Cut Bank pioneer press. [volume] (Cut Bank, Mont.) 1909-current, 1915-04-30

Sarah Jane.
Abe could not help It. He sputtered
Even Miss Abigail's, "Yew we're
stranger an we took yew In" did no
sober him.
Eff any one O. my husbands hat
acted the way you've acted. ABB
Rose" began Mrs. Roman.
Poor leetle Angy." broke In thu
gentle Miss Ellie pityingly. "she must
a lost six pounds"
Abraham's mobile face clouded over
"Angyf" he faltered. "Yew dont
mean that Amy" Silence again fell
on the group, while every glance was
fastened on Abraham. "See here" he
! flashed his faded blue eye. "Angy's
got more sense than that"
No one answered, but there was 9
significant struggling of shoulders and
lifting of eyebrows. Abraham was
distressed and concerned enough now
Rising from his place he besought the
sisters:
"Yew don't think Angy's feelin's
have been hurt-dew yew, gals@
Their faces ~softened, their figures
relaxed, the tide of feeling changed in
Abraham's favor. Miss Ellie spoke
very softly:
"Yew know that even the Lord thy
God is a Jealous Cod"
Abraham grasped the back of his
chair for support, his figure growing
limp with establishment. Mother,
jealous of me% he whispered to him
self. the memory of all the years and
all the great happenings of all the
years coming back to him. Mother
jealous of me?" He remembered how
he had once been tormented by
jealousy in the long, the ~ever-so-long
ago. and of a sudden he fastened into
the hall and went h%alf-running up the
stairs. He took hold of the latch Of his
bedroom door. 1t did not open. The
door was locked.
"Angy!" he called, a fear Of he knew
not what gripping at his heart.
"Angy!" he repeated as she did not
answer.
The little old wife had locked her
self In out of very shame of the rare
tears which had been brought to the
surface by the sisters cruel treatment
of Abraham. When she heard his call
she fastened to the blue wash-basin
and began hurriedly to dab her eyes.
He would be alarmed If he saw the
traces of her weeping. Whatever had
happened to him, for his sake she must
face it v~aliantly. He called again.
Again she did not answer, knowing
that her voice would be full of the tell
tale tears. Abe waited. He heard the
tramp of feet passing out Of the din
ing room into the hall. He heard
Blossy emerge from her room at the
end Of the passage and go tripping
down the stairs. The time to Angy,
guiltily bathing her face, was short;
the time to her anxious husband unac-
countably long. The sound of wheels
driving up to the front door came to
Abe's ears Still Angy made him no
response.
"Angy!" he raised his voice in pite-
u pleading. What mattered if the
sisters gathered in the lower hall
heard him? What mattered If the
chance guest who had just arrived
heard him also? He had his peace to
make with his wife and he would
make 1t. "Angy!"
She flung the door open hastily. The
signs of the tears had not been obliter-
ated, and her face was drawn and old.
Straightway she put her hand on his
arm and searched his face inquiringly.
What did the gals say ter yew?"
she whispered. ABE, yew made a mis-
take when yew picked out b."
Poor leetle mother!" he inter
rupted. Poor leetle mother!" a world
of remorseful pity in his tone. $50
yew been jealous of yer ole MANI"
Angelina. astonished and indignant,
withdrew her hand sharply, demand
ing to know II he. had lost his n
but the blinded old gentleman slipped
his arm around her and, bending,
brushed his lips against her cheek.
Thar, thar" he murmured sooth-
ingly, Il didn't mean no harm. l can't
help it eff all the gals git stuck on
mel"
Before Angy could make any reply,
Blossy called to the couple softly but
insistently from the foot Of the stairs;
and Angy, ~wrenching herself free,
fastened down the steps, for once in
her life glad to get away from Abe.
He lost no time in following. No mat.
ter where Angy went. he would follow
until all was well between her and him
again.
But what was this? At the landing,
Angy halted and so did Abe, for in the
center Of the sisters stood Blossy with
her Sunday bonnet perched on her sill.
ver-gold hair and her white India
shawl owe her shoulders, and beside
Blossy stood Capt. Samuel Darby with
a countenance exceedingly radiant
his hand clasped fast in that of the
aged beauty.
oh, hurry, Sister Angy and
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