Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1910-11-16

my insurance money. I'll pay you
Ann pushed her into chair and re-
moved the straight brimmed hat that
settled unbecomingly over Sarah's
nose.
PAY nothing" she snorted con-
temptuously. IF I seem ungracious.
Sarah Drew. you can lay it all to the
fact that 1 never could find the can
celed mortgage note on the place after
Uncle Abel died. Your place was left
free and clear. and I've had to pay
Josiah Leeds $50 dollars a year in
terest. and I'm wore TO skin and bone
taking pack Of city people TO board.
Now. don't say a word. I'll send
Emeline with your supper, and after
wards, when all these critters is fed,
I'll come and set with you"
In the parlor. where the late after
noon sunshine poured through the I'M
suffered windows. Sarah Drew sat
in wretched silence. while EmeliHe
padded heavily to and fro, arranging
supper on the marble topped table.
She moved the glass bell and the
shell basket to one end Of the table
and spread a damask cloth. On 1T she
placed dish of creamed toast, fresh
berries from the garden, ginger cook
les and tea.
When Emeline had departed Sarah
came to the table and tried to eat. but
the GOODNESS of the marble seemed 10
strike through the damask cloth and
chill her rheumatic limbs to the bone.
AS she slipped the tea from one OF
Ann Appleby's fine china cups her
mild eyes evaded the glances OF the
stern visaged family portraits. To
her nervously wrought fancy these an
cestors glowered In angry disapproval
Of one who was thus SCATTERING all
the Appleby traditions at one stroke.
1--WE wouldn't eat in the parlor,'
they seemed to nutter at her.
II don't want TO eat here, and L
know 1 can't sleep here" cried Sarah
Drew desperately, pushing her teacup
violently away from her. And then
she gasped in terror. for the cup
struck forcibly against the glass bell
and showed it over the edge Of the ia
BILE, where it fell crashing to the floor,
bearing the delicate shell basket to ut
ter ruin.
The noise brought Ann Appleby to
the door. Her face grew white with
anger as she understood what had
happened. and the anger was not ap-
peased ut the sudden realization that
this long cherished parlor had ceased
to be. The sofa bed and the wash
stand with its toilet articles, the dress
er showed awkwardly in crowded
fptr1r6 q q
on her fine carpet seemed to degrade
the other furnishings to lower level.
It YVES not q parlOr: It was not bed
room. To Ann Appleby's orderly mind
it was chaos.
What is the matter?' asked Ann in
! a strange voice.
Sarah Drew turned a frightened face
| toward her cousin and then shrank
into a detected heap over the disor-
dered table. Some OF the cream from
the toast stopped over and dripped TO
the carpet, making a little white pool
in the heart Of great blue rose.
81 can't eat in a parlor." walled
Sarah mournfully. II never did such n
thing. and ! know l shall never have
a mite of sleep here, l feel like l was
putting you out. Ann. If didn't have
to see all your best things-and I've
broken your she'll basket Ann"
81 see it." said Ann DULY.
when I get my Insurance money
can pay YOU back again. only don
believe you can get another shell bas-
ket like that I know you was choice
| of it," mournCd Sarah. stabbing her
| self with these pointed facts.
Father brought it from the West
Indies" rejo!ued Ann. 1t had asso-
Citations"
Sarah Drew struggled to her feet
and went TO the sofa bed, where her
hat and cape We're primly laid. i
guess I better not stay any longer
| Ann
Where are you going. Sarah Drew"
demanded Ann fcrceiy.
| Maybe to the hotel faitered Sarah.
Have You got any money!
at was all in the house. and it went,
| too. but there is a hotel where / can
stay" retorred Sarah. with sudden
spirit The town provides for them
| that
! Like vhiriwind Ann Applcby swept
! into the room and denuded Sarah
head Of the unbecomilg hat. stripped
| of the cape. threw q blanket over the
| slippery surface OF the biggest horse
| hair chair and backed her cousin uu.
| tremendously into its depths.
Il left this room be like a parlor b.
cause 1 wanted you TO feel uncoM-
Portable. Sarah Drew, I'm a mean
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