Graham guardian., 1911-02-24
Of that freY"

Of that flre?"
"No, sir, guess not, only my back
feels sort Of funny, as If somebody
kept dropping icicles down 1t. Those
bushes and vines were SO wet that
when l tumblcd down twas most like
being In a pond = ...~
"Sho, sho, That won't do. Can't
have you laid up On tiny hands. That
would be worse than- Humph! Tut,
tut! Somethin' ought to be Gone. and
I'm blessed If | know what. Aud not
woman round the place. not even
that Debby. Say. look here! What's
your name-er-Emmie? Hadn't bet
ter get the doctorT
The child looked frightened.
"WhyT she cried, her big eyes open.
ing. 'I'm not sick, am ~
"Sick? No, no! Course not, course
not. What would you want to be sick
for? But you ought to get warm and
dry right off, s'pose, and your duds
are all up to the depot. Say, what does
what did your ma used to do when you
felt-er--them icicles and thingsT'
, "She changed my clothes and rubbed
me, and If was very wet she put me
to bed sometimes"
BED? Sure! Why, yes, indeed!
Beds a good place to keep of icicles,
There's my bedroom right In there.
You could turn in just as well as not.
Bunk amt made yet, but l can shake
1T up in no time. Say-er-er-you can
undress yourself. can't your
"Oh. yes. sir! Course I canl I'm
most eight"
"Sure you are! Don't act mite ba-
byish. All right; you set still till !
shake up that bunk"
He entered the chamber. his own.
opening from the sitting room. and pro-
ceeded literally to ''shake up" the bed.
1t was not lengthy process. and when
1t was completed he returned to find
his visitor already divested of the coat
and standing before the stove.
~ guess perhaps you'll have to help
undo me behind" observed the young
lady This is my best dress, and l
can't reach the buttons in the mid
die Of the back" ~.
Captain Cy scratched his head. Then
he clumsily unbuttoned the wet waist,
glancing rather sheepishly at the win
dow to see If any one was coming.
$50 this is your best dress, hey?" he
asked. to cover his confusion. 1t was
obviously not very new. for 1t was
neatly mended in one or two places.
"Yes, sir"
$50. Where'd you buy it-up to Con-
cordY
No. sir, Mamma made 1t year ago."
There was little choke in the child's
voice. The captain was nightly taken
back. ...
Hum. Yes. yes," be muttared hur-
riedly. well. there you are. Now
you can get along. can't your"
''Yes. sir Shall | 60 in that room?"
"Trot right In. You might-er-
maybe you might sing out when you're
tucked up. -l-rll want to know If
you've got bedclothes enough"
Emily disappeared in the bedroom.
The door closed Captain Cy, his
hands In his pockets. walked up and
down the length Of the sitting room.
The expression on his face was a queer
one. ..
~ haven't got any nightgown," called
a voice from the other room. The cap
tain gasped
Good land. so you ain't!" he ex-
claimed. What in the world
Humph. WONDER
He went to the lower drawer Of 9
tall "highboy" and from the tumbled
mass of apparel therein took one OF
his own night garments,
Here's one" he said, coming back
with It In his hand, ~ guess you'll
have to make this one do for now.
It'll fit you enough for three times to
Dnce. but it's all I've got"
a small hand reached round the edge
Of the door. and the nightshirt disap-
peaIred Captain Cy chuckled and re-
sumed his pacing.
"I'm tucked up," called Miss Thomas.
The captain entered and found her In
bed. the patchwork points and dia-
monds of the Rising Sun quilt covering
her to the chin and her head denting
the uppermost Of the TWO big pillows.
Captain Cy liked to ''sleep high"
TO BE CONTINUED.