The daily sentinel., 1913-05-24

search IKE ana MIS- Homer Jewell hSrselI, &
white as a sheet. But she held her chin up.
Such awful conditions called for strong meas
ures, she said, and than she asked how many woulC
volunteer to help carry out the plan; and, whsa tel
you what that plan was you will wonder--as do, nov
how any one dared to volunteer. For she had pro
posed the awfulest thing. But thc ladies of the I'm
proVement Society rallied around her; and, after shI
had explained the plan TO old Mis- Banbo-, Who il
some deaf, We. got down TO business
Mis- Jewell set right TO work appointing connie
tees We stayed there till most eleven o'clock and ther
went home still. Aside from its being secret we ddn
feel much like talking think all of apprec.
ated how soldiers must feel before battle. Well, III
tell the rest Just il happened.
When Old Bamber down to breakfast nexl
morning. there nobody there but Emmy lane Old
Mis- Bamber was gone, and Joe Tiinghasts wife was
gone, and Mis- Homer Jewell, and Alice and Anne
Jentins, and every last member OF the Improvement
Society. Ot course i created ourprise but, as
none of the men knew that anybody esc's wife was
gone, he didnt realize all the awful possibilities OF
the situation.
Perhaps the most astonished man in town that
morning was Abah Moore, when he came to unlock
the grocery-storc It Of those beautiful june
mornings-NYarm and baluy-and sitting or every one
OF the nine barrels in front of the store was woman
"On Old Banlber's barrel Mis- Bamber. Shed
brought along her knitting, and she sat there Just as
II she was sitting in her rocker with patchwork
cushions IN the south window of her own kitchen.
Next to her was Mis- Sawyer. Mis- Sawyer is a
woman Of Imagination, and she had brought along the
awfulest old dime novel she had found hid under
Jinlmy5 mattress. 1t had u real bright yellow cover
and the outside it said in big letters. The Deadly
Clutch Mis- Sawyer had forgotten her glasses, and
she said 40 how she more than sorry for she'd
read anything in her life but the Bible and Pill
grims Proges and Daily Helps and if she had got to
be real wicked for the good of the cause and the up
lifting Of humanity, it stood her in hand TO get just
much fun out of it as she could
They posted the next barrel, next to Abiena
Treat who engaged TO the minister. l could see
that Abiena was scared, Perhaps she was afraid it
didn't behoove future ministers wife to be carrying
things with such 4 high hand
Mis- Tillinghast mending shirt for Joe Til
linghast 1t was pretty ragged, and Mis- Tilinghast
thought maybe IL Old Joe it mended the four
corners-thrust, so to speak, into the public eye-he
might give her leave and money to buy him some
Phoebe Ayers kind of scrooched up against the wall
Phoebe is timd little thing and they do say she's
set her heart on John Jonas Jewell, the same was
singing that ungodly song about hens. | sorry
for her Alice Jewell was cheering her up. Alice is
devoted to Phoebe.
But Mis- Homer Jewell who come next sat on her
barrel as if it was throne and she on ermne and vel
vet instead of clean dotted print When anybody
is born lady neither barrels, hens Other
trying circumstances can't change the fact There was
red spot, in either check, and her mouth was SET
considerable firm.
"Abijah was certainly surprised He didn't say
says she, Good morning Abiiah These such nice
seats, and its such fine day. we thought we'd have
'Abijah looked queerer than ever. and his scraggy
red nustaehe began TO culver like leaf IN strong
in Old Mis- Bamber and Mis- Sawyer trying to read
The Deadly Clutch and he went into his store awful
quick and right down cellar There was strange sounds
from down-cellar They came out through the cellar
windows and for a minute or two some OF then
thought Abah had been took with 4 fit. But knew
Abah OF old and wasn't worried.
1T got to be half past seven, and, except Stmor
Browncll's youngest boy and Ezra Williams. the post
office clerk. and Mr. Nate Allen, who kept the En-
porium, the hadn't showed up We set on oui
barrels and were uncomfortable nine coulC
very well be Abijah out and offered to get u:
chairs from the town hall He said could line up
battle array in front of the barrels and that MoulC
do Just as we'll besides being more what useC
to; but we had every OF us made up minds Il
be maryrs-and martyrs were, can tell YOU.
I'VE could look across TO the hotel and see Drucli
Bronson and Cousin Maria Case and several mort
women in those chairs, and Anne jenkins and Cornes
Grant stood on the
well the must have spread, for pretty SooI
the begun to arrive from all sides. Old Bamhe
when he Mis- Bamber setting there knitting ava!
dor dear life.
Morning, Jacobr she says; hadn't you better g,
fishing or pursue other useful employment thu
beautiful day-somehing that will sort OF be uplifting
to the community
"'Nhat are you trying TO do. AlmiryF asked Jacob
kind OF scared like, his travelled down that linz
OF
'''Playing follow my leader. Jacob says Mis- Ban,
Der. pertly Run along home, Jacob
"Old Joe TillinShast approaching 1t was quit
evident that he bound for the next barrel He Il
some uest-sghted as well in other ways
but even he couldn't help seeing Mis- Tilinghast anS
that old shirt. First he looked surprised then som
mad
''Go home, Marthy'' he ordered Mis- Tilinghast
just as ii she was
"'No,' says Mis- Tillinghast, firmly. No. Joseph
! amt been treated yet l thinking maybe Josl
Meadows Jonathan Edwards or Jacob Bainbe1
would treat, me q -
"Joe Tilinghast tried 10 look at her sterny. an,
somehow We couldn't help laughing guess we wer'
kind OF hysteriky and no wonder. Anyway, Old Banl
her and he moved of over by the post-ohce, wher,
they stood and talked real earnest and made enougl