The Newport miner. [volume] (Newport, Wash.) 1899-current, 1909-09-02

blown apple orchard. where the busy
bee doth ply his trade" lawful, aw.
gulY' he said to himself. But what
ian you expect from college girl:
Why, can't even doctor these lists of
adjectives up. They are only fit for
the wastebasket."
The next day brought brief letter
to Janet:
Dear Janney-Incosed will find check
for So ! sold your Apple Orchard In
Full Bloom" Address your work now to
Office A, Smith block It's an agency for
short stories, and they viii take any
thing you will send them Don't know
what magazines they use, bat their work
goes all over the country. Congratula-
lions on your great luck AS ever,
BURT.
The next time Burton visited his
mother in the village it was several
months after the above letter
Janet was radiant glowing and,
above all, tender. She confided to him
that she received from So to $40 for
every article and often $25 for story
and that she made as high as $40 a
month. Burt only smiled and listened
and burned to a deeper hue when
Janet whispered at the gate, you can
ask me anything you please now, Burt,
dear" And he rode back to the city,
his cheek tingling under the rosy seal
she had set there as safeguard
against all danger.
1t was near spring when Mrs. Har-
oll 70
dition she needed loving care, so Janet
went down to stay with the gentle
old lady, who, she thought, would not
live to see the little wedding planned
for June
Burton came home on Saturday, and
the feeble old lady watched the couple
with tear dimmed eyes and many soft
ly breathed prayers. Toward night
her breathing grew more and more
abored, and the end was not far away.
"Janet, dear" she whispered pain
fully-"Janet, promise me now, dear,
that you will never let anything sepa-
rate you and Burt
The girl kissed her wonderingly and
promised softly.
Doctor" went on the trembling,
tired voice. how much longer have l
here with my children?'
Il cannot tell, my dear madam" an
swered the ancient doctor, with tears
in his eyes. Perhaps few hours"
Burton, my darling boy" went on
the loving tones, ''lean over me, my
son. You and Janet must be married
now. l cannot go peacefully until /
know my boy has a comforter. Here
comes DR.. McCloud, and he will mar
ry you now if And the voice trailed
off into silence.
Burton stepped to her side, and in
few moments the service was over and
the dying woman had placed her trem-
bling hands on their bowed heads and
passed peacefully to the hand where
sorrow is never known.
A month or so after his mothers
death Burton decided to move his wife
to the city, where he could be at home
every night. SO Janet went to the lit
tie home to pack up the dead mothers
boxes. 1t was sad task. and Janets
eyes overlooked many time, for she
had loved the dear old lady as
daughter
In going through the ancient desk
she found large package marked in
the delicate old fashioned hand, For
my son Burton, to be opened after his
marriage with Janet" Janet fingered
1t curiously, but slipped 1t into her bag
unopened When in their coy library
that night she brought 1t to her hus-
band, saying:
Burt, dear, do open this. I am so
curious"
A queer smile passed over her hus-
bands face as he broke the string and
out rolled all the well remembered
manuscripts of Janet's, ''The Apple Or
chard In Full Bloom" and others.
"Burtonr' she cried in surprise.
"Why, Burton, how on earth did your
mother ever get these?
''My dear little wife," he answered,
holding her closely in his arms, ''my
Office is Office A, Smith block, and
mother and 1 were the short story
company that published all your
work."