The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1913-11-27

ems nerSeII. one WAS pump I'LL
woman with soft black eyes and
sweet voice.
why. Job, am glad to see yo'
Walk in. III have to give you sec
In the kitchen. as there Is no IRE
the other room"
How coy you are here, Mary!
Then be plunged at once into his trou
Bile. He told OF his firm determinatiol
to give his usual Thanksgiving Dime
and his still firmer resolve not to &C
cept Abigail's proffered help.
II want you to come and plan 1t all.
he said In conclusion. You can hav'
all the money to spend and all the hell
you want don't mean that you shall
work hard. VIII you help me. Mary?'
delicate pink colored her cheek
MRS. Skinner-what will she sayr
Its none Of her business. Say yes
Mary I'll pay you anything you ike
She raised her head little proudly
"Of course will ask you no more than
any one else she began. but be
broke in gladly:
Thank you. Mary"
All the way home Job Tanner was
contrasting the coy little house be had
just left with his own spacious but
lonely abode Meanwhile Mrs. Clemens
was assuring herself that she was re-
garded by her late caller only in the
light Of capable servant
She went to her field of labor early
on the Monday morning before Thanks
giving Sally was warm admirer of
fashion. All things for which
Mary asked were provided. even to a
box OF cut flowers from a neighboring
city.
Thanksgiving morning dawned, gray
and overcast About 8 o'clock Job en-
tered the house from the harm.
Miss Clemens. she said for you to
come In the dinin' room and see how
things looked" was Sally's greeting
When he opened the door he stood
'peechless. The old room was trans
formed into bower of beauty. The
Day window was filed with evergreens
ind adorned with yellow chrysanthe-
NUNS and silver leaved begonias from !
dary's home. The quaint old mahog- |
my sideboard was filed with choice |
tits of china and silver, quivering
nolds of amber jelly. a massive sill
er cake basket filed with slices of
ich. dark fruit cake and a bowl of
carlet carnations The long table was
pread with fine linen and ornamented
nth smilax and roses. On a low vine
raped stand between the side win
ows was a pyramid Of apples. oranges
nd bananas
1T all looks good enough to eat
nd so do you." he went on. noting
er we'll fitting brown bingham dress.
hite apron and pink ribbon at her
lroat MARY. you make my home
lradise. Stay here as my WIFE,"
She grew very pale. Twice she es-
we'd to speak. but the words died on
n lips. 1t was not until he came
'arer that she found her voice.
'No. no. You ask me because you
g sorry for me and your home is lone
| cannot be your wife on these
rms"
4 do not see why you cannot.
u be good to you, Mary"
She smiled. although her lips quiv-
I'd piteously, II know you would, l
b. There is something else" :
Not another manY'
oh. no Please don't ask any more"
j have right to know. You must
me why you cannot be my wife"
There was a grave dignity in his
&c that she could not gainsay. She
st tell him the truth
Because | love you. Job Tanner
y. do not interrupt me You would
eed be good to me. but | know too =
II the result of union where the
e is all on one side, and SO ] will
be your wife. Now. not word
re on the subject. | have outraged
sense of womanly pride. but you
lie me speak" And before be could
over from his astonishment she had
en refuge in the kitchen
be guests began to arrive in short
e. Job had no opportunity for an
or word with Mrs Clemens One
was plain to him-Mary had re-
ID him
inner over. there was an hour OF So
intercourse. Then the guests de
ed. When Job re-entered the house. =
r seeing the last load drive off. he -
Id Sally washing the dishes.
Where Is Mrs Clemens, Sally?" he
ID.
lily paused. dishclotha in one hand
half washed plate In the other
lere. lndeed?' He recognized the
as one tnat marked the height Of
rs displeasure. She's gone home,
or by that sister Of yournl
Up! I'd Jest like to give Abigail
ner piece OF my mind come
!. near doln' 1t. but Miss Clemens =
amb-she begged me to keep STILL"
little sklllful questioning put Job
Of the facts. Mrs. Skin
lad entered the kitchen and plain
pressed to Mrs Clemens the sur
and indignation OF the family
'rning the widows presence.
I'D as how they were all sayin' as
she was a-throwin' Of herself at
head" Sally went on. MARY