Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1905-1919, 1911-05-07

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couldn't do I'll SO that's why cant
shake hands with you today-nor any
more, except when / say goodby for
keeps"
Then she looked up. The color was
still bright In her face and her eyes
were moist, but she was smiling.
Cant shake bands with meT she
said. "Please, what have you been
doing for the last five mlnutesT
Captain Cy dropped her hand as II
his own had been struck with Snraly'
sis.
Good landV he stammered. II
didn't know | had it--honest truth,
didn't"
Phoebe's smile was still there faint,
but very sweet.
"Why did you stopT she queried.
81 didn't ask you to-"
"Why did | stopH Why, because L
II declare I'm ashamed
She took his hand and clasped II
with both her own.
I'm not" she said bravely, her eyes
Frightening MS the wonder and in.
credulous Joy grew In his "I'm very
proud and very. very happy"
There was to be big supper at the
Cy Whitaker place that night 1t waa
IN inpropptu affair, arranged on Z,
spur OF the moment by Captain Cy
who, In spite Of the lawyers protests
and anxiety concerning his health
went serenely up and down the maiI
road, inviting everybody he met o.
could think Of. The captains face wa
as radiant as a spring sunrise. Hi
smile, as Asaph said, pretty nigh Gu
the upper half Of his head of" Peo
pie who had other engagements anC
would under ordinary circumstance
have refused the invitation couldn'
say no to his hearty Cant come
Course you'n come! Man alive, / wan
your
Invalid, is he2" observed Josial
Dlmick after receiving and accepting
his own invitation. "Well, | wish t
thunder | could be took down with thu
same kind of disease. I'd be .willin
to linger along with 1t quite a spel
If 1t pumped me as full Of joy as VIII
seems to be. Don't give laughin' gai
to keep off pneumonia, do they? No
Well. I'd like to know the name of his
medicine, that's ALL"
Supper was to be ready at G. Geor
gianna, assisted by Keturah Bangs
Mrs. Sylvanus Cahoon and other vol
unteers, was gloriously busy in the
kitchen. The table in the dining room
reached from one end Of the big apart
ment to the other Guests would be
gin to arrive shortly. Willy Mr.. Pea
body, guessing that Captain Cy might
prefer to be alone, had taken the board
Of strategy out riding behind the span
In the sitting room around the base
burner stove were three persons-Cap-
tain Cy, Bos'n and Phoebe. Miss
Dawes had "come early" at the cap
tains urgent appeal Now she was
sitting in the rocker at one side of the
stove, gazing dreamlly at the ruddy
light behind the isinglass panes. She
looked quietly blissfully contented and
happy. At her feet on the braided
mat sat Bos'n playing with Lonesome
who purred lazily. The little girl was
happy, too, for was not her beloved
Uncle Cyrus at home again with all
danger Of their separation ended for.
evermorel
AS for Captain Cy himself, the radi'
ant expression was still on his face
brighter than ever. He looked across
at Phoebe, who smiled back at him
Then he glanced down at Bos'n. And
all at once he realized that this was
tho fulfllment Of his dream. Here
was his picture" The sitting room
was now as he had always loved to
think Of it--as 1t used to be- He was
in his fathers chair, Phoebe in the one
his mother used to occupy ana be
tween them-just where he had sat SC
often when a boy-the child. The Cy
Whitaker place had again and at last
come into its own.
He drew a long breath and looked
about the room, at the stove, the lamp
the old, familiar furniture, at his
grandfather's portrait over the man
tel. Then in a fash Of memory his
fathers words came back to him, and
he said. laughing aloud from pure hap
piness:
"Bos'n, run down cellar and get me
a pitcher of cider, won't your There's
a good feller."
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