Daily Arizona silver belt., 1908-01-18
Copyright, 1907, by L. C. PARCELS.

huelupcfs Win nope TOT MS Deailn tlat
the air at Pinecroft is healing
But we can't have him. mother.
Think of having an eight-year-old boy
on our hands the whole summer, We
can never get enough cooked for him
to eat, and he'll he drowned regularly
once week and break all his arms
and legs on the other days. And |
wanted quiet. heavenly rest this sum-
mer before | have to go back TO that
awful office. And II will be-well the
other kind of time with Tommy
around. that Is certain
"But, Madge. can't refuse Aunt
Mary. She was your fathers favorite
aunt and always so good to him. No,
Tommy will have TO come, whether we
want him or not"
well. then, whenT'
THE letter says next Tuesday un-
less they hear from us that II is not
convenient"
Tell Aunt Mary have the small
pox or that | died suddenly at tho
news-anything. Please, motherr'
Il was wondering" said her mother,
whether an eight-year-old boy would
be afraid TO sleep in room by him
self. Shall we put a bed In the alcove
off my room or fix up the south cham
ber?"
"All the boys I've ever SEEN" an
swered Madge. were afraid neither OF
the things under the earth nor of those
upon it. Give him room TO himself,
and then you'll be saved the everlast-
ing clatter of fishing tackle and knives
and toads and things in your room"
Still grumbling, Madge helped her
mother get ready the south chamber.
As she worked she grew interested and
even took from the walls of her own
room some interesting prints which
she thought would he suitable for n
boys room.
II can't see, though, why Aunt Mary
didn't take the little wretch abroad
with her-the sea air would do hiIa
good. Take out all the fancy things,
mother as you value them"
"If you only understood big boys as
well rs you seem 20 understand the
small ones you would not he twenty
four and still single" teased her moth
err.
IL do. mother" said Madge vehe-
mently. II understand them altogeth-
er too well. and that's the very reason
am still single"
There was no immediate reply to
this, aud Mrs. Vaughn t. med her at
tention to the room.
sect all your old picture books and
put them on that shelf, Madge, and
think I'll bring Jim's old hobbyhorse
down from the attic. He may despise
II, but you never can tell"
81 suppose / could make him some
kites" said Madge. There's all that
red and blue paper and miles of yellow
string. Perhaps if | make a big one
he'll get fastened TO 1t and fly of is
Mars. And while I'm up in the attic
I'm going to bring down some of Jim's
old overals."
Arrangements We're finally complet-
ed, and Madge rather looked forward
to the coming of the little boy. so that
when Tuesday came she willingly
drove to the station for him, though
she protested that ST. Lawrence and
his gridiron were as nothing to the
torment she was undergoing. She took
along bag Of cookies, "just to stop
up his mouth so he can't ask ques-
tions," she explained.
lo4n TaI u0f n
little cross as she waited In the open
trap with the hot sun beating down
upon her. The pony was restless, and
she dared not leave him to go inside
of the station. When the train finally
steamed in, however, she gave the
reins to porter and went TO find her
young charge. She watched the few
who came out of the coaches nervous
ly, with one eye on the dancing pony,
but as far as she could see no small
boy was on the train. Fearing that he
had not heard the name Of the station
called, she spoke to the conductor, who
told her that no such person was on
the train.
WELL" she thought, II suppose l
should be glad of it," and was going
back to the trap when it occurred to
her that he might some way have got
past her into the station and might be
waiting for her there. She looked in.
| No one was there but very tau
young man, who was leaning back
rather Imply against the seat, pale as
| from recent Illness. Madge gave him
more than passing glance because
/ she wondered who he might be. Young
men at Pinecroft at this season were
| rarity.
Looks SICK" she muttered. cor lit
tie daffy." She was getting into the
cart when a quiet II beg your pardon
caused her to wheel around. The
strange young man, hat in hand, was
certainly speaking to her. She merely
looked her surprise.
"Are you not Miss Vaughn, and
weren't you expecting mel" Her blue
eyes widened into positive stare Of
amazement.
I'll am Madge Vaughn, but you
you must be mistaken" she said.
81 am DIR. North-Tom North, my
mother wrote" He was blushing
/ little at the queerness of her reception
"You - you are little Tommy
.syIyhvo She began 70 laugh merrily