The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1914-05-01

when he was reaching for the bread
and ia a silent protest against snch
fooiishness got up from the table and
emptied them Into the kitchen sink
There's place for eyerythins,p he
said, wien he came back. .'and the
place for flowers is outdoors
Then Ia the pine woods there would
be. she was sure. Stpr OF Bethlehem,
Solbmon.s Seal. the white spray OF
ground nuts and bunch berries. Per
haps they could make a, bouquet. and
Patty would take it across the fields to
Mrs. Boyntons door. She need not 60
M. and, thus they would not be- dis
obeying their fathers command not to
visit that crazy Bognton woman."
Here Patty came liz with a painful
of green's, and the sisters sat down IN
the sunny window to get them ready
for the pot.
I'm caineEs. the little rebel allow
ed, That's generally the way IT turns
out with mes get into rage, but
can generally sing II on"
You certainly must hive got rid OF
good deal OF temper this morning by
the. way your voice soundedn
Nobody can hear us in this out OF
the way place. It's easy enough to
see that the women weren't asked to-
shy anything when the men settled
where the houses should be built The
men weren't content to stick them ON.
the top of a high hill or half mile
fttYs 1gA ehay,ae, ,t4 Y1,4 kt,,t,, Ia, ,t- -.
the main road. taKing due care to cut
the sink window where their wives
couldn't see anything. even when they
were washing dishes"
II don't know that ever thought
about it In that way And WaftstiA
looked out of the window in brown
study. while her hands worked with
the dandelion greens. I've noticed ii,
but Il never supposed the men did itl
Intentionally"
''No, you wouldn't" said Patty. with
the pessimism Of. weman OF ninety.
as she stole an admirIug glance at her
sister. Patty's own face, irregular,
pIquant. tantalizfng. had its peculiar
charm. and her brilliant skin and hair
so ,dazzled the masculine behoIder that
be took note OF no. small defects. But
WaitstiH was beautiful -beantffui even
in her working dress Of purple calico.
Her single braid oe hair. the Boxwell
hair, that In her was bronze aud in
Patty pale auburn. was wound once
;Irouud her 1ne head and made to
staud7 little as # went across the
front 1t was a simple, easy. uncun-
scious fashion OF her own. quite differ.
ent from anything done by other wom-
en- in her time and place. and it just
suited her dignity and serenity. II
looked like q. coronet. but 1t was the
way she carried her head that gave
you the fancy. there were such spirit
and pride in the poise Of it on the long.
graceful neck. Her eyes were as clear
as mountain pools shaded By rushes.
and the strength of the face was sor.
tened By the sweetness of the, mouth.
Patty never let the conversation die
out for many seconds at a time. and
now she began again: MY sudden
RACES don't match my name very well;
but. Of course, mother didn't know
how was going to turn out when she
called me Patience. for was nothing
but a .squlrming little bald. red baby.
But my name really is too ridiculous
when you think about it,
waitstill laughed as she said: ut
didn't take sou long to change 1t. Per.
haps Patience was a hard word for
baby to say, but the moment you could
talk you said Patty wants this and
Patty wants that"
did Patty ever get It? She never
has since. that's certain! And look at
your name. It's 'waitstill,' yet you
never stop a moment. When you're
not in the shed or barn or chicken
house, dr IsIlelnn or attic or enrtleIt