The citizen. [volume] (Berea, Ky.) 1899-1958, 1915-05-20
CHAPTER XIII.
P HAD n daughter once" she said.
MY second baby was girl, but
shn lirnd nnlN a fnN wnpks

HAD uhugHteT once, sue sulu
My second baby was girl. but
she lived only few weeks.
need her very much. for am u
great care to Ivory lie is son and
daughter both. now that Mr.. Boynton
is away from home. You did not see
any one I'm the road MS you turned In
from the bars. | suppuseT'
NO" answered WaitStill, surprised
and confused. but | didn't really no
tice. was thinking OF II cool place
for my horse to staI.d"
IL sit out here in these warm after
Moons" Mrs. Boyutou continued. shad
Ing her eyes and looking TcrUss the
fields "because can see SO far down
the lane. ] have the supper table SET
for my husband already, and there T.
surprise for him. Il saucer of wild
strawberries ! picked for him this
morning II he does not come ! al
ways take away the plate and cup be
fore Ivory gets here. II seems to make
him unhappy"
lie doesn't like il when you are
disappointed, ! suppose" Waitstill ven
tured IL have brought my knitting,
Mrs BoyntOn. so that ! needn't keep
you idle If you wish TO work May
sit down few minutes? And here is
a cottage cheese for Ivory and Roo
man and a jar of plums for you pre-
served from my own garden"
Mrs. BOynton's eyes searched the
face of this visitor from world she
had almost forgotten and, finding moth
ing but tenderness there. said. with
just a trace OF bewilderment: Thank
you. Yes, do sit down My work
basket Is Just inside the door Take
that rocking chair ! don't have an
other one out here because ! have
never been In the habit OF seeing visi
tors"
Il hope ! am not iutruding." STAN
mered Waitstill. seating herself and
beginning her knitting TO see II II
would lessen the sense OF strain be-
tween them.
Not at all. ! always loved young
and beautiful people. and 90 did my
husband II he comes while you are
here do not 60 away. but sit with him
while I get his supper. II Elder
Cochrans should be with him you
would see two wonderful men. They
went away together to do some mis-
sionary work In Maine and New
Hampshire, and perhaps they will
come back together. l do not welcome
callers because they always ask 90
many diff1cult questions. but you are
different and have asked me none at
all"
II should not think of asking Ques-
lions. Mrs. Boynton"
"Not that I should mind answering
them" continued Ivory's mother, Tex
cept that 1t tires my head very much
to think You must not imagine I am
Ill; 1t Is only that ! have a very bad
memory. and when people ask me to
remember something or to give an an
swer quickly 1t confuses me the more.
Even now have forgotten why you
came and where you live. but I have
not forgotten your beautiful name"
Ivory thought you might be lonely,
and l wanted 80 much 20 know you
that could not keep a way any longer,
for l am lonely and unhappy too.
am always watching and hoping for
what has never come yet I have no
mother. you have lost your daughter:
! thought thought-perhaps we could
be a comfort to each other" And
Waitstill rose from her chair and put
out her hand to help Mrs Boynton
down the steps, she looked so frail. so
transparent, so prematurely aged II
could not come very often. but II l
could only smooth your hair sometimes
when your head aches or do some
cooking for you or read to you or any
little thing like that as would for my
own mother. II could, should be 30
giadr'
Waitstill stood a bead higher than
Ivory's mother. and the glowing health
OF her, the steadiness of her voice. the
warmth OF her handclasp must have
made her seem like a strong refuge to
furrow between Lois Boynton's eyes
relaxed a tribe, the blood In her veins
ran a little more swiftly under the
touch OF the young hand that held hers
60 closely. Suddenly a light came into
her face and her lip quivered-
Perhaps ! have been remembering
wrong all these year," she said. 1t
u my great trouble. remembering
wrong. Perhaps my baby did not die
a. I thought; perhaps she lived and
grew up: perhaps" pale check
burned and her eyes shons like stars
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