busy with the harsher affairs of life.
Il don't know that anyone would have
me, be would laugh. Pm 60 years old,
plain old bear; now, don't you think so, Miss
Sophie?"
And she would reply with some trite old
sophistry, as Handsome is as handsome
does" or Never too late to mend" But
when be was gone, lonesome giant trudg-
ing away 20 his furnished room in the hotel,
she would sit alone for hours after the chi
dren were gone to bed and wonder If his
visits, if his confidential manner and talk,
if his extraordinary interest in Der and the
little ones meant anything" And if so?
Suppose" she would say, looking into
her little mirror at her own round. cheerful.
wholesome face, suppose he should What ,
Ask you to marry him. What would you
say:''
And she would smile little doubtfully, as
she shook her head, and. putting out the
light. lay down to think it all over. There
was nothing particularly romantic about
Miss Sophie. She was a demure, modest lit
tie soul, but, being woman, she could not
avoid pondering such denouement for this
persistent friendship of man whom every
body admired and respected. 1t was in such
terms that she thought of him. He was no
hero in her eyes, for the little old maid didn' t
go in" for heroes. She fancied that he
would make a gentle, considerate, safe"
husband for any woman, and
He's like a father to tine children al
ready" she caught herself saying one night
And after that she thought of kingsland in
a new light. What an advantage il would
be for Matte and Harry to have guardian,
a protector, a father like thats Matte,
poor child. was not fitted for such hard work.
The opportunities for a girl, or even for a
boy. were so small in the small town. Then
they were srcl pretty, imaginative, anna
ble children. She, Aunt Sophie, had already
determined to devote her Ire TO them Why
not complete her devotion to them by mar
rylng kingslandp
Her reflections always came back to that.
At last one night he called a little later
than usual, while Matte and Harry were at
the concert. Miss Sophie noticed that be
was dressed up, and she felt the fever OF
curiosity and fear come into her plump
cheeks and brget eyes. She lad les him
into the little parlor. and VS. about to light
the lamp, but he stopped her with:
Don't I'm. the light, Miss Sophie just
want to IS a few things. l feel more col
leeted easier, in the dark"
STae scared little spinster wondered if she
-dfight faint, but sat down in the far corner
with a queer little siga. He went on, sFeak-
ing rapidly ami very plainly: Il am thinking
of getting married, Miss Sophie That is.
within the next year or so. Meanwhile /
want to do something tor you-tse children.
Id like to send Matte to some good school.
No, no, She needn't know any thing about it.
And Harry want Harry to keep on at
school and take a purse of manual training.
Ii can be a secret between us-between YOU
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