Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1914-07-01
cANDLELIGHT CARRY.
BY Catherine coops.
copyright, 1914, by the Mcclure News
paper Syndicate.)

paper Syndicate.)
The community in which Carry Rey-
holds nae settled was sadly lacking in
what the artistic world terms '.atmos-
before moving out into the country she
would have stayed in town.
As :. i It a she tse nae. m 3oyt sa bag e. and nd
uncle ,,a and all tina n.., was y, possible now
Garry was not gifted in any Of the
her soul craved III beautiful. even as
the dropping violet pines for the dews
on H aeaV 1ncle.s old house. with its still
more ancient assortment Of furniture
and its appalling wallpaper and painted
carry:s meager income me Would not Permit
so great an expenditure as redecoration;;
s,s aayer Sanrys a e '1 %eil.a she smiled Hsiy' a a
multitude of sins. so when 1 got thpse
h3ds gast gas Jets tsd pulled ;a n out and nd my ~. can.
it won't be so bad"
Thus h, it WAS that IT, all TMnk q Esn3!fs.
Garrs for @s'a ee%centrie aas ns among the heDo VII
"There's something queer about any
pulled out and lights her house BY them
fiickerin' Candles" was the way in which
old Hiram WEIGH sized up the situa-
ton.
less Of what people thought Of her. Since
she found onno one sns e ,,31'draM among am qsr the ne
possible from them and lived according
to her own schemes of existence.
the e city inslu took asfAa a room M in TIL the Rem
shaw boarding establishment he won
!dered how any community Of people coHH ha
vital and thrilling. He could conceive of
nothing quite so drab and colorless as the
people who came in during the hours of
L-.l-. -~l 4 f0n <1n0Sr rroil of tho
postoffice window.
.If / were to call nay novel The Drab
stmngebe ! could fS atu nGt tlp he g aol Moore psI'e as
be stood waiting for the mai to be dis
.z saSvs q YOU Hiram, ne yi'l Msic shas %ss isans ss
U.s. 'ses'n pipe .n swinging insk Si from rs tobacco
I,aif %itt tiPS' pe snG tTe hs el hKa meseFs or
Hiram took the pipe from his lips. spat
upon the floor of the village postofdce.
iI oM sts eeey beard an ad"%h a SxSr n an y an-
wal. i dom know as we haye any
c garry as tore tore out ffs ali the gas pipes
and uses them pesky andes ,sasa, to ad Ight !, up y g
vll psyid wl Rea1 Rss f 1aagh as1'0n Scandlelisht
G S;aI; NE m mhs Of aa hsp. p Pe9haps / i cas ase
amt nothin' much to tell about her. She
@ ,noss i abou an Them 4n %eandles Eh;i and goes sas
about with a queer smile on her face.
as II she was always seem, somethin' she
lassly. 'She's just kind O. cracked, !
:craeked! Wen, the hso,. plot 10 ms sa{ck xa;,r
;;Sandlslight Garry How to manage it?
0O-JOU - -...AL>s
Hiram took on his hat and scratched
one once p Pad fioarnished. s:Well, I reckon
Il you had some rusty old candlesticks
e s9 %lshE patent Msleom eane yea. To my pp Boy. y en-
David Reaves smdled and nodded ON.
prehensively. THE very thing! IN find
eomething antique that might interest
Hiram looked at the young stranger a !.
II he, too, might not be a little cracked"
MY old woman's got a pair o old pewter
candlesticks that har granny set a heap O.
: store b Sist but s,n ! guess na a sne,9 let % y9 %s h now
juice, as they calls it, 49,,
do you suppose your. wife would ie.
me see those candlesticks II i walked
home with you?" he asked. catching the
long stride OF Hiram and walking with
him down the village street.
b made, and he was right. Mrs. Hiram
WEIGH, q counterpart OF her HUSBAND:
was entirely willing to part with them.
Accordingly, with a pair Of ancient pew
ter candlesticks under his arm and the
cons0ling thought in his brain that he was
seeking :scharacters' and color for his
writings. David Reaves sought Candle
light Garry"
tho natives calAd the "front stoop." She
oaw the candiesticks under his arm and
smiled. ''You-you're an agent who has
Davjd removed ibis hat and stood be
now her on the steps. ''No-that is.l've
AeArd Of your fancy for candlesticks