Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1911-01-21
The Argus Daily Short Story
Grandma Turner'S Beauty Clarissa Macke.
copyrighted. 1910. by Associated Literary P1sss.

much about children" remarked Doxie
slowly.
"I don't especially. but I have plenty
1 of time and ma said we might as well
help Howard out till he got house
keeper. You can't guess what that
young ones calledr' she repeated.
81 can't guess unless it's after Lucy's
Aunt Hyacinth Moore" suggested
Doxie. rising to her slender height. Il
remember when Lucy and l went to
school together she used to think her
aunt had the loveliest name in the
world
"She wasn't named after her moth
er's Aunt Hyacinth Moore" mimicked
Beulah, rather GROSSLY. Lucy Bun
derman was awful tender hearted, and
/ guess her-conscience kind of both
cred her the way she'd acted toward
some folks, so she named the second
little girl after one of her old school
mates. I must be going now. Good
by"
When Beulah's red shawl had flick
cred from sight Doxie turned back to
the sunlit room and sat down once
more
All dlldCh VI
her to the house for several days. and
consequently she had not heard of
Howard Bunderman's return to Fern
vile. Nearly every pleasant day when
she went down to the postoffice she
passed the Bunderman place. and
whenever she saw Estelie's pale face
at the door or window she would wave
hand in greeting. and sometimes
Miss Bunderman would come out to
the gate and chat for awhile. But she
never mentioned her brother nor any
thing about his affairs to Doxie Tur-
ner. Indeed, no one in Fernville
dreamed of repeating Howard's name
in Doxie's hearing.
If they had only known, Doxie
would not have minded their mention
ing the name of Howard Bunderman,
to whom she had once been almost en-
gagged to be married, nor OF Lucy
Moore, who had been the village belle
and msdcap who had got Howard
away from Doxie and married him,
some said, out Of pure love Of mischief.
1t was known that Lucy bitterly re-
pented of her wickedness. for her bus
band did not love her as dearly as he
did Doxie Turner, yet never by lonF or
deed did he betray himself. But Lucy
Bunderman knew. The postmistress
said that Lucy had written letter to
Doxie once after her marriage. when
she had gone out to Omaha to live and
that a letter from Doxie Turner had
passed through the office In reply.
That was all. Nobody ever knew what
Doxie Turner thought about the mat
ter. She always looked the same, tail
and fair and sweet with wistful blue
ewes that never overlooked a duty I'M
done.
Now she suddenly arose from her
chair with a little exclamation of dis
may. She opened the doo- into the
sitting room where GrandmOther
Turner sat in the sunny bow window
knitting furiously at a long white
stocking.
Apple wood logs were singing and
sizzling in the drum stove. and there
was the pleasant odor OF cedar from
the old lady's open cedar chest
About time yon took your tonic.
grandma suggested Doxie. 'I forgot
all about IL. Have you been lonesome
in hereT'
mot & mite, Doxie. I'm too busy to
be lonesome. I heard Beulah Norton's
voice in the kitchen. and was scarf to
death afraid she'd oome fl here
can't abide her, Mrs. Turner jabbed
her needles into the wool and paused
for breath Her black ewes sought her |