The Hope pioneer. [volume] (Hope, N.D.) 1882-1964, 1915-02-25
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The great singer was sspendthg Nor
short vacation la an unusual way.
dt might be said also that 1T had been;
none Of hef own choosins. what did
ahe know Of baby food, 81 msnding
holes In Johnnie,a stockfngss Is III a;
bnckWheat cakesl Howsdidsshe knSWs
how many days NosaieS shouldSwear5
the same petticoat?
The whole three were An. bed now.
and the great singer relaxed Iuxru.
riously. She knew nd one liz tie
town, so there was little danger q
callers. 81
Her thoughts were as busy .ass the
fingers Of the little maid or all work.
now doing dishes audibly In the
kitchen. She was thinking how odd
It was for her to be there at an
"a telegram had been responsible
Sister Jane and her husband William
had been called away by trouble IN
Williams family. There had zbsensno
one else to ask to look after the chill
,dren. She had never even seen the
baby!
Steps suddenly sounded on the
little front porch like 80 many bangs
on q bass drum. Title, out In the
kitchen, heardsand was at the door
before her temporary mistress could
stop her.
Is this where Miss Farrell Is .stayy-
tng?" asked a an,ssvoice.
Joel! exclaimed Miss Farrell i'm
patiently. VIII he never learn that
there isn't q bit Of use in chasing
after me; wherever kgossn
Joe stamped .off the snow noisily
and came inside. He came In big.
glowing and clumsy. The little room
seemed full before he: got farther than
the doorway. Peggy. in her chair be.
fore the fire, half turned-just enough
for him to see the, toploftical express.
sion. !.
Peggy!"sh he exclaimed delightedly.
coming forward.
Good evening, Joe" evenly. "You-
chose q nice night to come so far.
Won't you SIT down..
Joe4sat down ON the other sidesof
the fireplace. you look lawfully
sweet, Peggy. Aren't you glad to see
me??"
"No!"deliberately.
II wouldn't have come-only 81
thought Of something afterlafter
we'd been talking the other night"
She didn't answer.
"You see. shifting uneasily. ..If q
would marry. me, you could go ahead
with your singing Just the same as
ever: You could Sing just as well az
Margaret Farrell sturtevant, as YOU
can as Margaret Farrell. Now,
couldn't you? That wouldn't be- in.
terfertng with your career, wouldn't.
and, Peggy. you used to care ailittle
for me!n
She watched the fire minute. re.
lenting. TITS hard to be cross With
you, Joe. You just won't let people.
will you? I'm going to be extra nice
now and explain.
You see. Joe, your plan won't work
for a hundred reasons. You love q
home. You're q regular home man
If there ever was one. / can'tsmake
q home. 1t isn't in me. / hate every
thing about q house. I love my music
better than anything on earth, andsI
can't give 1t up
What she really meant. was that the
intoxtcation of public homage was az
sensation she would not care to re.
nounce.
All right. my girl, you're the doc.
tori" Joe got up and looked, at his
watch. Il didn't suppose II was much
use, but 1 thought I'd make one more
try. I won't bother you again, ever:
Goodnight. Peggy. I've Just time for
my train"
He was gone! Peggy turned ont
the light and sat watching the fire.
= guess I'll get the baby her bottle
and go to bed" she yawned..
a week passed. Peggy was getting
expert On mending knGeeless stockings.
sorting clothes and bathing babies. It
never seemed to: be Another any more.
Then n night the baby got sick, very
sick.
The doctor and trained nurse hast
lily summoned took 1t philosophically,
saying there was an equal chance Of
life and death, But Peggy a poor,
white. stricken thing, never leaving
the side OF the little crib. thought the
world was ending.
Morning brought q change. for the
better. The baby would live! Peg
.gy slipped silently away to her room
and sat thinking in the cold, wintry
dawn.
Mr.. Joseph .stnrteyant was Just set
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