Cut Bank pioneer press. [volume] (Cut Bank, Mont.) 1909-current, 1915-04-16

tering something ABOUT me peSky
annie hook" went scuf1ng across the
floor in the direction of the chimney
Blossy. however, called him back.
81 was crying, Brother Abe, because
the man l did take for a mate once
was not happy. and-and neither was
|. | was utterly wretched; so that
I've always felt | never cared to
marry again. And-Samuel's wig Is
always slipping down over one eye,
and | simply cannot endure that trick
he has of carrying his head to n
side, as If he had a left-handed spell
of the mumps. 1t nearly drives me
frantic.
Brother Abe, now tell me honestly:
do you think he would make a good
husband?"
Abe cleared his throat. Blossy was
In earnest. Blossy could not be
laughed at. She was his friend, and
Angy's friend; and she had come to
him as to q brother for advice. He,
too, had known Samuel as man to
man, which was more than any of
the sisters could say.
Stroking his beard thoughtfully,
therefore, he seated himself upon a
convenient wooden chest, while Blossy
slipped her old love letter in and out
of the envelope, with that essentially
feminine name of weighing and con
sidering.
"Naow," began Abe at length, this
is somep'n hat requires keerful de-
batin'. Fust off, haowsomever, yew
must remember that wigs an ways
never made a mar yit. Ez l ~riccolec'
Sam'l, he was pooty good ez men go.
l should say he wouldn't be any more
of a risk tew yew than l was tew
Angy; mebbe less. He's got quite a
leetle laid by, l understand, an a
tidy story-an'-a-half house, an front
stoop, an, by golly, can't he cook!
He's a splendid housekeeper."
"Housewifery," remarked Blossy
sagely, as she began to gather her mis-.
sives together, lis an accomplishment
to be scorned in a young husband, but
not in an old one. They say there
hasn't been a woman inside Samuel's
house since he built it, but it's as
clean as soap and sand a make It."
Il bet YER" agreed Abe. "Hain't
never been no fly inside it, neither. 1
warrant yer. Fly can't light arter
Saml's cleanin' up nohaow; he's got
ter skate"
He says he built that little house
for me-" said the old lady, as she
closed down the lid of the trunk. There
was a wistful note in Blossy's voice.
which made Abraham declare with a
burst of sympathy:
""Tain't nc disgrace ter git married
at no time of life. SamT's a good per
wider; why don't yew snap him up
terday? Well miss yew a lot; but"
Here's the apple picker right over
your head" interrupted Blossy tartly,
and Abe felt himself peremptorily dis.
missed.
Scarcely had he left the attic, how
ever than she, too, fastened down the
steep, narrow stairs. She spent the
remaining hours before train time in
donning her beautiful lace gown, and
in making the woman within 1t as
young and ravishing as possible. And
lovely, indeed, Blossy looked this day,
with a natural flush of excitement on
her cheek, a new sparkle in her bright,
dark eyes, and with her white hair ar
ranged In a fashion which might have
excited a young girls envy.
The hour for the train came and
went, and, 10! for the first time In the
history of twenty years Captain Darby
did not appear.
Blossy pretended to be relieved, pro-
testing that she was delighted to find
that she would now have an extra
hour in which to ponder the question.
But the second train came and went,
and still no Captain Darby.
All the afternoon long Blossy wore
her lace gown, thinking although there
were no more trains from the east
ward that day, that Samuel would still
find his way to her. He might drive,
as he usually did In June, or he might
ever walk from his home at Twin
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