The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1916-02-08
THE LOST LETTER
BY CLARA BREvooRT.

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the foot of the stairs. At last Jimmie
was asleep: Evidently the hot water
bottle and toothache medicine had
done their work, for the means and
| groans had stopped. Jimmie's mother
had slipped away few minutes be-
fore, leaving Uncle Dick in charge.
| Poor Dickl" she reflected as she
departed. "He hasn't been himself
since Mary Hampstead went away in
the fall. Here it's almost April and
he hasn't had any word from her yet.
| can't understand 1t at all. / always
| had an idea that she promised to give
Dick an answer in that letter he's
looked for so eagerly and that has
never come
The front door stood open and the
breeze came in soft and warm from
the south. The sun, too, was as bright
and the sky as blue as June.
Near the shed door stood an old
fishing rod. Dick walked over and
picked 1t up. The soft wind and blue
sky and the whole outdoors were call
ing him toward the river.
Jimmie and his toothache were for
gotten while he made his way down
the muddy road with the fishing rod
over his shoulder and bucket Of bait
In his hand.
As he turned off the road to go
through the broken place in the Hemp
stead's fence, and thence through the
hickory grove toward the river. he
heard a horse behind him. He turned
and looked straight into the startled
blue eyes of Mary Hampstead. But
while he stood paralyzed, the look In
the blue eyes changed instantly to
one of contempt as her horse gal
loped by.
Mary home! Could it really be the
girl who had teasingly promised him
his answer in the first letter on her |
visit West.
He turned blindly toward the river |
and when he finally reached the place
threw himself down dejectedly on a
rock and tried to think.
Meanwhile, Jimmie had a nice COM
Portable nap, thanks to his mothers
doctoring and a quiet house, after
which he wakened and hoped out of
bed yelling for someone to come and
put his clothes on him.
No one answered Jimmie went
down stairs to investigate the silence.
There was no one there, but the front
door was open and the soft, warm
wind that blew In felt delicious. jim
ME went out on to the porch.
What a bully wind for kite, and
here he'd been shut up all day missing
it! Suddenly he remembered he had
top of the red oak and stuck there.
Jimmie started for the tree, the wind
blowing his night gown around his
bare legs and feet. The soft ground
oozed up through his toes and he
squealed delightedly. But the water
in the creek was cold-too cold to
wade through! Ooch!
He knew the very thing! Uncle
Ned's boots! Back to the house and
into Uncle Ned's room. He knew
where the boots were-in a corner of
the cupboard. He carried them to the
porch and tried to put them on. They
were miles too high and too heavy.
Out of one boot shot something that
had been white. Now 1t was dirty,
and twisted. Jimmy grabbed
It and tore away the outside. well,
I'll use this old letter for a kite, II l
can't get mine. Where's that string
lad?"
The creek and boots were forgotten.
Jimmie, still in midnight attire, defied
he proprieties and the toothache, by
lancing gleefully all over the farm
with his homemade kite.
Over in the Hampstead yard Mary
was bordering about the look Of mis-
Try in Dick Randalrs eyes as she had
passed him. 1t was almost time to
eed the chickens. and she started for
he granary.
What in the world could that be
caring along the fence and yelling at |
In the air?
Sharp of wits and speedy of limb,
Nary soon had little Jimmy in her
arms. She wrapped her apron about
him and carried him back to her
house, the Kite training on the ground. |
Bless his heart, he's got a letter for |
4 kite" said her mother. Mary grab
bed II up suddenly.
Jimmie, where did you get this?"
"Out of Uncle Ned's boots" he gig |
gled. II just found it,"
Mary made suddenly for the door. A |
few minutes later Dick heard the |
twigs breaking near him, but did not |
look around. II mattered little who |
was coming.
Suddenly two soft. warm hands COW
cred his eyes and Mary's own sweet
voice whispered.
Guess who 1t isl"
Bewildered, he reached up and
touched her hands.
I've come,' she cried gayly, re-
leasing him, TO deliver some beiated