The searchlight. [volume] (Culbertson, Mont.) 1902-current, 1911-05-19

note an hee own. and she gavo q,
sepulchrd Oroans and ghastiy chok,
inSs By the minute. ONLY 3loeoom, ID
her box where Miss Cynthia had Ddt
her. was quiet and pale with terror.
Her wide. frightened eyes added tho
finishing touch to Miss Cynthia'i
pll0ht. and she sat down on the floor
BY her box and buried her head In the
mites small pink apron.
Then suddenly in the storm there
came calm. deep and breathless.
Miss Cynthia looked up and, behold.
relief stood on the threshold! In one
hand Mr.. Alan held a tin bucket full
OF the brown. sticky mama and In the
other jug of milk, both dripping
from their immersion In the well She
sat a. motionless as the babies: and
II her mouth did not stretch open, no
will Of her own prevented H.
The mixing OF the potation was the
matter Of few seconds, and the feed
ing began without delay as the gray
raven perched on the stool and ladled
out dripping spoonfuls. Miss Cynthia
was almost surprised that he failed
to offer her some in her turn. but she
sat on the floor and watched him with
deepest gratitude.
II couldn't find tho dinner" she
said in a small voice DO you think
they will be ill?" AS she spoke she
looked up at him with wide. trustfui
eyes that reminded him in expression
OF all the other FIVE pairs fixed upon
his.
NO. indeed, the little rascals! I
have heard them do worse than that
when Miss Selma Lue happened to be
behind time with the quicklunch." His
big comforting voice revived her 80
that she rose to her feet.
Miss Selma Lue has gone up to the
Lock with the Dobbses, and I stayed to
take care OF them for her. Your din
ner Is on the table" Her meekness
was fast vanishing and her eyes
dropped In a way they had that meant
mischief.
have troubled about me-" Bother the
girl-his ears were getting hot again
and he was sure she was laughing ut
him. though why. he could not see.
1T really was no trouble" she an
swered. again sobered by her respon.
sibilities. Let me finish feeding the
babies while you eat your dinner. {"
Her voice was positively solicitous.
Aren't you going to have some
with me?" he asked politely.
Il don't think I am hungry now.
she answered. intent on getting the
spoon between Clemmie's uncertain
lips. II hope II will be all right.
! never cooked that sort OF dinner be-
fore. but followed Miss Selma Lue's
directions. SO II must be the way YOU
like H."
1t was well that he approached hts
dinner In a mood OF distraction, for II
was with dificulty that he restrained
an exclamation at the first mouthful
OF eggs. But across the bobbing heads
OF the oatmealand-milk diners. Miss
Cynthia raised trustful. proud eyes
TO his.
rs II good" she asked with be.
wildering solicitude.
"Good7 Watch me-" and there with
those eyes fastened on him In shining
delight. he swallowed all o. the sir
incinerated eggs and devoured in
gulps q painful of half.raw. stone-cold.
nauseating potatoes.
Halfway through the dose he
paused. Should he leave any for her
a reputation for abnormality OF appe
tite' Better anything than that she
should ever find out the truth. and In
a rush he finished the Job n. by tina,
time. she had not been standing d.
rectly across the table. he would have
scraped the dishes. but her nearness
confused him and he let her set aside
teaspoonful OF potatoes and a chip
OF egg.
She was beaming with satisfaction
and at his hastily framed apologies
for having cleared the table. she an
swered cheerily:
Don't say q word about leaving me
any. I am too hot to eat for hours
Those blessed babies are asleep al
ready. Could they have tainted from
! eXhaustion!"
Il assure you they are safe. and fol
at least two hours" he laughed. as hS
. rose and stepped to the door. Light
ing a cigar. he fingered tentatively
hoping for some sign Of invitation &c
remain. The petunia dropped from
} his buttonhole.
Then she raised her eyes to his and
said sweetly and directly. with graft
tude tinging every accent: THANH
: you for helping me out with them
You-you won't be far II they wax,
up and get beyond moi"
Those eyes and that curly mouth
. Mr.. Alan only really came to-" al
Miss Selma Lue would have put II
when seated by her side later on tn,
steps
As for Miss Cynthia. some evil fat,
or perhaps a sleepy chirp from Glenn
! mie. the roarer. led her to the bacl
/ regions OF the grocery. and Will,
there she idly tasted that spoonful o
potato which had been left with mis-