The San Francisco call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1895-1913, 1908-05-03

tenderness
She might marry some other man who would lust
as good her and who would be Justified in asking
her prove poor Horaces unselhshncss that
npon oo ith b 5hroisT 5i gt reIin vas
fast gathering storm
Rose looked up he entered and smiled. There's
a storm overhead" Horace said. e.
Yes" said Rose Aunt Sylvia has just told
ought not to use my needle with so much lightning
She has been telling me about woman who was sew
her mana rose laughed Dut as sac spoke she Quilted
her needle into Ter work tossed IL table. got
for cyone she said, gazing the rapid seud Of
gray. shell like clouds
Rose. right away from that window cried
Sylvia entering from the dining Only last sum
G %s IN w@ tempest in A0a got struck standing at win
4 want to look the clouds" said Rose. but sho
obeyed ana left tho window. Sylvia placed chair
away from the fireplace and out of any draft
other chair close beside Rose and
There Fash o lightning a terrible crash
Of thunder a blind slammed somewhere out in the
great 'front.' yard the rain sWried z isty columns Ike
ghosty dancers and the howertns shrubs dashed the
to what she considered place. Of safety
If You don't como way from that window and set
Horace obeyed. As he sat down ne thought Of Henry
and before he construed i9quired where he Was
she could possibT be- ling If She TeaIr bee~eJ what
she said He did know what had happened that
afternoon. neither did Rose.
Rose had gone out FOR a walk. and while Sylvia
alone a caller had Mrs. Jim Jones. Mrs. Jim
Jones was very small angry looking woman. Nature
and altogether comfortable. but that she had
her way with herself IL scarcely conceivable
that Mrs. Jim Jones could be all the
ssxs .te+ 7D0aes;o HIS ,,+.f 49,, Gu I9
like that doll which has been with angry
pin scratches by i'll tempered child Whenever she
spoke these scratches deepened Jim Jones could
not bring herself speak ~ anything without show
OF temper, whether she really felt it fair
y dashed out at Sylvia when the latter inquired IL It
was true that Albion Bennett had left her house and
Yes" said she, it true. thank the Lord for
his unspeakaole mercy TO the children Of men,
the gospel like a pig There wasn't a
mite Of profit in it. and he fussy Old
maid and old bach for a boarder give me the
she care room Albion Bennett almost
ruined my spare chamber He ct peanuts every Sum
mighty glad to get rid of him Let alone everything
else the way he pestered my susy was enough TO make
she tagged all the house for Albion
going make up with like Albion Bennett. Hes
TOO old for her. anyhow and don't believe he makes
higher than that Yes. he's gone and it's good rid
IF you feel about it I'm glad he's gone back to
Lucinda. said sylvia she didn't have many steady
boarders and IL did sort OF lock AGAINST her. poor
thing with all the mean talk there's been"
i guess there wasn't quite so much smoke without
little fire." said Mrs. Jim Jones, and her small face
a 0T 20 tf 1nd - no on <liow as Wei as you
I. We both went TO school with her
Mrs. Jim Jones had backed down a little There
something Sylvia Whitman when she was
Wen. don't pretend Q know she said With an
You pretended to know just now. If folks don't
know, it seems the best thing they DO is to
hold their tongues anyhow.
z am holding my tongue amt II What has got
No so ,S Siaat hold g.ur when said
Wen there always is fire when there's smoke. amt
thereg
: NO there amt always. not on the earth. some
brings up out Of the other place do believe that
Why. Sylvia Whitman. how yea do talk. You're
swearing if you want to- said sylvia II
Lucinda's. Everybody knows how mortal scared he Is
of his shadow and if he's grit enough to go
wasn't anything in the story '''AS 'ne'o
Wen. it's good riddance of bad rubbish as far a.
her face when she hrst entered expression OF
peculiar malignity. Sylvia knew it of old. She had
realized that Mrs. Jones had something sweet for her
own tongue bitter for hers in store and that was
withholding it long as possible in prolong
the delight of anticipation
I'VE got one boarder'. replied sylvia with dignity
where else in East Westland and because like his
4 thought Abrahama whites niece
She ain. amt no bOarder she makes her home here.
poor AbE aha own niece you're Re-. mistaken
White don't she? She mortal hOmely."
Then Sylvia fairly turned pale with resentment
YOUR eat does said she Rose is beauty evervbodv
She's the prettfest girl that set foot in
Everybody taste replied Mrs. jim Jones'
In village formula OF contempt T heard AreH
your boarder going marry her. she said
He amt"
!"rm glad to hear it from headqusrters.~ said Mrs
Jim Jones. I couldn't believe true
Allen won't any girl in Westand"
Sylvia
Us there anybody in Boston," asked Mrs. Jones'
losing seIf-possession a little
Sylvia stuck her trump card Il don't know any, .
thing that is, amt going to say anything" she. re-
piled mysteriously.
Jim routed second. but she re-
had yet come 10 her
he al
moment. Il felt real for you I heard the
said she.
Sylvia did not in the least what she meant In
wardly she trembled, but she would before
she betrayed herself She would not display her
Of rcha lie nexIs aaia-h he