Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1913-07-31

him about the sad state ut poor MIR
Carriers i've, tuj a wear before he died
Just - on rocking Billy ami singing
hymns t. him in such Il way thar |
can't hear the conversation MIR Car
tcr'S liver got on my nerves alive, and
dead it does worse But il aurtS when
the doctor has To take the little. sleepy
boy out OF my arms to carry him home
though | Ike il when he says under
his breath. Thank You. Molly
And sS | sat and thought how nrav
he ami had been to each other in all
our troubles | excused myself for run.
ming to him With that letter and ne.
knowlcdcrd to myself that | had no
right to yet mad when he tcased me.
for he had been kind and interested
about helping me get thin by the time
Alfred came back to see me | couldn't
tell which was hluShinG all To my
self about. the "luSciouS peach" he had
called me or the lovely lily" Alfred
had reminded me in his letter that |
had boon when he lett me
Why don't people realize that sew
cntrrn-yrar-old girls heart is Scusi
tive wild tower that may br shattered
by Nrrath> Mine shattered when
Alfred went away to find something
he could do to make y living, and
Aunt Adcliuc gave tn" hard, green
stem to Mr.. Carter when she married
me to him Poor Mn Carter,
No. | wasn't twenty. and this town
was fun OF women who were auuts
and cousins and law kin to me. and
nobody did anything for me They
all said with Il sigh Of rrlirt, 1t will
he such n nice safe thing for YOU.
Molly" And they really didn't mean
anything by Nimg up gay, dancing,
frolickinS. pranriuG colt of II girl With
terribly pondcrous hriAle But God
didn't want to see mo always trottinS
along slow and tired and not caring
what happened to me even pounds
and pounds of plumpnCSS, So he found
use for Mr. Carter IN some other place
but this world. and feel that he Is
going to see me through whatever
happens If some OF the women in
my missionary society knew how
friendly | feel with God they would
put me out for contempt ot court.
No, the town didn't mean anything
by Christening my spirit with Mr., Car
ter. and they didn't consider him in
the matter ut all poor man! or that
| feel sure uillSboro is like that
1t settled itself here in Il Tennessee
valley II few hundreds of years ago
and has been Matching and cmcking
! over its own small affairs ever since
I All the houses set back from the street
with their wings spread out over their
gardens, and mothers here go on hover
ing even to the third and fourth gen
Grafton Lots of times young. long
legged. frying size boys scramble out
j of the nests and go off to college and
decide to grow up where their crow
will he heard by the world Alfred
was one OF them
And too. occasionally some man
comes along from the big world and
marrieS plump little broiler and takes
her away with him, but mostly they
stay and go to lowering life on cor.
ner OF the family estate That's what
did
was poor little lost chick with
frivolous tendencies. and they MI cluck
ed me over into this empty Carter nest
which they considered we'll feathered
for me- 1t gave them all sensation
when they found out from the will just
how well it was fcathered And 1t gave
me one too All that money would
make me nervous If Mr.. Carter hadn't
made DIR. John its guardian, though |
sometimes feel that the responsibility
of me makes him treat me rs II he
were my stcpgrandfatherin But
all In all. though stiff in it's knees with
arstOcracy, Hillsboro is lovely and low
ing, and couldn't inquisitiveness be
called just real affection with kind
Of squirt in its eyer
And there | sat on my front steps,
being embraced in a perfume of every.
bodys lilacs and peachblow and sweet
syringa and alfectionate interest and
moonlight with letter In my hand
from the man whose two photographs
and many letters | had kept locked up
in the garnet for years Is II any won
der | tingled when he told me that he
had never come back because he
couldn't have me and that now the
minute he landed In America he was
going to lay his heart at my feet? !
added his honors to his PROSTATE heart
myself and my own beat ut the pros,
pect All the eight years faded away
and | was again back In the old gar
den down ut Aunt Adelines cottage
saying goOdby. folded up In his arms
That's the way my memory put the
scene to me. but the word folded
made me remember that blue muslin
dress again | had promised to keep
it and wear 1t for him when he came
back--and | couldn't forget that the
blue belt was just twenty-three inches
and mine is-no, | won't write It. |
had got that dress out Of the old trunk
not ten minutes after | bad read the
letter and measured It.