The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1911-06-16

wake of Mr.. Alan and the bucket Of
bran through the garden and up to
the barn. 1t is to his credit that he
served the aggrieved though COM
placent old lady before he threw down
the bucket and drew Miss Cynthia to
him.
Tell me-" he questioned, when it
happened to you? 1t was all over for
me that first minute when saw you,
past Carrots red head, standing in the
grocery door
That dinner--you didn't taught"
Miss Cynthia hid her head on his con-
venient shoulder.
"Ah, but l loved you SO could
have
Them"
Yes, then-and before since the
world was young"
Moo-moo," said Charity patiently
for dry bran is not an agreeable
breakfast, and the water barrel stood
convenient.
DO finish feeding the dear thing"
insisted Miss Cynthia alphabetically.
Then you can walk up the Hill with
me. want to freshen up little
and come right back to watch by Bios
som. She will need very particular
care today, and Miss Selma Lue has
SO much she must do. Oh, what if
she hadn't weathered the night! I
think my heart would have broken
watching her struggle tiff you
hadn't been there! Will you always
be-there--when things hurt-me?"
Yes" he answered her quietly,
with deep look into her eyes. Now
let me take you home, for you are
hardly able to stand. Promise me
to get good rest, and l will help
Miss Selma Lue, until you can come
back"
And through the early sunlight he
walked up the river path with her to
the Hill Mansion and left her at the
garden gate among her roses that
were no fresher or fairer than herself.
She was the incarnation of dawn,
and his love encompassed her as the
fragrance of dew-wet flowers.
Below at the grocery, Miss Selma
Lue was busy with her preparations
for the day, and as she worked she
smiled to herself and lightly brushed
her fingers over the cheek that had
felt the twofold kiss.
Soon, however, her pleasant
thoughts were interrupted by the ap-
partition Of Mrs. Kinney at the door.
Miss Selma Lue regarded her with
establishment She was enveloped in
the folds Of an old black shawl and
In her hand she carried a large cross
of white tissue-paper roses. The ex.
preston on her face was one of sym.
pathy and chastened sorrow.
Miss Seliny Lue. she said in a
correctly funereal voice, Il come over
as soon as could. 1t took almost all
night to git roses enough made to fix
design fer everybody. We all
wanted fifteen expression Of our sym
pathy."
Why, Mis- Kinney, honey, don't
need no sympathy on count Of
Well, Of course she wasn't your
own child, and SO you can't feel the
same as mother; but death in the
family is always sad, though some
times a great relief. You seemed so
fond Of"
"Oh, Mis- Kinney, honey. stop be,
fore you go any farther and let me
tell you Blossom amt dead, but git
ting well by the Lords mercy Still.
do thank you fer your kind feelings
and
We'll, I wish coulder knowed she
wasn't a-going to die before set up
all night and wasted the tissue-paper.
woulder rather made There come
the .Dobbses now! Won't they be sur.
prised! Mary Ellen have got her
wreath done, but it looks kinder wob.
bly,"
Mr.. Dobbs had put his black Sun.
day coat on over his overalls, and on
his way to work was stopping for a
| visit of coincidence. Mrs Dobbs had
on black muslin skirt and waist and
had tied piece of that same material
on the arm Of Bonnie. whose eyes
were swollen with crying and whose
| appearance denoted real heart an
guish.
"Oh. Miss Seliny Lue, me and Dobbs
come to say-we- Speak up, Dobbs!"
Mrs. Dobbs' voice broke and her club.
by face began to work with grief.
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