The silver state. [volume] (Winnemucca, Nev.) 1909-1925, 1915-11-27
FREDA's FICTION
BY GRACE FAlsLiE.

Miss Markham scarcely tasted the
dainty supper Freda served, but she
drank every drop of the black cot
fee. Freda gave her mistress many
an anxious side glance as she re-
moved the dishes. She set the tray
down on the kitchen table and shook
her head slowly.
"Ah, something's wrong" she
unused. She amt been like herself
since she come home from the noun
tains. I'll just wager there's a man
back of all these blue spells. Well,
| wish he'd turn out to be the right
man, for she ought to be married
and took care of"
Freda kept Miss Markham's bum
galow immaculate and served whole
some meals, but felt that she ought
to give additional service in lessen
ing her mistress's indifference toward
matrimony. She felt justified in u.s.
ing strategy if it led to her mistress
happiness. She walked rather noisily
to the door Of the living room, which
was lighted only by the blaze from
the fireplace.
Miss Markham, IL I'm too bother
some. just say SO; but this drizzly
November day has kept me all shut
in till I've got to thinking again
about something / thought I'd for
got"
why, Freda, is it anything | can
help you to settler" Miss Markham's
tone was sympathetic.
"Oh, / knew you'd be ready to
help: you're always doing things for
everybody but yourself"
We'll, that is the right way, Freda.
I'm less important than a great many
people" The short silence which fol-
lowed this remark was bluntly broken
by Freda.
What I wanted to talk to you
about" she said. was a man l couldn't
seem to forget"
What You, too, Freda?" exclaimed
Miss Markham, quite unconscious of
all that her words implied.
"Yes'm; you see 1t was this way:
He was gardener and / was cook for
the same family. He was a good
lookin' Irishman and a whole year
younger than me. He'd melt his blue
eyes and tell me he'd never liked any
other girl as he did me, but when
| wasn't a bit sur about my feelings
for him how could / be sure about
his for me-" Freda gazed straight
into the fire as she concluded part
one of the plan. and Miss Markham
was leaning out from the big chair
looking hard at her.
How strange, Freda. that you
should have told me all this tonight.
Then, catching herself. Miss Markham
added, that Is, | mean Ii is strange
you never mentioned 1t before
Well, you see," Freda answered.
still looking at the fire. Il used to
think / did right, but sometimes now
/ wonder IL | did"
What did you do, Freda?"
Il Just came away without saying
good-by or letting him know where
I'd gone. / felt mighty smart about
it till l got good and lonesome, and
sometimes | thought he might be lone
some. too. More than once I've
thought"-and here Freda introduced
a heavy sigh-'that having my own
way is not so good for me as learning
to live for other folks and taking care
OF a husband and babies would have
BEEN
Miss Markham laid a sympathetic
hand on Freda's shoulder. The other
hand carried her handkerchief to her
eyes.
Having finished her story, Freda
hurried out, but she did not go too
far to hear every sound from the liv-
ing room. Miss Markham turned on
the light and opened her desk. There
was a rustic of paper. a scratching of
a pen, another rustic OF paper. and
Immediately Miss Markham, in her
waterproof and her collie by her side
took a walk in the drizzly darkness
down toward the mail box. When
they came back they had an old.
time romp on the veranda. The next
day Miss Markham sang about the
house and brought a cheerful face and
good appetite to her meals.
The morning following was a beau
tiful Indian summer day and she wen
for a ride. wearing her khaki suit
tan boots and soft brown hat. While
she was gone a tall. distinguish,
looking stranger came walking up tn
hill from the railway station ant
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