The Bottineau courant. (Bottineau, Bottineau County, N.D.) 1895-1929, 1914-12-11

4 tuOuxuI "dlLSlAiis duu tuev WOuIO nave
them In q china cup on the supper tn.
BILE. No. that would never do. for last
time father had knocked them over
when he was reaching for the bread
and in a silent protest against such
foolishness got up from the table aud
emptied them into the kitchen sink.
There's a place for everything" he
said when he came back. land the
place for flowers Is outdoors"
Then in the pine woods there would
be. she was ure. Star Of Bethlehem.
SOlomOn's Seal. the white spray of
ground nuts and bunch berries. Per.
haps they could make a bouquet. and
Patty would take 1t across the fields to
Mrs. Boynton's door. She need NOT 20
in. and thus they would not be dis
Obeying their fathers command not to
visit that "crazy Boynton woman"
Here Patty came in with Il painful
of green's, and the sisters sat down in
the sunny window to get them ready
for the pot.
I'm calmer.' the little rebel allow
ed. THAT'S generally the way it turns
out with me. | get into Il rage. but
can generally sing it off"
"iou certainly must have got rid Of
a good deal of temper this morning by
the way your voice sounded"
"NobOdy can hear us in this out of
the way place. It's easy enough to
see that the wOmpn weren't asked to
say anything when the men settled
where the houses should be built. The
mtn weren't content to stick them on
the top of Il high hill or half Il mile
from the stores. but put them back to
the main road, taking due care to cut
the sink window where their wives
couldn't see anything, wen when they
were washing dishes"
Il don't know that | ever thought
about it in that way" And Waitstill
looked Out of the window in Il brown
study. while her hands worked with
the dandeliOn greens. I've noticed it.
but | never supposed the men did it
Intentionally"
the pessimism of Il wOman of ninety,
as she stole an admiring glance at her
sister. Patty's own face. irregular,
piquant, tantalizing, had it's peculiar
charm. and her brilliant skin and hair
so daZZled the masculine beholder that
he took note of no small defects. But
Waitstill was beautiful-beautiful even
in her working dress of purple calico.
Her single braid of hair. the Foxwell
hair, that in her was bronze and in
Patty pale auburn, was wound once
around her fine head and made to
stand a little as it went across the
front. 1t was a simple. easy. uncon-
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. 1t
looked like a cOrOnet. but it "a 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 We're as clear
as mountain pools shaded by rushes.
and the strength Of the face was sof-
tened by the sweetness of the mouth.
ACNS bSC IL SohN OIo dLlOh uiC
out for many seconds at d time. and
now she began again: My sudden
RACES don't match my name very well;
but. of course. mother didn't know
how l was going to turn out when she
called me Patience. for l was nothing
but a squirming little bald. red baby.
But my name really is too ridiculous
when you think about it,"
Waitstill laughed as she said: 1T
didn't take you long to change it. Per-
haps Patience was a hard word for a
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,' vet you
never stop a moment. When you're
not in the shed or barn or chicken
house or kitchen or attic or garden
patch you are working in the Sunday
school or the choir"
1t seemed as If Waitstill did not in
tend to answer this arraignment Of
her activities. She rose and crossed
the room to put the pan Of greens in
the sink, preparing to wash them.
Taking the long handled dipper from
the nail, she paused = moment before
plunging it into the water pail; paused,
and leaning her elbow on a corner of
the shelf over the sink. looked stead
tasty out into the orchard.
Patty watched her curiOusly and was
just going to offer a penny for her
thoughts when Waftstill suddenly
broke the brief silence by saying:
Yes, l am always busy It's better
50. but all the same. Patty. I'm wait
ing-inside! ! don't know for what,
but I always feel that l am waiting!"
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