The Whitefish pilot. [volume] (Whitefish, Mont.) 1904-current, 1911-05-18

gen sullenly. I'm mighty glad, Hen
rletta owen, that you've spoke your
mind and told tue what you think
about the matter. First time I ever
knew you was 50 sympathetic for HUI.
dab Scott"
cant help being sorry for her,
lm0gen. You had nice home of your
own and enough to live quiet on, and
the OLD place was all Huldah had.
You know the only thing she can do
to earn money is to take boarders, and
now that her house is gone she can't
do thing. Most of her furniture is
stored In Deacon Browns barn and
she a-hving In those two little rooms
over the bakery a-trying to sew, poor
soul, and her hardly ever taking a
neeo'e III her hand. not being handy
tnat way. No wonder she looks shah
by and old fashioned. But she's proud
as Lucifer and won't let anybody helm
her by any ways"
so l am to blame for that, am II"
demanded lmogen fercely.
"She ought to have her home back"
said Mrs. Owen obstinately. Its
proved her father paid the money for
1t. l must he going now," she contin-
ued, with a side glance at the flowers.
"You mustn't mind what | said about
Huldah Scott. can't help feeling sor.
~ for her"
u expect everybody in town feels
the same way" challenged Imogen.
"They seem to feel sorry for her.
admitted Mrs. Owen. "GooLby, I'm.
ogen. Come around and see me when
you can"
The subject Of the lawsuit her father
had instituted against the meager es-
tate of old James Scott was sore one
for victorious Imogen Morse. Three
years had passed since Huldah had
been turned from her home, and in
that time she had tried half a dozen
ways to earn living and failed in
each But she was Il splendid house.
keeper. and formerly she had earned II
comfortable livelihood by taking
boarders in the rambling old house OF
her father. Now she was knocked
hither and thither among the few
wage earners In the village At pres
ent she was tending the bakery for
the Smiths.
Imogen always looked forward to
Easter as season Of great joy. for
she loved the resurrection Of the flow
ers from their wintry sleep, the new
clothing Of the earth, the vague prom
ise of new lif. beyond this old one
All these things bore significance for
her
She impressed the story of the resur-
rection on her Sunday school class
She found herself waxing eloquent as
she compared the arising of the bless
ed Lord from his death sleep to the
awakening Of the dormant plant life.
She was filled with joy at the ap-
prOach OF Eastertide. and it was not
herself but black shadow Of her real
nature which had carelessly overlook.
ed the wrong that had been done to
Huldah Scott.
The next day would be Good Friday,
and lmOgen resolved that she would
have some hot cross buns for her
breakfast, so after her dinner was
cleared away she walked down to the
bakery The store was quite empty
save for little girl perched on stool
behind the counter. 1t was the bakers
child
well. Edna. who's tending store
today" asked Imogen briskly
Miss Huldah's tending store. She'll
be back In moment Have your lilies
withered up yet. Miss Imogen:" asked
the little girl eagerly.
"Withered up? What do you mean.
child?" demanded Miss Morse
"Why. father said he should think
the lilies would wither up under the
touch of your hands, you're so bard
hearted" said the child. with the bru,
tai directness Of her age.
Imogen gasped and turned white
well, | never" she gasped: ~ never
did" Then she turned and fed from
the place.
Back in her own rooms, she looked
strangely at the lilies Once she reach
I'd forth a finger tip and touched the
white waXen blossom 1T didn't with.
err, she said eagerly. II wonder what
can do. Suppose I should touch one
tomorrow or Sunday and it should
turn brown! l never thought Of that.
suppose am not fit: am not fit"
Miss lmOgen bowed her black head on
her hands and sat very still
She was very busy the next two
days. and on the night before Easter
she sat in her sitting room with the
three Easter lilies ranged in row be-
fore her.
Its no credit to me to give Hullah
Scott back her house again That's her
own, What can | do that will hurt
me the most? Speak up. Imogen
Morse she commanded herself
The gate clicked. and Huldah Scott
ran up the path and knocked lightly
on the door. Come in" said Imocen
ITS me- said Huldah breathlessly.
II just heard little Edna Smith tell
what she said to you the other day
about the lilies whitening. I'm awful