Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1913-11-26

house Sunday school, 70 which the cDW.E
boys dOcked for miles around for -
rood look At the new super. Just On
from the east BIZ
One Sabbath NlrI. Agnea crimsoneL
to the roots Of her hair with the ter
rihle publicity OF telling the Sunday
school folks about the bee they were
going to hare. to put up lean-to. witt,
a porch for vines. to give the new gu.
perintendent a living room. and would
they all Gomez And those who hadn't
any women folks Of their own to bring
to help get the big dinner and supper
might bring somebody else's. and Mr..
| Duncan was over on Forty Nile run or
he'd give 1t out. but they'd all come
| just the same and have u mighty good
time putting up the new Sunday
school lady's lean-to.
I When Mae Maude climbed up ON the
| rear car of the EXPRESS, after throw
ing her old shawl and her boys hat
into the river that bleak November
| night OF the baby's funeral she was
sure she could never laugh again. But
when Mrs. Agnes told Jack the next
day about her announcement Of the
bee" Mae Maude had to put the frills
on the story. Jack Duncan caught his
wee. plump wife in his arms, with
baby or two thrown, In for good meas.
ure. their squeals of merrtment &C
company1ng his full throated American
laugh. their heels kicking his broad
chest gleefully. while the second edi
ton Of Mel'-ille Tremaine squeezed his
mothers n ok. shouting mildly: I'VE
don't have to preach, mo msy and me
We'm xotn' to farm IT.
| Then all ioined. big and little. in the
chorus Of laughter. and there came
near being a riot Of hugs and kisses.
Mae Aaude, with the help Of the
second generation OF Duncans and her
correspondence with tho back to. the
soil'' wise men of Washington. made
the manse ten acre lot bud and BIOS
som Al the rose. Many good hint did
she give the settlers and their wives
that made her word On farming it"
| take the place OF their rule OF thumb"
methods.
Dan Wstherel, thoroughgoing
|
legislature, noticed her neat. trim ap-
peasanes while she took notes in the
lecture ear" and increased the fro
quency Of his visits 1T tho manse.
One day he quiz8sd Mrs. Agnes about
her friends widowhood, quite shock
ing her by asking her II it were sod
or grass"
Mae Aaude heard only the word
widow" but it sent the ''creeps" up
ard down her spine. After that Dan
Wethereil might as we'll have tried to
win one Of Grenfers Labrador peaks.
She kept tab on the home folks
through the Duncans. even to the mys-
ferrous disappearance Of Melville Ire
maine soon after her own. Every
body had given him up for dead; but.
| woman fashion, she held stubbornly
the hope that she would see him again
her very ewn-the noble fellow that
he was when she first knew him. Hav-
ing been through the ordeal herself
and knowing how they always thought
along the same lines when he was him
self. she looked for him to come to her
permanently redeemed. *.
I One evening day or two before
Thanksgiving John Duncan came home
from two weeks trip. He was silent
and abssntmlndsd. though the small
house was fairly tipsy with merriment.
Agnes usual expedient OF putting the
baby in his arms was dat failure. 1t
came near breaking tho ehild's neck.
l ~ r "a kho ~
clothes wadded about its useless feet,
and whom it was tumblinR over on its
small nose hs took it, this way and
that. Al he would have done bag of
grain to make it stand On end.
I 4Fs. Agnes sprang to the rescue.
For mefcy's sake. Jack"
He came to the surface long enough
to beg the baby's pardon and stop with
Z big. brushy kiss fts issue Of protest.
ing notes. "Come. Aggy, let's 60 and
take 4 walk
I He drew her hand into the bend of
his elbow, leaving the baby and the
Thanksgiving box that had just ar-
rived from the home church. the con,
tents Of which the junior Duncans
were almost per1sh1ng to explore.
Just fairly beyond earshot he broke
out with. Lost my trail yesterday, Ag.
gle. and you can't guess whom I ran
ACROSS" @H -.-*r~ ii
mo, Jack. Who3" certain that the
mystery Of his abstraction was about
to unravel ITSELF
"Helville Tremaine"
mo, Jack. He's dead"
"Not by long shot! The nveliest
fellow I've met for many dayl Stay
ed Ill night with him! Told me the
whole story --.-..-~~ ...--
"Jack Duncan, what are you saying
Didn't he drink himself to death? p
'"Tried to after Mae Maude left, but
the Salvation Army folks down there
In the city got hold Of him."
"Oh. Jackie! And doesn't he drinl
now?" :. .s q ILL.,.
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