Bonners Ferry herald. [volume] (Bonners Ferry, Idaho) 1904-current, 1915-03-19

I've brought yer ter this pass. Lemme
bear the brunt o IT,"
All, the greatest good of all had not
vanished. and that was the love they
bore one to the other. The sunshine
came flooding back into mothers
heart. She lifted her face, beautiful.
rosy, eternally young. This was the
man for whom she had gladly rieked
want and poverty, the displeasure of
her own people, almost half century
ago. Now at last she could point him
out to all her little world and say.
See, be gives me the red side of the
applet" She lifted her eyes, two
bright sapphires swimming with the
diamond dew of unshed. happy tears.
I'm a-thinkin'. father" she twit-
tered, that naow me an yew be
a-gwine so fur apart, we be a-gittin'
closer tergether In speret than We've
ever been afore."
Abe bent down stiffly to brush her
cheek with his rough beard, and then,
awkward, as when a boy of sixteen he
had first kissed her, shy, ashamed at
lhiS dppiOdCH W d return VI INC Oiu-
time love making, he seated himself
at the small, bare table.
This warped. hilland-dale table of
the drop-leaves, which had been
brought from the attic only today
after resting there for ten years. had
served as their first dining-table when
the honeymoon was young. Abe
thoughtfplly drummed his hand on the
board. and as Angy brought the tea
pot and sat down opposite him, he
recalled
I'VE had bread an tea an apple
sass the day we set up housekeepin' A.,
dew yew remember. Angy?"
AN ! burned the apple sass" she
supplemented, whereupon Abe chuck
led, and Angy went on with thrill
of genuine gladness over the fact that
he remembered the details of that
| long-ago honeymoon as well as she
'Yew don't mind havin' no butter to-
night, dew yer, father?"
He recalled how he had said to her
at that first simple home meal: "Yew
don't mind bein poor with me, dew
yer, Angy?" Now, with a silent shake
of his head, he stared at her, wonder
ing how it would seem to eat at table
when her face no longer looked at
him across the board, to sleep at night
when her faithful hand no longer lay
within reach of his own. She lifted
her teacup, he lifted his, the two gaz
ing at each other over the brims, both
half-distressed, half-comforted by the
fact that love still remained theiI
POSTMASTER after the passing of al
the years. OF a sudden Angy ex
claimed, I'VE forgot ter say grace
Shocked and contrite, they covered
their eyes with their trembling ole
hands and murmured together: "Deal
Lord, we thank thee this day for oul
daily bread"
Angy opened her eyes to find the rec
roses cheerfully facing her from tn,
back of the rocking chair. A robiI
had hoped upon the window sill jus
outside the patched and rusty screer
and was joyfully caroling to her hi
views of life. Through the window
vines in which the bird was almos
meshed the sunlight sifted softly int
the stripped, bare and lonely room
Angy felt strangely encouraged ant
comforted. The roses became sym
bolical to her of the lilies of the feel,
which toll not, neither do they spin;
the robin was one of the two spar
rows sold for farthing, and one o
them shall not fall to the ground with
out your Father" while the sunligh
seemed to call out to the little oil,
lady who hoped and believed an,
loved much: Fear ye not therefore
Ye are OF more value than man,
sparrows!"
CHAPTER II.