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

At such times Miss 10 would always
gwoop down with her grenadter stride
and catch the young intruder. and al
low. grfmly that You amt got no
remember to nail up them boards. but
now you are here you may as wen
stay and help me do my weedin' to
pay for II"
And always-just before mummy
was due to wake up and come out IN
to the garden Miss Tapscott would
bundle boy and kitten back through
the zap and ungraciously submit to q
parting kiss as she ordered the child
to BE OF now about your own bust-
ness. And don't you dare ever come
I'm here unless it's to pick up wind
falls. I'm Roin' to nail up this hole
soon's ever I Kin get time to remem-
Der It'll really am"
But. although June passed and July
came and deepened and August drew
near her memory never appeared to
jog her with regard to that particular
piece of mending. and the gap was
still nnclosed
But, moro wonderful than this. the
windfalls continued without the
slightest intermission. no matter what
the state Of the weather overnight
might be: and when the cherry season
was over these marvellous trees
dropped apples or plums or peaches.
as the mood seized them. with dar-
ing defiance of nature which could
have deceived no one but child.
BY the time September with it's
Rrape-scented air. filed Miss JOS gar
den with RATS Of white and red and
purple china asters. Wally boys visits
beginning with one per diem, and
growing thence to two. had increased
to threeSone IN the morning. one d.
rectly after noon. and the third just
before twilight came-for "mummy's"
headaches had increased in frequency.
of her time in sleeping these days.
81 amt no patience with her. loIlin'
around and lettin' you take keer of
yourself" commented Miss 10 one day
when the child came toddling up the
orchard walk with his pinafore awry.
his hair. at skies and sevens. and the
cheek against which he held the kit
ten all smudged with blackberry
stains.
Agreement or no agreement. I'm /.
gofn' round to give that woman a
piece OF my mind. It's puffickly scan
dalous the way she lets you go. A
needs, and she's goin' to get It, too. or
I'm Dutchman.
In this manner the spinster dis
coursed as she set to and made the
child little more presentable; and.
this done, she marched down the or
chard and through the gap, and, with
hre In her eye, bore down on the
porch where Mrs. Thorburn slept in a
deep old rocking chair, with her thin
hands loosely folded and bunch OF
roses in her lap.
She awoke at the sound Of Miss JOS
coming, and looked up with her great
hollow-ringed eyes and her faded and
wasted face; and at sight of her all
the Ares OF resentment died out of the
spinster's breast and great pity-a
great fear-dlled 1t instead.
"For heavens sake, child. why didn't
you let me know you was sa bad as
this?" she exclaimed contritely- What
on earth be you settin' out here for.
in your state of health? MY goodnessi
you look as though you was on the
pint OF givin' up the ghost"
ct sometimes think am" said Mrs.
Thorburn pathetically. II don't think
I'd mind n-if 1t were not for my
baby. miss Walter 50 muchi I've
massed him every day since we were
divided"
''Missed fiddlesticksi" shifted Miss
10 contemptuously. There never was
n man yet that was wuth a woman
a-dyin' for. What you want more'n
all the Walters that ever hampered up
the world is mustard plaster. bed
and a bowl of hot Cruel; and I'm gotn'
to give 'em to you, too. Ughi"-with
q sudden shudder Of repulsion-