Bonners Ferry herald. [volume] (Bonners Ferry, Idaho) 1904-current, 1909-06-26

you ree you are just going against ns
wise old proverb Never cry over spilled
milk The mischief is done, my dear.
but every one in the house has forgiven
you for being the cause of it, and now
you must forgive yourself"
"Oh, l can not" she said II shall be
miserable until papa is we'll"
"There speaks selfshness," he return
ed, quickly. MY dear Mabel, why think
about yourself at all? why not think how
tired Alison looks, and how you may
spare her? | am sure a cheerful word
from you would do her no end of good
Missile seemed struck by his words.
She looked at her sister rather scrutiniz-
ingly. Certainly Alison did look pale,
and there were dark rings round her
eyes. Roger saw his advantage, and
went on.
"You have no idea how people In a
house act and react on each other-a
depressing person is like perpetual fog.
think | shall coin that speech as a
proverb. You know ! am bit of a
philosopher-R Roger the sage-that sounds
we'll"
Missiles lips curved into smile; a
little d1mple came INTO view.
"Come, that's about the real article
little more, and we shall have rain
bow effect observed Roger in delighted
tone. "Now, we have the whole thing in
working order. You have done wrong
and been sorry for it-good P'-with an
impressive pause NOW you are going to
do better, and not think about yourself
at ell, but how you are to make us all
happier. Good again. Thirdly and lastly,
you are to turn over a new leaf and cui-
tivate cheerfuness and that sort oil
thing"
II will try" sighed Missile, raising her
face to be kissed. but it will be dread
fully hard"
"Most things are hard" was the philo-
| sophical reply "but we shall never dc
much good in the world by sitting in the
dust and casting ashes on ourselves-tha'
sort Of thing doesn't seem to belong &c
the present dispensation."
"No. 1t is let the dead bury Their
dead now" observed Alison, in a moved
voice. "Now, Roger, you may leave Mis-
sic to me she is tired out, and an
going to read her TO sleep"
"But am not sleepy" replied Missile
reluctant to let Roger go, but 1t showed
her new submission to Alison that sh'
made no further professionally as AlisoI
read. Missile lay quiet, with softene'
look in her eyes Yes, she would tr,
and bear it. they should not be any longe
troubled
'Thank you, DEAR" she said presently
as she noticed how Alison's voice nag
ged "the book is very pretty, but | wan
YOU to leave off now and take turn Il
the garden. DO please Alison, 1t is sucl
lovely evening, and it will do you s.
much good. Poppie can come to me, sn
is good girl and does not tire me-
Are you sure, Mabel dear, that yo'
can spare meY' asked Alison. anxiously
"Ouite sure" was Missiles answer, an
then Alison consented to leave her. Sh
was conscious that her strength was fail
ING her a little; the close confinement an
anxiety for the last fortnight were tryin
to her constitution; broken rest at nign
often followed the long days work. sh
was pining, too, for word from her deal
est friend. She had written two days ag
to Mr.. Moore, questioning him about Mis-
Carrington's movements, but had receive
no answer from the confidential seryan
who acted as the blind mans amanuensi'
and, in spite of her efforts to be Cheerful
she was feeling dull and deserted.
(To be continued.)