Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1913-07-11

iiin about tle sad state Of poor Dir
Carriers liver for a year before he died
just 90 on rocking Billy and singing
hymns to him in such way that
can't hear the conversation. Mr.. Car
ter's liver got on my nerves alive, and
dead It does worse But it hurts when
the doctor has to take the little. sieepy
boy out Of my arms to carry him home
though like II when he says under
his breath, Thank you. Molly"
And as I sat and thought how near
he and ! had been to each other in all
our troubles Z excused myself for run
ming to him with that letter and ac-
/ knowiedged to myself that | had no
right to gel mad when he teased me.
. for he had been kind and interested
about helping me get thin by the time
I Alfred came back TO see me. | couldn't
tell which | was bushing all to my
self about, the luscious peach" he had
called me or the lovely lily" Alfred
had reminded me 10 his letter that
had been when he left me-
Why don't people realize that a sev
enteen-year-old girls heart is sensi.
tive wild flower that may be shattered
by a breathe Mine shattered when
Alfred went away to find something
he could do to make a living, and
Aunt Adeline gave the hard. green
stem to Mt Carter when she married
me to him Poor Mr. Carter!
No. wasn't twenty. and this town
was full Of women who were aunts
and cousins and law kin TO me. and
nobody did anything for me. They
all said with a sigh OF relief, 1T will
be such a nice safe thing for you,
Molly" And they really didn't mean
anything by tying up gay. dancing,
frolicking prancing colt of a girl with
a terribly ponderous bride But Cod
didn't want to see ME always trotting
along slow and tired and not caring
what happened to me- even pounds
and pounds of plumpness. so he found
use for Mr.. Carter in some other place
but this world and feel that he is
going TO see NE through whatever
happens. If some Of the women In
my missionary society knew how
friendly I feel with God they would
put me out for contempt Of court.
No. the town didn't mean anything
by Christening my spirit with Mr. Car
err and they didn't consider him In
he matter at all, poor man! OF that
feel sure Hirsboro is ike that
i settled Itself here In a Tennessee
ALLEY a few hundreds Of years ago
md has been Matching and clucking
'ver its own small affairs ever since
M the houses set back from the street
With their wings spread out over their
ardenS, and mothers here go on hover
ng even to the third and fourth gen
ration Lots Of times young. long
.gged. frying size boys scramble out
( the nests and go off to college and
ecide TO grow up where their crow
-ill be heard by the world Alfred
Tas one Of them
And. too. occa sionany some man
omes along from the big world and
larries a plump little broier and takes
er away with him. but mostly they
ay and 90 to lowering life on a col
Pr of the family estate That's what
did
I was a poor little lost chick with
iv0lous tendencies and they all chuck
me over into this empty Carter nest
hich they considered well feathered
r me 1t gave them al a sensation
ben they found out from the win just
w well it was feathered And it gave
e one too All that money would
axe me nervous # Mr. Carter hadn't
lde DR. John its guardian though
metimes feel that the responsibility
me makes him treat me as if he
IRE my grandfather-in-law. But
in ALL, though stiff in its knees with
stocracy Hilsboro is lovely and low
:. and couldn't inquisitiveness be
led just real affection with a kind
squirt in its eye?
md there sat on my front steps.
ng embraced in perfume Of every
~ 5 lilacs and peachblOw and sweet
lnga and aTectionate interest and
onlight with a letter in my hand
N the man whose two photographer
many letters mad kept locked upi
he garnet for years. Is it any won
I tingleG when he told me that be
never come back because he
ldn't have me and that now the
iute be landed in America he was
AZ to lay bis heart at my feet?
Ell his hOnOrs to his PROSTATE heart
SELF. and my own beat at the pros
/. All the eight years faded away
was again back in the old gar
down al aunt Adeune's cottage
ne goodby, folded up in his arms.
is the way my memory put the
lie to me. but the word folded
lie me remember that blue muslin
$ again had promised to keep
nd wear it for him when he came
S-and couldn't forget that the
belt was just twenty three incaes
mine is-no won't write 1t.
got that dress out of the old trunk
ten minutes after bad read the
r and measured it.
!. nobody would blame me for run
right across the garden to Or
with such a real trouble as that
Of suddeD Z hugred the LETTER