The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1914-08-27

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she watched him go down the
garden path with Dileas follow
ing At his heels.
What would she do fiTstg she
asked herself. hSe went upstairs
to her room and spent the next
hour I'm turning out the contents
of her boxes. which she had never
found time thoroughly to unpack.
And then she sat down to survey
the chaos she had created.
what useless things maids
arei" she exclaimed, the childish
troiek of talking aloud to herself
coming back to her naturally
when she was alone. Il never
saw such a lot OF stupid clothes,
1he continued wrathfully. Il
shall lock them all up again"
1t was easier said than done
| They seem to take more room
going in than they did coming
out" she painted, trying to
squeeze a Paquin ball gown un-
der the tray of an already buiging
box.
| Il shall keep out all these pref
| ty frilly things with the blue RIB
bons run through them He likes
4 lue ribons," she soliloquized,
sorting into neat bundles some
filmy white garments which were
scattered round her on the floor
The worked busily. The next
time she sat down she surveyed
her surroundings with satfsfac-
ton.
She picked up one of the white
frilly things with the blue rib
bons. and examined ii carefully.
.I elieve I could sew as well
as that" she murmured. She
ebnt her head and scrutinized
the stitching. "Sueh dear little
seams and little tucks and but
ton holes! wonder II / have
forgotten how to make button
holes?"
That evening when she was
giving Jock a description of her
day, she delighted him with her
first request.
And Jock. do you know what
4 / simply must get-simply must?
A work basket" she exclaimed.
mot a useless thing for show, bu.
real, old fashioned one.
Wouldn't you like to see me
darning your stockings7"
Some few evenings later the
post bag was delayed, and did not
arrive until after dinner.
Jock brought in the letters
himself. and a parcel which he
laid down beside Angela.
tits addressed to you." he
said.
"a parcel! For me? don'i
expect anything" She examined
the lael.
Suppose you open IT," sug-
gested Jock. shall I unfasten
the string for your"
The string was undone, and
many wrappings removed. When
Angela came to the last her
cheeks grew pink.
ct know" she cried.
Jock was bending over her. and
she threw her arms round his
neck and kissed him, and then
quickly pulled off the last wrap.
per. There it vast A large
round work basket
THE last Saturday night be-
fore Christmas = and the best
weeks earnings that I've collect
ed yet," said Angela
"Earnings7 Thievinss, you
mean" answered Jock.
She was sitting on his knee,
and had just finished turning out
his pockets.
She was sitting on his knee
and had Just finished turning out
his pockets.
She went through this cere-
mony every Saturday night, and
then she tied up all the money
she had found in her pocket
handkerchief.
sSixpence more than last Sat
urday night" She jingled the
contents of her handkerchief
triumphantly. do you know
that the first thing l ever heard
aout you was that you lived
upon porrfdge, and counted your
bawbees every Saturday night7'
She jingled herr handkerchief
again. They are my bawbees
now"
"You take them" answered
Jock. You're shameless
reiver."
"A reiver2 What's that7', she
QucIIcu An9tnlhe pIctty
"A reiver is a robert A thief!
A marauding scoundrel. What
are you going to do with your
bawbees7" he asked. There {
nothing to spend your thievings
on up here
What am I going to spend my
bawbees on?" She held her head
on one side and studied him
meditstively. I'm going to-
you will see. After Christmas
will give up reiving."
She hid her thievings In one OF
the pockets OF her work basket.
On Christmas eve they dec
GRATED the little house together.
At last the eight-day clock be-
gan to make a soft, whirring
sound.
III Is going to strike twelve. -
Angela said in a hushed voice.