The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1908-12-19
And it would keep four or ave fam

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with economy, half again as
many"
Done, them" exclaimed Kath-
crime. "And see the gold chain
and baroque pearl was to have go
ing up in smoke"
And my set Of Pater," ruefully.
"And my amethyst heart"
"A real holocaust" said their IA,
ther.
Father" said Bob. i've an idea
worth two of that. You know that
piece Of swamp land of yours up
country, ON the old PEBBLES farm?
There's enough wood In that for 80
families-black birch, gray birch,
yellow birch, brown ash--I don't
fknow what--and-all-"
4 But, Bob. that's a splendid
! piece of forest. ! should hate to cut
It down"
Even to keep so families, or
maybe 100. from distress? The
! girls money will pay for cutting
and hauling and kilndrying and dis
tibuting, and 1t can all be done
before Christmas-and there you
are!"
Bob" said Mr.. Champion, you're
a genius! There we are!" M
There we are!" said the girls in
one brave breath. ut will be good
Christmas present for them. won't it.
pa?"
1T makes me all of glow now to
think of IT." said Rose. II wonder
what Donald will say. Fifty or 100
families made comfortable by going
without some trinkets---though I did
want that English. edition of 'Pater.'
Why. we don't know 100 poor fani-
lies"
THE General Charitable does. When
shall we begin. father? I'll oversee
it'for.you." said Rob.
| Tomorrow morning. early" said
his father. There won't be an hour
to spare II you want that wood de.
livered by or before Christmas. I'll
have drains put in as we go along
and get a good piece Of grass land out
of It. Well. I shall sleep better to-
night" ;,M
| II the people on the knoll had lis
tened that next day and many q day
thereafter, they might have heard. or
thought they heard. sound OF chop
ping In the swamp woods, faint. far
OF, mufied in the rustling of falling
leaves and the crashing of branches.
But the painting people were busy
with Old Purple at the back Of the lit.
! tie red house, and little mother was
getting her mince meat ready for
Christmas, and what with stoning
raisins and slicing citron and sitting
spices and boiling down cider, she was
too much occupied to think of any
thing but her work and Of Asa's and
Laury's homecoming.
1T seems to me the woodpeckers
are dretful busy down In the swamp"
she said once.
"Prob'ly the trees hev borers." said
her husband.
why, that's too bad" she said with
her quick habit of kindliness, and
went on about her work.
I She had Just put her mince meat In
| to it's stone crock to mellow. when q
sudden access Of her rheumatism sent
her to bed with jugs of hot water at
her feet and opodeldoc fannels all
over her. and copious draughts OF COM
position powder. her eyes following
her husband through the open door
In fright and dismay at his attempts
to do her work, till the painting lady,
as they called her, happened up the
hill, and, stranger though she was, her
self took hold and put things into
shape and cooked enough to last till
Laury should come. having written to
Laury to make haste. II wouldn't
send for her." she said, but We have
to 60 and arrange our exhibition, and
sell our things. But sha'nt 60 till
Laury comes. We're coming back to
have our first Christmas together here
but we must 60 as soon a. we can"
You're real good" sighed the little
woman. I'm more obleeged to you'n
I can say. hate to see him stewing
about like kitchen-colonel. But, oh,
| I did want to be around when Laury
come. be little better" She took
| the painting lady's hand and raised It
to her lips. "Oh. you mustn't" the
| lady cried; and she bent down and
kissed the withered cheek.
"The Lord1l reward you for the
good you've done. an the cheer you've
give" said the little mother. EFF he
don't in no other way. he's done Q
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