Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1916-03-29
Shelter port
BY lzoLA FORESTER.

way with the Gordon setter nosing at
his hand.
You'd tuck any one under your
wing, wouldn't you, Aunt Polly, if he
needed it? Old Brookside Farm is a
regular Port of Shelter in time of trou-
ble."
The next day he drove down to meet
Aunt Polly's latest waif of chance.
Loving and motherly by nature, with
no child of her own to pet and tend,
she always seemed to be giving out
help to some one.
Her sister Esther had written to her
about Myrtis Lampton> She had been
brought up in one of the church homes
at Wakefield, the orphaned daughter
of schoolmate of Esther's.
When she was eighteen, Esther
found her position at the town IL
brary and kept an eye on her, until
the girl had come down in the winter
with typhoid fever. She needs loving
and chirking up, that's ALL
Ben agreed heartily when he saw
the lone figure get off the Providence
train and come toward him. White
faced she was, with big blue eyes, and
he knew by the way she got into the
carriage she was still weak and shaEy.
Through the long summer days she
lay out under the naples in the ham,
mock getting stronger slowly. Miss
Calder would sit near in one Of the
rustic rockers, reading or sewing, sing
ing softly to herself, and ready with q
smile when Myrtis wakened.
I'm so useless, Aunt Polly" she
said one day Tin no more good to
you than q weed
Some weeds have turned out heal
ing herbs, dearie," answered Aunt Poi
ly happily. 81 Just dread to think Of
going away" she said to Miss Calder
ore day in early August. The latter
looked at her over the tops Of her
glasses.
"Wesl, I shouldn't if 1 was you, Myr-
It's" she responded, pleasantly. "Why
don't you take the school examination
over here at the crossroads and teach
there. It's twelve a week, and you
could board here if you liked
DO you think I'd pass?" she asked
eagerly.
"Of course you would, child. I
taught there myself years ago when
out here to teach I'll write to the
school board tomorrow, and you bet
ter let me drive you over there and
face it. I'll coach you up on it"
Ben said nothing when he heard of
the plan, but he smiled across the
table at Myrtis, and she colored deli
cately.
when the weati2er's rough this win
ter Ben can drive over with you," said
Aunt Polly happily, so busy serving
dinner she never noticed what was
happening right under her nose. Like
enough you won't be bit lonesome
out here. Would you rather go back to
Esther and do library work."
"Oh. I'd much rather be here with
you," Myrtis exclaimed. "It's home
now"
We'll, just stay, then, child We love
to have you. Don't we, Benz"
Certainly do," said Ben. Seems as
If you belonged here now. Aunt Polly
took me when I was a little shaver
after my folks died and brought me
up, and know how love the place"
The letter came the following week
notifying the new teacher of her ap-
pointment, and Aunt Polly was, II
anything, more enthusiastic than
Myrtis herself. She went about the
house singing, and Myrtis stole down
to the walk by the brook in the pine
glen just to think how wonderful life
had turned out for her. 1t was so good
just to be wanted and loved after one
had been a waif on the waves of
chance and circumstance.
The hemlock branches cracked on
the slope above where she. sat. Ben
called hello to her.
Have you seen the black calf any
where?"
mot down here"
i've been hunting it for an hour"
he declared without a qualm. He
swung down the slope and landed on
the rocks Just below her Don't you
love this place? I used to come here
when 1 was little fellow and listen
to the water as it broke over the rocks.
I'm glad you're going to stay"
Its dear of Aunt Polly to let me.
It's all her doing. She Just shows you
the right way to 60 somehow and
makes it seem easy. was afraid to
face the winter alone"
"You wouldn't have had to-" Ben
blurted out. II wasn't going to let
you go away" He stopped and looked
up at her as she sat on the bank, ferns
and pine needles around her. I'D have
told you right straight of. Now, sup
pose I ought to wait till spring"
Myrtis was silent. Her chin leaning
on her hand, she looked down at the
hrool, afraid to meet the hip hoy's