Evening bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1895-1912, 1907-05-18


sn'ai change from portentous black
wallet that fastened with Il strap.
Good night" said the driver, pocket
ing the money, with grunt and a jim
gle. Like the boy, he had been very
careful not to step off the mat. Good
night, Miss Tempy. Shows lettin' up a
little mite. Guess twill be clear by
mornin'. Good night, Brad"
The plump lady closed the door be
hind him just in time to shut out the
opening notes of the Sweet BY and
By" Then she dropped the hook into
the staple, wound the leather strap
carefully about the wallet, placed the
latter in Il compartment of a tall chest
of drawers in the corner, turned the
key upon it and put the key under the
alabaster candlestick on the mantel
Then she turned to the boy, who, hold
ing his carpet bag with both hands,
still stood uneasily on the mat, while
the slim lady tidgeted in front of him.
Bradley" said the plump lady-she
was dressed in some sort Of black ma
terial that rustled and wore a lace col
lar, jet earrings and breastpin with
braided lock of hair in the center of it
I'm Miss Priscilla this is my sister,
Miss Temperance"
Eyes, Bradley" conceded Miss
Tempy,' we're Ieal glad to see you"
She was the younger of the two and
was gowned in iNhat the boy learned
later was her "brown poplin." Her
hair was not worn plain. like her sis
ter's, but had little bunch of cllrls
over each ear She also wore hair
breastpin, but her earrings were gold.
Bradley shook the extended hands,
Miss Prissys red and dimpled and
Miss Tempy's thin and white. with
two old fashioned rings on the fingers.
won't you--won't you set down"
ventered Miss -Tempy after a rather
awkward pause.
why yes, of course" said Miss
Prissy, "and take your things right off
do"
Bradley placed the carpetbag on the
corner Of the mat and pulled off the
shabby overcoat. The jacket and
trousers beneath were also shabby, bU
it was at his shoes that Miss PriSSy
glanced, and, oddly enough their con
dition served to break the formality.
My goodness me"' she calculated
Jest look at his poor feet, Tempy
Allen. Come right over TO the stove
this minute and take off those shoes
They're soppin' wet through"
mo, maam," protested the boy.
"They amt, honest. They only look
So"
Don't tell me" commanded Miss
Prissy. $50 right over to the stove
this minute"
Bradley reluctantly obeyed, stepping
gingerly across the spotless o!lcloth
and taking as long strides as possible
1t did not add to his comfort to see
Miss Tempy shake the melting snow
into the center Of the rope mat fold
the latter carefully together and dis
appear with it into the kitchen
Miss Prissy piloted him to the chintz
covered rocker by the big "airtight'
stove. Then she proceeded to unlace
the patched brogans, commenting in an
undertone upon the condition Of the
stockings beneath.
I'm 'fraid," said Bradley fearfully,
that I've got some snow water on
your floor, ma'am."
Don't say a word. Thank goodness
your feet amt so wet as | thought they
was. Put 'em right on the rail of the
stove there while l go up to the gar
ret and get those slippers of fathers.
I'll be right back"
She hurried out of the room just AS
her sister entered it by the other door,
"Now, set right still" said Miss Tenn
by, bustling about, with the steaming
teakettle in her hand, I'm goin' to
make you some pepper tea. There's
nothin' in the world like pepper ten
when you're likely to catch cold
Pepper tea" was new prescription
for the boy. and he watched with inter
est while Miss Tempy turned some
milk into a bowl flooded 1t with boil.
ing water added a spoonful Of sugar
and vigorously shook the pepper box
over the mess,
Confined on Monday