The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1911-03-24

drooped her head on Miss Cynthia
arm and closed her long, fringed nus
over her wondering baby eyes. =,
Miss Selma Lue tenderly regaroeo
the picture the girl and the rosy oaoy
made in the open doorway ana salu
as she moved a step nearer, Honey,
what's been a-bothering you? Woulu
it help to tell me? Is your ma
worse?"
mo, Miss Selma Lue, not worse
it's the mortgage again. Mr.. EVersoh
was out Monday, and he says the
the whole place will have to De sou
He has a good proposition from the
land company, which wants TO pave
and improve the whole tract and push
# on the market for us; but tney
must have the house too, for the
situation is valuable and they can
sell if to the Golf club, which VIII
insure the sale of all the lots. If we
don't take their offer, it means we
shall have to sell it all at disad-
vantage and perhaps only make the
mortgage Mother refuses to declde
II for herself and has left 1t to me-
What shall | do? l don't want-to
sell-my home, but there seems no
way to keep it," Miss Cynthia's lips
uuivered, but her eyes smiled bravery
down at Miss Selma Lue.
Honey, my heart is jest a-aching
fer you, but there amt nobody can
tell what mortgage and Golf club
will do. If worst comes to worst, we
can build another room by tearing
down some lumber often the barn, and
YOU can bring your ma right here to
live with me. | would admire to
have her" Miss Selma Lue made
her offer with heroic eagerness, for
she and the invalided Mrs. Jackson
Page had failed to find the accord
which existed between the grocery
owner aud the scion of all the Jack
sons and Passes, albeit their few inter-
views had been marked by great cor
diality for the sake of their common
interest in the conductor thereof.
"Miss Selma Lue, you are a darling
and I would rather be a soapboxer
than almost anything; but we shall
have small competency if we sell
now in the right way. It's giving up
the home-I'm afraid it will kill her
she worries So"
mo, 1t won't, honey, not when she's
got you-you'd be set-off against
- n old
home is a wrench, as l found when I
hitched up and started down from
Warren county; and, Miss Cynthie, |
left graves behind me that / might
not never see again in this world.
But it looks like the Lord floated mine
and Charitys mothers ark on the
right mountain, and He'll do the same
by you and your ma. Now, don't go
and mistrust His wisdom in selecting
mountains"
ooh Miss Selma Lue, | knew you
would say the right thing about it all.
What would | do without your" and
Miss Cynthia's slim white hand stole
in Miss Selma Lue's strong brown
OllC, llOoC pclllLCliN NlGtop OlilJ
rendered the closer by the smudge
of sorghum off the Kinney molasses
pitcher which held their fingers tight
together.
Looks like l couldn't hardly stand
it if l couldn't git even the edge of
my shoulder under any burden you
was a-carrying, honey. Now, I've got
something to show you that1l take
your mind often all distractments
Lay Blossom in her box and come
along of me to the barn"
Considering its relation to the gro
Gerry and the Bluff in general, the
barn was a most ostentatious struc-
ture. 1t was large and roomy and sat
on the brow of the Bluff overlooking
the river, while the little handful of
houses that clustered about the gro
Gerry seemed stranded at it's feet. It
had been built for the teams that had
worked on the dam up the river and
had become the property of the gro
Gerry owner for a song when the work
that had brought the horses and men
to the settlement was finished. The
army had moved on, leaving the barn
and the grocery in a sort of guardian
ship of the few families which elected
to stay and find work on the river or
over in the city. Only the Hill Man.
sion of Mrs. Jackson Page farther up
the river on the Bluff had any such
outlook, and for all its wide, tall
pillared verandas and spreading wings
1t failed entirely to dwarf the impos
ingness of the barn
rs it new calf, Miss Selma Lue?'
demanded Miss Cynthia as they en-
tered the door together
Lands alive, child, the little spotted
one amt more'n two months old
what's sold to Mr. 81 Bradford's cousin
on count of the richness of Charity's
milk to raise from"
Il beg your pardon, madam" saiC
Miss Cynthia with elaborate courtesy
as she threw Charity bough of sugar
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