The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1915-07-24

what on earth LIST 80 my skirt l
never see SIGH q persexertn' little Imp
In all my born days The way your
mothers brung you mp 10 somethtn'
scandalous."
''Dit appl- reiterated the laughing
child I'm doin' TO divine You to BAN
bury Cwoss to see the hole In the
fence. Dit appi It's forfeit and IL
you don't pay forfeit you has to div
200 kisses and cawwy me up to bed
in your arms. you know: same as
mummy"
Good landlr exclaimed Miss 10 In
dismay. at never see SIGH a child.
There amt no shakin' You on nor git
tin rid of you nohow; you list poster
and poster until q body has to give In.
Where's the hole In the fence3 o.
down that way is it? Well. come on.
then. and be done with it,
From the first It had been Miss Tap
SCOTS nrm determination TO put the
child on the other side of the fence
and to nail up the boards as soon as
the breach was pointed out to her;
but, oddly enough. when they came 10
It at last her whole attention seemed
to be claimed by the large quantity OF
cherries which the storm had stripped
from the trees. and which now lay
scattered thfckly on the close-cropped
grass.
fruit to go to waste" unused she.
:" 'Tain't hurt BIT. and It'll make
beautiful cherry pies. Be you fono
of cherry pie. babbyf"
40, I love It'll And SO does mum
my.
to my backdoor and fetch back that
little wicker basket you'll see settin'
on the winder ledge. and wen pick
these cherries up and you kin take
them In to your ma when you go. HUI
ry up now-I've got my gerantum beds
to attend to quick's ever kin get
back to EN-"
But even then the gap in the fence
still remained Enclosed: for the un-
tidy state of the grass under the trees
where the fallen leaves and the broken
twigs lay appealed to Miss JOS love OF
neatness. and she and the child busted
themselves In collecting them ana
bearing them away to the rubbish
heap.
It was while they were in the midst
of this operation that an anxious
voice sounded. and a pale fien.eneeo 30
little woman appeared at the gap In
90. Wally boy. how you frightened
me. dear!-I woke mp and couldn't
And him anywhere, Miss Tapscott.
Come back, dearie.> You mustn't go in
there mummy promised that you
wouldn't. Please forgive him. Miss
Tapscott; I'll see that it never occurs
again"
20. he amt hurtin' nothin'. and he's
sort of been company" admitted Miss
10 grimly. "IIl allow it's ag'in reg
ulations, but guess It won't Kill mo-
body for once. The storm blew down
the fence, and his kitten ran In here.
I've give him some cherries to make
a pie OF. He says him and you likes
cherry pie, and-weH. there's more
fruit than ] kin use anyway, 50 you're
welcome to 1t"
OF you.-Come, wally dear.-Cant we
send you some of our roses in return,
Miss Tapscott? They are in the very
perfection OF bloom"
1--WE told you once hate rosesi"
snapped Miss Jo resentfully. MY
breads In the oven, and amt got
no time to talk. Good morning"
The gap In the fence was not mend
ed that day, nor yet the next. nor the
next again; and, although no storm
came to strip the cherry trees OF their
scarlet treasure. each morning unfadl-
inRly there was scattered mass of
"windfallS'' lying on the grass beneath
the trees at one particular spot-an
utterly irresistible temptation to the
lonely little figure that went past the
gap In the fence at the hour when
mummy slept, and her head was
bad" and wally boy and kitty" were
left to entertain each other In the gar
den.