The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1914-05-04
The Story Of
Waiitstill
Baxter
By KATE DOUGLAS WIGGIN
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(Continued from saturday. )

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knows should. want to start out an
try to beat it: The Lord can make
good many kinds O. weather in the
course Of year, but when he puts
his mind on to 1t an kind O. gives him
SELF free hand he can turn out q
June nornin' that must make the dew
IL sick to his stomach with envy! All
the same, Waity, my COW amt be-
hayin' herself any better'n usual.
She's been rampagin' since sun up.
I've seen mother chasin' her out Or
Mis- Days garden patch twice a'readyl
It seems real good an honey to see
you settin' there sewin' while I'm
workin' at the bench. Cephas is down
to the store, so s'pose your fathers
OF somewheres?"
Perhaps the June grass was little
greener, the buttercups Follower, the
foliage more lacey, the sky bluer, he.
cause Deacon Baxter had taken his
luncheon in a pail under the wagon
seat and departed on an unwilling
journey to Moderation. his object be-
ing to press the collection OF some
accounts too long overdue. There was
something tragic in the fact, Waitstill
thought that whenever her father left
the village for a whole day, life ut
once grew brighter, easier, more hope
full. One could breathe freely, speak
ones heart out, believe in the future,
when father was away.
The girls had harbored many delight
full plans at early breakfast, AS it was
Saturday, Patty could catch little Rod
Boynton If he came to the bridge on
errands as usual, and IL Ivory could
spare him for an hour at noon they
would take their luncheon and eat it
together on the river bank as Patty
had promised him. At the last mo-
ment, however, Deacon Baxter had
turned around in the wagon and said:
Patience. you go down to the store
and have a regular housccleanin' in
the stockroom. Git Cephas to lift what
YOU can't lift yourself, move every
thing in the place, sweep ana dust It.
scrub the floor, wash the winder and
make room for the new stun that
they'll bring up from Midtown bout
noon. If you have any time left over
put new papers on the shelves cut
front and clean up and fix the show
winder, Don't stand round gabbin'
with Cephas, and sect he don't waste
time that's paid for by me- Tell him
he might clean up the terhaccer stains
round the stove, black 1t and cover 1t
up for the summer If he amt too busy
servin' cust'mersp
THE whole day spoiled" walled Pat
ty, flinging herself down in the kitch-
on rocker Fathers powers OF inven-
ton beat anything ever saw! That
stocSroom could have been cleaned ans
time this month. and it's too heavy
work for me anyway; 1t spells my
hands grabbing around those nasty,
sticky, splintery boxes and barrels, In
stead of being out Of doors I've got to
be shut up in that smelly. rummy. to-
baccoy, sult-fshy. pepperminty place
with Cephas Cole! He won't have a
pleasant morning. 1 can tell you!
shall snap his head OF every time he
speaks to me-"
so wouldr' Waitstill answered
composedly. Everything is so clear
II his fault that certainly would work
on my temper on Cephas! Still. / can
think. Of a way to make matters come
out right. I've got great basket OF
mending that must be done, and You
remember there's afcholr rehearsal for
the new anthem this afternoon, but
anyway can help a little on the clean
ing. Then you can make Rodman do a
few OF the odd jobs; 1t will be nov
city to him. And Cephas will work
his fingers to the bone for you. as you
well know. If you treat him like a hu-
man being"
"All rightm cried Patty joyously, her
mood changing in an instant There's
Rod coming over the bridge now. Toss
me my Bingham apron and the scrub
bling brush and the pail and the tin OF
soap and the cleaning cloths. Lets
see. The broom's down there, so I've
got everything. If wave a towel
from the store pack up luncheon for
three. You come down, and bring
your mendlnG. Then when you see
how I'm getting on we can consult.
I'm going to take the 10 cents I've
saved and spend it in raisins. can
get good many IL Cephas gives me
wholesale price, with family discount
subtraeted from that, Cephas would
treat me to candy in a minute, but IL /
let him we'd have to ask him to the
picnic. Goodby!n And the volatile
creature darted down the hill singing
"There'll be something in heaven for
children to do" at the top OF her
healthy young lungs.
The waving signal a little later on
showed that Rodman could so to the
picnic. the fact being that he was hay.
ing a holiday from II o'clock until 2,
and Ivory was going to drive to the
bridge at noon anyway, so his permis-
sion could then be asked.
Patty's mind might have been
thought entirely on her ugly task as
she swept and busted and scrubbed
that morning, but the reverse was
true. Mark Wilson had gone away
without saying goodhy to her. This
was not surprising perhaps, as she was
about as much seduestered In her hill