The citizen. [volume] (Berea, Ky.) 1899-1958, 1915-07-01

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u | were going to bury your father
and ] want TO be alone"
New England's annual pageant OF
autumn was being unfolded day by
day In all its accustomed splendor. and
the feast and riot OF color. the almost
unimaglnable glory. was the common
property OF the whole countryside. rich
and poor, TO be shared alike n per.
chance all eyes were equally alive to
the wonder and the beauty.
Waitstlll Baxter went rs often as
she could To- the Roynton farm. though
never when Ivory was nj home. and
the affection between the younger aud
the older woman grew closer and
closer, so that u almost broke Wait
ture when her presence seemed To
bring such complete peace and JOY
NO one ever chung To- mo 80 before"
she often thought NJ she was hurryinr
across the fields after one OF her half
hour visits. But the end must come
before long Ivory does not realize II
vet. nor Roiman. but u seems M II sh,
rould never survive the Tong winter
Thanksgiving day Is drawing nearer
and nearer. and how little am able
to do for a single creature TO prove to
God that ] am grateful for my exist
ence! could. II only ! were free.
mn ta 40 f.r Dat
Mark and their young friends. Oh.
what Joy u father were n man who
would let me set a bountiful table In
our great kitchen: would sit mt the
head and say grace and we could bow
our heads over the cloth. united fam
lily. or II had done my duty In my
home and could go TO that other. where
l am so needed-go with my fathers
blessing! All the woman In me Is
wasting. wasting. oh. my dear. dear
man, how ] long for him. oh. my
own dear man. my helpmate. shall
ever live by his slider love him.
want him. ] need him! And my dear
little unmothered. unfathered boy. how
happy I could make him! How
should love TO cook and sew for them
all and wrap them in comfort! How
should love to smooth my dear moth
er's last days. for she In my mother in
spirit. In affection. In desire and In be-
ing Ivory'sr'
Waltstill's longing. her discourage
ment, her helplessness. overcame her
wholly. and she flung herself down
under tree in the pasture In a very
passion of sobblng. luxury In which
she could seldom afford TO Indulge her.
self. The luxury was short lived. for
In five minutes she heard Rodman's
voice. and heard him running to meet
her as he often did when she came to
their house or went away from Il. dog.
ging her footsteps or Patty's whenever
or wherever he could waylay them.
why. my dear. dear waity. did you
tumble and hurt yourselfT' the boy
cried
yes. dresdfully. but I'm better now.
30 walk along with me and tell me the
news. Rod"
There isn't much news. Ivory told
you Id left school and am studying
at homer He helps me evenings and
I'm way ahead Of the class"
"No, Ivory didn't tell me. I haven't
seen him lately"
II said II the big brother kept school
the little brother ought to keep house"
laughed the boy. He says can hire
out as a cook pretty soon! Aunt Boyn
tons most always up TO get dinner
and supper. but ! can make lots OF
things now-things that Aunt Boyn
ton can eat too"
"Oh. ] cannot bear TO have you and
Ivory cooking for yourselves exclaim.
ed Waitstill. the tears starting again
from her eyes. II must come over the
next time when you are at home. Rod
and ! can help you make something
nice for supper"
Eve get along pretty WELL" said
Rodman contentedly. II love book
learning like Ivory. and I'm going to
DO a scboolmaster or a preacher when
lyory's hwyer. Do you think Pat.
" d like a schoolmaster or a preach.
Or best. and do you think I'D be too
young to marry her by and by. II she
would wait for meT
II didn't think you had any Idea OF
Patty" laughed Waitstill
through her tears. lis this something
lewT
Its not exactly new" said Rod.
Jumping along like a squirrel In the
path. Nobody could look at Patty
and not think about marrying her.
I'd love to marry you. too. but you're
100 big and grand for a boy. or
course I'm not going to ask Patty yet
Ivory said once you should never ask