Clearwater Republican. [volume] (Orofino, Idaho) 1912-1922, 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 risked
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, he 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 stifiy to brush her
cheek with his rough beard, and then,
awkward, as when boy of sixteen he
had first kissed her, shy, ashamed at
this approach to return of the old
time love making, he seated himself
at the small, bare table
This warped, hill-and-dale table of
the dropleaves, 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
thOughtfully 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
| dew yew remember Angy?"
An l 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 we'll as she:
"Yew don't mind havin' no butter to
night, dew yer, father?"
He recalled how he had said to hel
at that first simple home meal: "Yev
don't mind bein' poor with me, dew
yer, Angy?" Now, with 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 a.
him across the board, to sleep at nigh
when her faithful hand no longer la!
within reach of his own. She lifted
her teacup, he lifted his. the two gaz
ing at each other over the brims, boil
half-distressed, half-comforted by thu
fact that love still remained thei
POSTMASTER after the passing of al
the years. OF sudden Angy ex
claimed, I'VE forgot ter say grace.
Shocked and contrite, they covered
their eyes with their trembling oil
hands and murmured together: "Dea
Lord, we thank thee this day for GU
daily bread"
Angy opened her eyes to find the re-
roses cheerfully facing her from tn
back of the rocking chair. A robi
had hoped upon the window sill jus
outside the patched and rusty scree
and was joyfully caroling to her hi
views of life. Through the windoV
vines in which the bird was almos
J meshed the sunlight sifted softly int
the stripped, bare and lonely room
Angy felt strangely encouraged an
comforted. The roses became syn
J bolical to her of the titles Of the feel
which toll not, neither do they spin |;
the robin was one of the two spa
rows sold for farthing, and one {
} them shall not fall to the ground will
out your Father" while the sunligt
! seemed to call out to the little oil
lady who hoped and believed an
} loved much: Fear ye not therefor
) Ye are of more value than man
sparrows!"