News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1914-02-04

down to a supper OF ham and eggs
and apple sauce, and yell for more.
They fused some still about sleep
ing with the windows open, especially
| the bald-headed men.
Mr.. Won invalid was still there and
| not troubling himself to be agreeable
| to any but the Jennings family. He
and Mr.. Pierce carefully avoided each
other, but knew we'll enough that only
policy kept them apart. Both of them,
you see, were working for something.
Miss Cobb came to the springhouse
early Friday morning, and from the
way she came in and shut the door l
knew she had something on her mind.
She walked over to where was pol
ishing the brass railing around the
spring-it had been the habit of years,
and not easy to break-and stood look
ing at me and breathing hard.
Minnie" she exclaimed, 81 have
found the theft"
Lord have mercy!" | said, and
dropped the brass polish.
Il have found the thief" she repeat
ed firmly. Minnie, our sins always
find us out"
II guess they do" said shakily,
and sat down on the steps to the
spring. ooh, Miss Cobb, if only he
would use little bit of sense!"
''He?" she said. HE nothing! It's
that Summers woman I'm talking
about, Minnie. 1 knew that woman
wasn't what she ought to be the min
ute l set eyes on her."
"The Summers woman!" I repeated.
Miss Cobb leaned over the railing
and shook finger in my face.
The Summers woman" she said.
Zone Of the chambermaids found my
my protectors hanging in the crea-
lures closet!"
/ couldn't speak. There had been
so much happening that I'd clean for
gotten Miss Cobb and her wooden
tights. And now to have them come
back like this and hang themselves
around my neck, SO to spsak-it was
too nlneh.
"Per-perhaps they're hers" I said
weakly after a minute.
"StHff and nonsen5ei" declared Miss |
Cobb. Don't you think l know my |
own, with L. G. in white cotton on the /
band, and my own darning in the knee |
where I slipped on the ice? And more |
than that, Minnie, where those tights |
are, my letters are!"
I glanced at the pantry, where her
letters were hidden on the upper shelf. t
The door was closed.
"But-but what would she want
with the letters?" l asked, with my
teeth fairly hitting together. Miss
Cobb pushed her forefnger into my
shoulder.
ITO blackmail me-" she sahd in a
tragic voice, "or perhaps to publish.
I've often thought of that myself
they're SO beautiful. Letters from q
life insurance agent to his lady-love-
you know, and alliterative.
AS for that woman-!"
What woman!" said Miss Sum-
mers' voice from behind us. We
Jumped and turned. Il always save
myself trouble, so if by any chance
you are discussing me"
"As it happens" Miss Cobb said
glancing at her, 81 was discussing
you"
"Fine!" said Miss Julia. 81 love to
talk about myself"
81 doubt if it's an edifying subject"
Miss Cobb snapped.
Miss Julia looked at her and smiled.
Perhaps not" she said, "but inter-
esting. Don't put yourself out to be
friendly to me, Miss Cobb if you don't
'eel like it."
Are you going to return my let
?" Miss Cobb demanded.
your letters?"
MY letters-that you took out of my
'oom!"
Look here" Miss Julia said, still
n a good humor, don't you suppose
we got letters of my own, without 4
,othering with another womans?"
(TO Be Continued)
Impure blood runs yon down-makes