The Forrest City times., 1914-09-04

His very evident hardness of heart so mortified tlss old ladies that they all began to ettsok him at once,
 "Beems ter me I'd have the deoeney ter show some shamei" grimly avowed Sarah Jane.
 Abe could not help 1t. He sputtered Even Miss Abigails, Few were a stranger an we took ysw in" did not sober him.
 ''Ef any one O my husbands had acted the way you've acted. Abe Rose," began Mrs. Homan.
 Poor leetle Angy,' broke In tho gentle Miss Ellie pityingly. She must a lost six pounds"
 Abraham's mobile face clouded over
 "Angy'' he faltered. "Yew don't mean that Angy-" Silence again fell on the group, while every glance was fastened on Abraham. "See here," he flashed his faded blue eye. "Angy's got more sense than that!"
 No one answered, but there was significant struggling of shoulders and lifting of eyebrows, Abraham was distressed and concerned enough now Rising from his place he besought the sisters;
 "Yew don't think Angy's feelins have been hurt-dew yew, gals?"
 Their faces softened, their figures relaxed. the tide of feeling changed in Abraham's favor, Miss Ellie spoke very softly:
 "Yew know that even the Lord thy God Is a jealous God.'"
 Abraham grasped the back of his chair for support, his figure growing limp with astonishment. Mother, Jealous of me?" he whispered to him self, the memory of all the years and all the great happenings of all the years coming back to him. Mother jealous of me?" He remembered how he had once been tormented by jealousy in the long, the ever-so-long ago, and of sudden he hastened into the hall and went half-running up the stairs, He took hold of the latch of his bedroom door. It did not open The door was locked.
 "Angy!" he called. fear of he knew not what gripping at his heart "Angy." he repeated as she did not answer.
 The little old wife had locked her self in out of very shame of the rare tears which had been brought to the surface by the sisters cruel treatment of Abraham. When she heard his call she hastened to the blue wash basin and began hurriedly to dab her eyes He would be alarmed E he saw the traces Of her weeping. Whatever had happened to him, for his sake she must face It valiantly. He called again Again she did not answer, knowing that her voice would be full of the tell tale tears. Abe waited. He heard the tramp of feet passing out of the din ing room into the hall He heard Blossy emerge from her room at the end of the passage and go tripping down the stairs The time to Angy, guiltily bathing her face, was short; the time to her anxious husband unac- countably long The sound of wheels driving up to the front door came' to Abes ears. Still Angy made him no response.
 'Angy!" he raised his voice in pite- ous pleading. What mattered if the sisters gathered in the lower hall heard him? What mattered If the chance guest who had just arrived heard him also? He had his peace to make with his wife and he would make it, "Angy!"
 She flung the door open hastily. The signs of the tears had not been obliter- ated, and her face was drawn and old. Straightway she put her hand on his arm and searched his face inquiringly.
 What did the gals say ter yew ?" she whispered. Abe, yew made mis- take when yew picked out Bl-"
 Poor leetle mother!" he inter- rupted. Poor leetle mother!" world of remorseful pity in his tone. "So yew been jealous of yer ole man?"
 Angeline, astonished and indignant, withdrew her hand sharply, demand ing to know If he had lost his senses :: but the blinded old gentleman slipped his arm around her and, bending, brushed his lips against her cheek. Thar, thar he murmured sooth- ingly, T didn't mean no harm. I can't help it ef all the gals git stuck on mel"
 Before Angy could make any reply. Blossy called to the couple softly but iusistently from the foot of the stairs and Angy wrenching herself free. hastened down the steps, for once in her life glad to get away from Abe. He lost no time in following. No mat ter where Angy went, he would follow until all was well between her and him again.
 But what was this? At the landing. Aney halted and so did Abe, for in the center of the sisters stood Blossy with her Sunday bonnet perched on her sil- yer-gold hair and her white India shawl over her shoulders. and beside Blossy stood Capt. Samuel Darby with a countenance exceedingly radiant. fc rI