The Prescott daily news., 1908-05-16
, fly; and all fellers is sweethearts

Viola came in with the water and pushed up "lightstand," leaving grandma am with her flowers.
 Do tell me, Mrs. Sally, how you make her understand. It's wonderful!'
 Yes; folks thinks it's right peart. Poor grandma'am, she cant read! Sally B. paused and gazed sorrowfully at the old woman. They want no chance O learnin to read m Oregon in the twenties. So when she got stun ueaf was pesky cut up. It came afser paw died. laid awake O nights study in how l could talk with her like the deaf an dumb does. One day she asked me how Bill-that's my hus- band-come by scar on his hand; an 1 drew a picture of horse kickin' a man."
 q wish you'd seen grandma S face," Viola broke in. Tt was just like today with the flowers"
 After that I pictured out things whenever I could git the time-rough O course 1 cant draw none-but sort of one-line things she'd see the mean in of. Bime-by they got so many it took heap O time to hunt 'em over an 1 hit on the idee of putin numbers on 'em. She larned the numbers; an now when we want to tell her any thing we just call off the figgers on our fingers. One wave of both hands is ten, two waves is 20, an so on; an the one, two, threes we do with our fingers"
 How astonishing! May I see your picture alphabet?" Stella asked.
 Certain Sally B. brought out the crude drawing. "Of course, all the easy things, sech as eatin, sleepin' laughin', cryin', We just act out" The lightning panorama on Sally B.'s face showed that her mother had some things to be thankful for.
 Stella, you make Viola read them kind O books you have read, an under stand 'em, too, if ye have to break her head a-doin' it. Think O maw just a settin' there, piecin risin' sun quilts, an settin' moon quilts, an bridal wreath quilts-same ole patterns overn over agin. Good Lord! One risin' suns nough for the hull airth ain't it? Well, she's made a dozen makes 'em for me, too, God love her, Jest think what her life'd be if she could read!" Sally B. almost sobbed the last word.
 A shadow fell across the doorsill and Vic Wah appeared. No spuds, no licey, no salelatus fo suppeh. You catchee him quick.
 Sally B. whirled, her eyes blazing. Gosh dang it, Vic! Why you no tellee me last week?"
 You callee me Vic Wah. Sabe?" The Chinaman's voice was as placid as pond in July. He turned without another look at the group and left the room.
 May I go to the store for you?" Stella asked.
 NO. There's two reasons: One, cant have Wis teacher doin common errants; the other, that Gid'll be leav- in his work an runnin after you" She parted the drapery at the back of barrel chair and drew her hat and jacket from under the seat. Though it was warm, Sally B. dressed for business as carefully as she played every other part in life.
 I'll have to give Gideon some les sons, too, l think" Stella said half | aside.
 You've give him too many already. Say, Stella, I'm right sorry tuck him on at the bar. He's goin' to make trouble for ye, specially if ye git par tial to any other feller. 1 think"
 Some fellee likee see Missee Stel- la,' interrupted Vic Wah, poking his yellow face through the doorway. "Stlange man-me no sabe."
 Stella followed him into the narrow hall and out on the porch.
 "Oh, Uncle Billy! I'm so glad!"
 It was almost as if her father stood before her, She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him on each | cheek.
 The old driver was speeches. with delight If he could only have been her father, Yet this was the next best thing. She loved him! She had kissed | him!
 Stella drew him into the hall, looked him up and down, patted his hand. l took off his hat and peered into his face, trying to see if he was quite well, the same Uncle Billy she had known so long, ever since that won derful journey across the mountains, when she had sat by his side, in black sandals, white stockings, panta- 1 letteS and q leghnrn hat with A hridln