The Maryville times. (Maryville, Tenn.) 1884-1944, 1915-04-08

and it was such feeling as would have
carried comfort to her lonely little
heart, He wished to tell frankly of
what a good friend he had made, and
how this friendship made him more
able to realize that other feeling
his love for Sally There was in his
mind no suspicion-as yet-that these
two girls, might ever stand in conflict
as to the right of-way But the letters
he wished to write were not the sort
he cared to have read to the girl by
the eyangelist-doctor or the district
school teacher. and alone she could
have made nothing of them, However,
+ q love you" are easy words-and those
be always included
The Widow Miller had been ailing
( for mouths, and, though the local
( physician diagnosed the condition as
/ being right porely," he knew that the
7 specter of tuberculosis which stalks
+ through these badly lighted and ven
/ tilated houses was stretching out its
/ fingers to touch her shrunken chest.
| This had meant that Sally had to fore
go the evening hours to study, be-
I cause Of the WEAKNESS that followed
the day of nursing and household
drudgery. Autumn seemed to bring
to her mother a slight improvement,
and sally could again sometimes
steal away with her slate and book,
to sit alone on the big bowlder, and
study.
She VI Guild not be able to write that
Christmas letter. There had been too
many Interruptions in the self-imparted
education, but some day she would
write There would probably be
time enough 1t would take even Sam
son a long while to become an artist.
One day, as she was walking home
wand from her lonely trysting place,
she met the battered-looking man who
carried medicines in his saddlebags
and the Scriptures in his pocket, and
who practiced both forms of healing
through the hills. The old man drew
down his nag, and threw one leg over
the pommel
"Eyenin', Brother Spencer. How air
YEP
"Tolable, thank We, Sally" The
body and-soul mender studied the girl
awhile in silence, and then said blunt.
1y:
we've done broke right smart in
the last year. Anything the matter
with ye?"
She shook her head, and laughed.
IT was an effort to laugh merrily,
but the ghost of the old instructive
blitheness rippled into it.
I've jest come from old Spicer
South's,' volunteered the doctor.
He's atlin' pretty considerable, these
days"
What's the matter with Unc' Spi-
ccr?' demanded the girl, in genuine
anxiety, Every one along Misery
called the old man Unc' Spicer
u can't jest make out" Her in
former spoke slowly, and his brow cor
rugated into something like sullen-
ness, He amt Jest to say sick Thet
u.s. his organs seems all right but he
don't pear to have no heart fer nothin',
and his victuals don't tempt him none.
He's jest puny, thets all"
III 80 over thar, an see him." an
nounced the girl I'll cook a chicken
thet'H tempt him"
The girl spent much time after that
at the house of old Spicer South, and
her coming seemed to waken him into
a fitful return of spirits.
Il reckon, Unc' Spicer," suggested
the girl, on one of her first visits,
I'd better send fer Samson. Mebby
hit mout do We good ter see him"
The old man was weakly leaning
back on his CHAIR, and his eyes were
listless; but, at the sugges-
ton, he Strengthened and the ancient
fire came again to his face.
Don't ye do hit" he exclaimed, al
most fercely. Il knows We mean hit
kindly, Sally, but don't we NEEDLE il
my business"
Il didn't low ter meddle," fax.
tered the girl.
No, little gal" His voice softened |
at once into gentleness. Il knows
ye didn't. l didn't mean ter be short
answered with we either, but thar's
jest one thing l won't low nobody
ter do-an' thet's ter send fer Samson.
He knows the road home, an, when
he wants ter come, he'll find the door
open, but we hain't a-goin' ter send ,
after him."
Wilfred Horton found himself that
fall in the position Of a man whose
course lies through rapids, and for
the first time in his life his pleasures
We're giving precedence to business.
Horton was the most-hated and most
man in New York but the
men who hated and snubbed him were
his own sort, and the men who adj
mired him were those whom he would
never meet, and who ,Fnew him only
the columns of penny papers.
enemies had ceased to laugh,
and begun to conspire. He must be
How, was mooted ques-
ton. But, in some fashion, he must
be silelced. Society had not cast