Cheyenne record., 1915-02-04

sounded splendid. Fust off l thought
he'd raise US more n we expected.
An mebbe he would have tew. Angy,"
a bit ruefully, "ef yew d a let me
advertise a little sooner. don't
spose half Shoreville knows yit that
we was gwine ter have auction SALE"
He watched the color rising in her
cheeks with a curious mixture OF pride
in her pride and regret at its conse-
quences. ITS no use a-talkin', moth
er, pride and poverty makes Uneasy
bedfellers."
He leaned back in the old chair.
creaking out dismal echo to the
auctioneers Going. going. gone!"
while the flush deepened in Angy's
cheek. Again she fastened her gaze
upon the indomitab BILE red rose which
hung a pendant earring on the right
side Of Abraham's head.
"Yew wouldn't a. had folks a-comin'
here ter bid Jest out O. charity. would
yew?" she demanded. An anyhow
in q more gentle tone-the gently posi-
tive tone which she had acquired
through forty years Of living with
Abraham-"we hain't SO bad off with
one hundred dollars an tew cents. an
-beholden ter nobody! It's tew cents
more'n yew need ter git yew inter the
Old Mems. an them extry tew cents
ii pervide for me jest bewtiful." Abra-
ham stopped rocking to stare hard at
his resourceful wife. an involuntary
twinkle of amusement in his blue eyes.
With increased firmnese. she repeated.
Jest bewtiful!" whereupon Abe. scent
ing self-sacrifice on his wife's part. sat
up straight and snapped. "Haow SO.
haow SO. mother?"
It'll buy a postage stamp, won't
it?"-she was fairly aggressive now
AN thar's envelop what want put
up ter auction in the cupboard an a
paper bag l kin iron out-ketch me
a.gwine ter the neighbors an a-beg-
gin fer writing paper-an' I'll Jest set
daown an write a line to Miss Hal.
sey. Her house hain't a stun's throw
from the Old Mems: an I'll offer ter
come an take keer O. them air young
'uns O. her'n fer my board an keep
an'-ten cents a week. l was a-gwine
ter say quarter but don't want ter
impose on nobody. Seem that they
hain't over well-ter-do. l would go fer
nothin'. but l got ter have somethin'
ter keep up appearances on. SO yew
won't have no call ter feel ashamed
Of me when l come a-visitin' ter the
hum" Involuntarily. as she spoke.
Angy lifted her knotted old hand and
smoothed back the hair from her
brow: for through all the struggling
years she had kept certain. not un-
pleasing. girlish pride In her personal
appearance.
Abraham had risen with creaks Of
his rheumatic joints. and was now
walking up and down the room. his
feet lifted slowly and painfully with
every step. yet still his blue eyes fash
ing with the fire Of indignant protest
ME a-bunkin' comfortable in the
Old Mems, an yew a-takin' keer O.
them Halsey young 'uns fer ten cents
week! wouldn't take keer O. 'em
fer ten cents a short breath. Thar be
young 'uns an young 'uns," he eluci-
dated. but they be tartars! Yew'd
be In yer grave afore the fast frost:
an who's gwine ter bury yer-the
taown?" His tone became gentle and
broken: mo. no. Angy. Yew be a
good gal. an dew just as we calc'lated
on. Yew jine the Old Ladies'; yew've
got friends over thar, yew'll git erlong
splendid. An I'll git erlong tew. Yer
mountaineering his shoulders back.
he assumed the light. bantering tone
so familiar to his wife-"the poor
house doors is always open. Id Jest
admire ter go thar. Thar's a rocking
chair in every room. and they say the
grub Is A No. L. He winked at her.
smiling his broadest smile in his at
tempt to deceive.
Both wink and smile, however, we're
lost upon Angy, who was busy divid-
ing the apple sauce in such way that
Abe would have the larger share with.
out suspecting It, hoping the while
that he would not notice the absence
OF butter at this last home meal She
herself had never believed in butter
ing bread when there was sass" to
eat with 1t; but Abe's extravagant
tastes had always carried him to the
point Of desiring both butter and
sauce as a relish to his loaf.
"Naow, fur's I'm concerned" pur.
sued Abe. II haint got nothin' agin
the poorhouse fer neither man ner
woman. I'd as lief let yew go than
Std o'Sme; fer know very we'll that's