The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1911-05-11

| ask SucE Fnin-s as that AND yet
f; couldn't stay here and meet YOU
every day and by and by see you mar
~ somebody else. BY the big dipper.
couldn't Go il. So that's why cant
shake hands with you toGay-nor any
more. except when say Coodby 20.
keeps
Then she looked up. The color was
still. bright in her face, and her eyes
were moist. but she was smiling
Cant shake hands with me- she
said Please. what have you been
doing for the last five minutesT'
Captain Cy dropped her hand as if
bis own had been struck with paraly
sis.
Good land" he stammered II
didn't know had it-uonest truth /
! didn't"
! Phoebe's smile was still there. faint
but very sweet.
Why did you stopT" she queried
Il didn't ask you to-"
why did stop? Why. because l.
IL declare I'm ashamed
She took his hand and clasped is
| with both her own.
I'm not" she said bravely. her eyes
Frightening as the wonder and in
credulous JOY grew in his. I'm very
proud and very. very happy"
There was to be big supper Mt the
! Cy Whitaker place that night. II was
! an impromptu affair, arranged on the
spur Of the moment by Captain Cy,
who. in spite Of the lawyers protests
and anxiety concerning bis health,
went serenely up and down the main
/ road. inviting everybody be met or
could think of. The captains face was
az radiant as a spring sunrise. His
smile. as Asaph said. pretty nigh cut
tie upper half Of his head off," PeO-
pie who had other engagements and
would under ordinary circumstances
have refused the invitation couldn't
say no to his hearty Cant come!
Course you'll come! Man alive. want
you
Invalid, is hep observed Josiah
Dimick after receiving and accepting
his own invitation. We'll, l wish to
thunder could be took down with the
same kind of disease, I'd be willin'
to linger along with it quite spell
If it pumped me as full Of joy as Whit
seems to be. Don't give laughin' gas
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 6. GeOr-
gianna, assisted by Ketureh 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
tain's urgent appeal. Now she was
sitting in the rocker at one side OF the
stove, gazing dreamily at the rudy
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
evermore?
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
the fulfillmeht of his dream. Here
was his picture" The sitting room
was now as he had always loved to
think OF it-as it used to be. He was
in his fathers chair, Phoebe in the one
his mother used to occupy and be-
tween them-just where he had sat SO
often when a boy-the child. The Cy
Whitaker place had again and at last
come into its own.
He drew 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:
"Bosn, run down cellar and get me
a pitcher of cider. won't you? There's
a good feller."
THE END.