The citizen. [volume] (Berea, Ky.) 1899-1958, 1915-04-08

shall snap his head OF every time he
speaks to me-"
so I would" waitstill answered
somposedly. Everything Is 80 clear
b his fault that certainly would WORK
on my temper on Cephasl Still, I can
think OF way to make matters come
out right. I've got a great basket OK
mending that must be done, and you
remember there's a choir rehearsal for
the new anthem this afternoon. but
anyway I can help little on the clean
Ing. Then you can make Rodman do a
few Of the odd jobs; 1t win be a nov
city to him. And Cephas will work
his fingers to the bone for you. as you
well know. IL you treat him like hu-
man being"
"All right cried Patty joyously, her
mood changing In an instant. There's
Rod coming over the bridge now. Toss
me my Bingham apron and the scrub
bling brush and the pail and the tin OF
soap and the cleaning cloths. Let's
see. The broom's down there, so I've
got everything. II l wave a towel
from the store pack up luncheon for
three. You come down. and bring
your mending. Then when you see
how I'm getting on we can consult.
I'm going to take the 10 cents I've
saved and spend II In raisins. I can
get a good many II Cephas gives me
, wholesale price. with family discount
subtracted from that. Cephas would
treat me to candy In a minute. but II
let him we'd have to ask him to the
picnic. Goodbye And the volatile
creature darted down the hill singing
'There'll be something in heaven for
children to do" at the top of her
healthy young lungs.
The waving signal a little later on
showed that Rodman could go to the
picnic. the fact being that he was hav-
ing a holiday from IL o'clock until 2,
and Ivory was going to drive to the
bridge at noon anyway. so his permits
sion could then be asked.
Patty's mind might have been
thought entirely on her ugly task as
she swept and busted and scrubbed
that morning. but the reverse was
true. Mark Wilson had gone away
without saying goodby to her. This
was not surprising perhaps. as she was
about as much sequestered In her hill
top prison as a Turkish beauty In a
harem. Neither was 1t astonishing
that Mark did not write to her. He
never had written TO her. and as her
father always brought home the very
lnfrequent letters that came to the
family Mark knew that any senti-
mental correspondence would be
fraught with danger. No. everything
was probably just as IL should be, and
yet-well, Patty had expected during
the last three weeks that something
would happen TO break up the monoto-
ny OF her former existence. She hard
ly knew what ii would be. but the kiss
dropped so lightly ON her cheek by
Mark Wilson still burned in remem-
brance and made her sure that ii would
have a sequel or an explanation.
Marks sister Ellen and Phil Perry
were In the midst OF some form OF
lovers quarrel. and during its progress
Phil was paying considerable attention
to Patty at Sabbath school and prayer
meeting, occasions. 1t must be confess
ed. only provocative of very indirect
and long distance advances. Cephas
Cole, TO the amazement of every one
but his (constitutionallyl exasperated
mother, was 'tOning down" the ell OF
the family mansion. mitigating the
lively yellow and putting another fresh
coat Of paint on 1t. for no conceivable
reason save that of pleasing the eye
Of a certain capricious, ungrateful
young hussy, who would probably say,
when her verdict was asked, that she
iidn't see any particular difference in !
II one way or another. !
Trade was not especially brisk at /
the deacOn's emporium this sunny |
June Saturday morning Cephas may |
nave possibly lost a customer or two
by leaving the store vacant while he
tOiled and sweated for Miss Patience
Baxter In the stOckroom at the back,
Dyerhanging the river. but no man
alive could see his employers lovely
laughter Juggling at keg OF single
nails without trying TO save her from
a broken bac&, although Cephas could
have watched his mother move the
house and barn without feeling the
slightest anxiety In her behalf, II he
could ever get the theft" Of the dog
soned" cleaning out OF the way so that
Patty's mind could be free TO enter
min his proposition; could ever secure
)De precious moment OF silence when
she was not Stating and banging. push
ng aud pulling things about. her head
Ind ears out OF sight under a shelf
and an Irritating air OF absorption
about her whole demeanor; II that mo-