Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-11-05

hoarse and uneven "AIiss Priscila." he
said. Priscilla Oh PRISCILLA" And.
with the word, he had fallen on his knees at
her feet and his strong, solitary arm was
folded close about her.
porees Small Discuss the Subject of Matri-
mony
WHAT is it, my Porges?"
well, I'm a bit worried, YOU know.
"Worriedo"
"Yes, 'fraid shall be an old man before
my time Uncle Porges. Adam says its
worry that ages man-an it killed cat
too."
And why do you worry!'
ooh, it my Aunty Anthea, course. She
was crying again last night
CRYING" Bellew had been lying flat on
his back in the fragrant shadow of the hay
rick; but now he sat up very suddenly, 50
suddenly that Small Porges started. Cry
ing?" he repeated. LAST night? Are you
sureo"
tuck me up last night; 81 | creeped down
stairs very quietly, you know--to see why.
An | found her bending over the table, all
sobbing an crying. At first she tried to pre-
tend that she wasn't; but | saw the tears
quite plain. cheeks were all wet, YOU
know,-an when put my arms round her,
to comfort her bit, an asked her what was
the matter, she only kissed me a lot an said
Nothing, Nothing only headache.
"And why was she crying, do you sup
pose, my Porges:'"
Ooh, money, 4 course, he sighed.
what makes you think it was money:
"'Cause she'd been talking to Adam
heard him say goodnight as | crceped down
the stairs.
"Ah!r said Bellew, staring straight before
him. His beloved pipe had slipped from his
fingers. and for wonder lay all neglected.
1T was after she had talked with Adam, was
it, my Porges.
"Yes, that's why | knew it was bout
money. Adams always talking bout NOR
gyges, an bills an money. Oh, Uncle
Porges, how do hate money"
at is sometimes confounded nusance.
nodded Bellew
But | do wish we had some: SO we could
pay all her bills an mortgages for her Shed
be SO happy, you know, an go about singing
like she used to, an | shouldn't worry my
self into an old man before my time, all
wrinkled, an gray, you know,-an' all
would be revelry an JOY, if only she had
enough gold an banknotes"
@And she was crying, you say?' de
manded Bellew again, his gaze still far away.
"Yes.s
@You are quite sure you saw the-tears,
my Porges?7
"Oh, yes, an there was one on her nose
too, big one, that shone awful bright
twinkled, you know
"And she said it was only headache, did
sheo"
Eyes; but that meant money Money
always makes her head ache, lately. Oh,
Uncle Porges, | s'pose people do find for
tunes, sometimes don't they
"Why, yes, to be sure they do
"Then | wish | knew where they looked
for them!' said he with a very big sigh in
deed. ave hunted an hunted in all the at
tics, an the cupboards, an under hedges,
an in bitches, an prayed, an prayed, you
know, every night
"Then of course you'll be answered, my
Porges.'
"Do you really s'pose shall be answered?
You see, it's such an awful long way for one
small prayer to have to go, from here to
Heaven. An there's clouds that get in the
way, an I'm fraid my prayers aren't quite
big or heavy enough, an get lost an blown
away in the wind.
mo, my Porges,' said Bellew, drawing
his arm about the small, disconsolate figure,
"you may depend upon it that your prayers
hv straight up into Heaven and that neither