Twice-a-week plain dealer. (Cresco, Howard County, Iowa) 1895-1913, 1911-09-15

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Al Her Door She Was Welcomed with
Enthusiasm.
pathize with mo am always glad d
git 1t and consider IL q blessed thing
to have, whether l need 1t or not
Sympathy is Jest the pure Juice Of the
heart squeezed out fer friend"
That's like you, Miss Seliny Lus.
a-patching up peoples hurt feelings
and children with kind words and rags.
was a-saying to Mr.. Kinney last
night, when he went and got that
cough medicine for Luslla from you.
that It's a plumb shame you aint got
. round dozen husbands and children
o. oh, must you 60? Please.
ma'am. don't fergit to make mo anoth.
or mess OF that medicine; she do
cough 30. come night"
The haven Of her grocery door. her
neglected business. and the shade q
her own blackberry tree which hung
over the front stoop Of the store lay
in tho sight Of Miss Selma Lus, when
another hail sounded from the other
side of the street. Mrs. Jim Peters
shining face nodded It the window -
she held up Q small white bundle and
beckoned by waving . tiny red hand.
"You amt been In to SEQ him fer two
days, Miss seliny Lue. and we's both
gittin' downright hurt with you." she
said. Mrs. Jim Peters was very, veIy
young; Jim was also young and was
conductor on the 'Lectric;" and jim.
Junior. was the youngest Of all: IN
fact was Of such youngness that no
was still blushing into fiery red with
modification over his very recent CIT.
izenship. Mrs. Jim was in that state
Of beatitude which 10 only acquired BY
very young things when they acquire
other still younger things on which 70
experiment in the way Of dannels and
pins and 50 forth.
Don't you think he have growed!"
she demanded. He will be four weeks
old tomorrow and have promised Jim
to take him fer ride On the tan.fosU
car He wants to show him 70 Mr..
Hill, the motorman. Poor man, ho
hasn't been married yet end ~ feel
80 sorry fer him! Jim said last night,
when let him hold the baby while I
got supper. that he Jest couldn't help
but Wish that Mr.. Hill could have
something to live for. And ! told him
a. that was Jest the way l felt about
you. Miss seliny Lue. It do seem that
II ever q woman- Oh. please don't
hurry, want you ID sec bic feet, how
they have srowed. and think II you
could set down . spell he might smile
like he did this morning."
Did he show any signs Of collie last
night. like them squirmings. and draw.
ing up Of his knses7'
"Oh. no, ma'am! put the flannel
band you sent over right on and Jim
said when he brought It that there nsv.
or was such person % you for know.
ing what to do with pain in baby.
People might think you had halt -
Oh. good.by good.by. Il you must gpl
Leok, he 10 kissing his hand TO you!".
and Mrs. Jim Peters watched her guest
out Of the cato dresmily. my! clean
forgot to ask what vas the matter
with the Dobbses." she woke up and
exclaimed to herself.
On the other side Of the street, only
= few hundred yards away, the COOL
door Of the grocery yawned and the
top branch Of the hsekbsrry bsokonsd
n . friendly UktlA hroaxa. Mia ~
Ina Lue hurried her steps ana - sue
walked she waved the turkey-tail In
vigorous encouragement of the tiny
zephyr. She was generous Of proper
ton was Miss Selma Lue. tall. broad
and strong, deep bosomed. and nash.
ing of eye, though with . spirit Of such
gentleness that one might almost read
% one ran.
At her door she was welcomed with
enthusiasm. Miss Cynthia Page stood
on the top step, in her arms Q baby
who was uttering . protest against
the world In general. and Miss Gym
thia in particular. In such . stao.
cato volume Of voice that his
size could but be . surprise to
the beholder. On the door his exact
counterpart. except in the matter Of
hair-that Of counterpart being Of the
tone known in some walks of life -
red gold but called on the Blur Car
with solemn eyes chewing
a string and clutching determinedly
at the hem Of Miss Cynthia's white
linen skirt with Erimy hands. Just
behind him . pink-clad little bunch
had succeeded In sQuirming between
the pickle barrel and Q large bushel
basket of snap-beans. and only the
hind quarters and ten pink toes Of tho
explorer evidenced her whereabouts.
From q certain ecstatic wave Of one
leg It might be suspected that ind
had been made and was being secret
ly and rapidly consumed. In the mid |
die Of the floor another infant lay
prone. with legs and arms waving
resembling nothing more
than an overturned beetle helpless in !
its appeal to be righted before the
world. And from behind the counter /!
on the left there issued . voice, q ]
voice that rose and walled an accom- |
paniment to the Flarity in Cynthia's
arms that could not but impress the |
bearer. 1t was no fretful cry for at- |
and amusement but was the
howl Of soul In torment. hungry. hot