New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1913-10-19


Of her kitchen door and stand for moment
with her hand shading her eyes.
"Oh. there YOU arc!" cried the woman
after She had looked in every direction to
locate the voice. She was small, and trottcd
down the long board walk that lei to the
barn. Don. the ST. Bernard, started 70 meet
the early visitor. His ominous bark, pref
acei by low growls, caused the woman TO
check her steps.
Don. come hcrc!" commanded Libby.
I'm ashamed Of you! You know Mrs.
Allen"
The dog sncaked back and threw his pom,
lcrous body under the buggy shed and
shamcfaccdiy watched his mistress.
~Mornin', Mrs. Allen." called Libby.
"Old Bills ben havin' another one OF his
spells. He's better this mornln', though,
leading a big black horse, Enthusiastically
pet. out Of the barn rs her visitor confronted
her. whats happened, Sally asked Lib
by, dropping the halter, as She looked into
her neighbor's white face.
~Lucv's dead, answered the woman.
Libby Graham started why, | was
over Yesterday, and the doctor SAID She was
better.
We'll, he didn't know, cause She died last
night bout eight.
III 20 IlHll Over, Hill lslb'H ''l'H
turned in the direction OF the potato patch,
where q half grown boy was digging, and
shouted, Jerry Jerry He fastened TO-
ward her. I'm goin' over TO ButteriieldS;;
| His wifc's dead. You can tend Old Bill and
turn the Plymouth Rocks out bout noon,
! and when YOU get through with the potatoes
YOU can finish shcllin' the corn for hominy.
| III be back fore dark.
| 9Th. f-,r.-yl'e flfrl~r.r SAID Sally Allen.
as the two women walked toward the house,
| and land knows whats TO become OF them
| children They're awful purity things too.
| There hain't no relation 10 take EN-, on his
side nor hcrn. No, can't come III, She re-
piled to Libby's invitation. 1--we got TO 60
| home and rid up the house and set out
snack fer Mother and Josh fore 90 back TO
| Buttcriicld'S. | stayed there last night.
Label takes it awful hard; but, lawsy me!
| he'll git over it. | wouldn't put it past Josh
| Allen TO do the same thing ef | was to die.
| must 60. Goodby.'
"Goodby, Sally" responded Libby.
| AS soon as Sally Aliens short figure dis
n appeared, Libby Graham hurried into
| the house She glanced up at the clock,
whose long hand pointed TO ten minutes to
seven, and then began TO strain the milk
| that she had lett TO go and see Old Bill. | he
woman almost dropped the last pan as she
set it on the upper pantry shelf. a strange
emotion possessed her and made her trem-
bic. The expression that lighted up her
brown features could hardly be called an
ordinary smile: it was more of the glow that
comes when the longing Of a hungry soul is
about to be satisfied.
Presently tears filed her eyes. Wlping
| them away with the corner of her apron, she
went into a little room, called by herself the
"Prophct's Chamber" kept sacred for the
presiding elder and his wife when they came
TO hold conference. With an abandon un-
known before she flung herself on her knees
beside the white bed, and brokcnly thanked
| the Lord. She went out on the back porch
and soppcd her face with the icy well water.
| Then, with quick movements, she donned
her black alpaca and buff Sunbonnet, and,
snatching a handful of Candytuft as she
went out the gate, hurried up the dusty road
that led to Butterfeld'S, south Of town.
If Libby Graham had lived in a city, she
would have been called a bachelor girl, but
in Rivcrton she was an old maid; and if
hair dresser could have unbound her dark
hair, which looked rs if it had been ironed
back of her temples and compressed into the
big hard knot with a good deal of physical
force, she might have been called handsome.