The Farmington times. (Farmington, St. Francois County, Mo.) 1905-1926, 1916-01-14
THE LOST LETTER ]
BY CLARA RREvooRT.

bottle and toothache medicine had
done their work, for the means and
groans had stopped. Jimmies mother
had slipped away few minutes be-
fore, leaving Uncle Dick in charge.
Poor Dick!' 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 it 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 it 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 60
through the broken place in the Hemp
stead's fence, and thence through the
hickory grove toward the river, he
heard 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 nice COM
Portable nap, thanks to his mothers
doctoring and a quiet house, after
which he Weakened and hoped out of
bed, yelling for someone to come aad
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
mie 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
no kite. Yesterday it had hooked on
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 |
Neds 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, |
wrinkled and twisted. Jimmy grabbed |
it and tore away the outside well, |
I'll use this old letter for kite, if / |
can't get mine. Where's that string l |
had?"
The creek and boots were forgotten. |
Jimmie, still in midnight attire, defied |
the proprieties and the toothache, by |
dancing gleefully all over the farm |
with his homemade kite.
Over in the Hampstead yard Mary
was bordering about the look of mis-
cry in Dick Randal's eyes as she had |
passed him. 1t was almost time to |
feed the chickens, and she started for
the granary.
What in the world could that be
tearing along the fence and yelling at
something in the air?
Sharp Of wits and speedy of limb,
Mary 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
a kite" said her mother. Mary grab
bed it up suddenly.
Jimmie, where did you get this"
"Out Of Uncle Ned's bocts," he gig
gled. Il just found til"
Mary made suddenly for the door. A
few minutes later Dick heard the
twigs breaking near him, but did not
look around. It mattered little who
was coming.
Suddenly two soft, warm hands GOV.
cred his eyes and Marys own sweet
voice whispered.
Guess who it isl"
Bewildered, he reached up and
touched her hands.
1--WE come" she cried gayly, re-
leasing him, ito deliver some belated
mail, and after all / think I'm glad
you didn't get my letter until now,
Dick. l want to see il you look suffi-
GENTLY happy when you read it. jim
mic just found it in Ned's old hcot.