The Mobridge news. [volume] (Mobridge, Walworth Co., S.D.) 190?-1917, 1914-05-15

cause Of that that he was little better
than a beggar, and | said those hor-
rible things" Again she bent her
| eyes, rereading the sentences: Took
his ~detractors by surprise " :
had just sustained a gwrilling at the
hands of the states examiner which
might we'll have dried at their fount
the springs of sympathy"
She crushed up the paper in her
hand and rested her forehead on the
wet rail. Idiotically rich-a vandal-
a useless, purse-proud tianeur. She
had called him all that! She could
still see the paleness Of his look as
she had said it.
Shirley, oyerexcited as she still was.
felt the sobs returning. These, how
ever, did not last long and in a mo-
ment she found herself smiling again.
saved him, too! When she whispered
this over to herself it still thrilled and
startled her. She folded the paper
and fastened on under the cherry
trees.
Emmaline, the negro maid was wait
ing a%nXiously on the porch. She was
thin to spareness, with a face as
brown as q tobacco leaf, restless black
eyes and wool neatly pinned and set
off by an amber comb.
Honey" called Emmaline, Use
been fearin' TO yo' wild all that light
min r'arin' eroun'. Yo' got tn Jess
mine? Give EN- to Em'line. She'll fix
EN- all nice, tes' how Mis- Judith like"
All right, Emmaline," replied Shir-
ley. And III go and dress. Has
mother missed me?'
Nom. She ain lef' huh room this
whole blessed day Now yo'. barth's
all ready-all 'cep'n tn hot watah,
en- | SEN Ranston with that tn fus'
thing. Yo' hurry en- peel them wet
close off yo'se'f, or yo' have n o
them digested chills."
Her young mistress flown and the
hot water despatched, the negro wom-
an spread a cloth on the floor and
began to cut and dress the long stalks
of the flowers. This done she fetched
bowls and vases, and set the pearly-
white clumps here and thereon the
dining-room sideboard, the hall man
tel and the desk of the living-roOm-
till the delicate fragrance filled the
house, quite vanQuishing the rose
scent from the arbors.
AS the trim cOlOred m moved
lightly about in the growing dusk,
with the low click of glass and muf-
fled clash of silver, the light tat-tat OF
a cane sounded. and she ran to the
hall. where Mrs. cambridge was de-
scending the stairway, one slim white
hand holding the banister. under the
| edge of a white silk shawl which
dropped its heavy fringes to her daint-
ily-shod feet. On the lower step she
halted, looking smilingly about at the
blossominC bowls.
Don they smell up tn whole
house?" said Emmaline. Il know'd
y'o be pleas, Mis- Judith. Now put
yo' han on nah shouldah en- III take
yo' to yo' big chain
They crossed the hall, the dusky
form bending to the fragile pressure of
! the fingers. Now heah's yo' cha'h.
Ranston he made up a little fab jes'
to take tn damp out, Ell tn big lamps
lit, en- Miss Shirley'll be down right
quick"
A moment later, in fact, Shirley de-
seconded the stair, in a tilmy gown OF
India-muslin, with a narrow betting OF
gold. against whose flowing sleeves
her bare arms showed with a flushed
pinkness the hue Of the pale cora
beads about her neck. The damp
newspaper was in her hand.
At her step her mother turned her
head: she was listening intently to
voices that came from the gardens
child's shrill treble opposing Ran
ston's stentorian grumble.