The Press., 1913-01-08

a week. Please take a chair in the parlor, for I must hurry back to the kitchen"
 Let me help you," said MT. Newton, following her to the kitchen, where Bob was washing sweet potatoes.
 How many do you expect?" asked the man, ladling gravy over the fowls that were turning a lovely brown in the big oven.
 "Oh, they all will be here except their brother Joseph, who lives in the city, and he never honors the gather ings with his presence" said Tory.
 "Why doesn't he come, or is he the black sheep of the family who isn't invited?" asked MT. Newton.
 You wouldn't think be was the black sheep if you could hear the fam fly talk about him." said the girl scorn- fully. "It's all Brother Joseph and Cousin Joseph till I'm sick of the very name. They think because he went to the city and got rich that he's the most wonderful person that ever lived"
 "Whew!' said MT. Newton, enjoying the little country girl exceedingly. Maybe he Is wonderful. Did you ever see him?"
 He never comes out here," said Tory, providing her guest with a sharp knife and pan of potatoes as soon as he rose from his knees by the oven. He must be regular skinfiint or he wouldn't act the way he does. Why. they say he has more money than he knows what to do with, and his broth CTS little girl is suffering for the right kind of medical treatment. The doc tor says that If her limb could have the proper care she might have the use of It again. but her parents won't accept charity"
 That does seem mean." agreed Mir. Newton. but perhaps he doesn't know about these things"
 ''There they come!' cried Bob. drop ping his sweet potatoes and rushing out to help Cousin Charity out of the old surrey driven by her brother. "I'd rather put away horses any day than butter around in the kitchen"
 ''This Is a gentleman who came to see uncle," said Tory when Cousin Charity had Iimped into the sitting room and was established by the fire. He's been helping Bob and me in the kitchen. Now you just sit still. for your rheupatism will be worse if you try to walk around. We'll get along all right"
 ''I must have forgotten to tell you my name." said Mr. Newton. "If your uncle shouldn't get back this after noon YOU may tell him James Bradford wanted to see him."
 "Very we'll, MT. Bradford: you may look after the turkeys once more. and then we will set the tables.''
 ''If Brother Joseph could just be here today the family gathering would be said Mrs. Randall as she helped with the table setting. He is so busy and has so much on his mind that it's unreasonable to expect such a thing, but do wish we could see him.
 Well, if he knew what he misses I'll venture to say he'd be here. no matter hdw much business he has on hand," said Tory, surveying the long table with pride. "The idea of miss ing a dinner like this for a few dol larsp'
 My brother lives in Chicago. Mir Bradford" explained Mrs. Randall. 'and he never has been home since he left the farm. He has made a for tune and is one of the prominent busi- ness men of the city. so he has little time for visiting. This Is his picture taken some months before he went away" And MT. Newton found him. self gazing at a boy who seemed all hands and feet, while his head was held in place by stiff collar md the high back of the chair in which he was seated.
 Dinner was served promptly at 12, md during the long meal Joseph New on had the unusual experience of rearing his praises sung by his rela ives. He dished up quarts of gravy. ut piles of bread, supplied hungry ,oys and girls with turkey and chick n, obeyed TOry's numerous directions