The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1916-07-13

NO one except the exchange peddler
and he's honest enough"
"Humph"' shifted Henrietta and
went on into the house. leaving Ezekiel
pulling radishes in the mellow glow of
the setting sun.
She walked right into the sitting
room with the freedom of an old ac-
quaintance
Hello. Lizzie" she said. sitting down
In the Boston rocker
Good evening"" said Lizzie. cram
ming her sewing into big basket. 81
declare it's most supper time. You'll
stay?"
Cant. What you making-a new
dress?"
Yes. | needed one
Seems If you were always making
up new dresses, Lizzie"
81 get awful tired of my clothes. |
send 'em up to my sister in Vermont.
make 'em myself. so 1t don't cost so
much. | like Variety
THAT'S pretty piece of goods" said
Henrietta. picking up a fold and exam
lining it. did you buy 1t from the ex-
change peddler:"
Lizzie hesitated.
'Yes," she said at last.
81 suppose you've been saving up
your rags and bottles and old hats and
shoes for long time" went ON Hen
rietta relentlessly.
Young Mrs. Albee breathed heavily.
YES" she said again.
We've been having some nice warm
rains" said Henrietta, with a sudden
change of topic. ut will bring the
flowers out nicely for Memorial day."
Lizzie Albee WINGED as she stuck her
needle into the tomato pincushion and
put the work basket away.
Yes" she said absently.
~ don't know what we'd do without
flowers for the cemetery and Mr.. AL
bees playing the cornet on Memorial
day." pursued Miss Burr.
81 know folks set a store by pas
playing" faltered Lizzie.
But" said Henrietta in a men
acing tone. "how can your pa play
when he's lost his trumpet"
Lizzie jumped.
81 know it." she said family.
THAT trumpet's got to be found"
went on Henrietta.
That's what | say" agreed Lizzie,
hurriedly recovering herself. '1've
hunted the house high and low and l
can't find it."
"You amt looked in the right place"
asserted Henrietta.
Lizzie gasped.
What do you mean. Henrietta Burr"
'You amt looked in the right place.
That's what / mean
Miss Burr cast a scathing glance
over her shoulder and left the room
and the house. Lizzie. peering from
the window, saw her talking to Ezekiel
in the orchard.
Just then Abner. Lizzie's husband,
came up the road from the -four mill
where he worked. and young Mrs. AL
bee hurried around to prepare the eve
ming meal.
Lost your trumpet" roared Albee
when his father broke the news to him
at the supper table. why. it must be
somewhere around the house." he COM
forted the old man.
Abner and his wife slept in adjoining
rooms, and it was long time before
Lizzie went to sleep. A whippoorwill
was singing in the orchard, and its IN
canny notes set all her nerves on edge.
AT last she fell asleep and dreamed.
She dreamed that it was Memorial
day, and it was different from any
other 30th of May since she had been
married and came to live in patriotic
little Westriver. Instead of men, wo-
men and children. laden with flowers.
vending their way to the cemetery on
the hill. she thought that every one
was searching for Ezekiel Albee's sill
yer trumpet.
eve can't have any celebration I'M
less Ezekiel finds his trumpet they
all said.
She awoke with frightened scream
and sat up in bed
She dressed hurriedly and. taking
her shoes in her hand. crept noiseless-
ly down the stairs to the kitchen.
Here she put on her shoes. and then
she took Ezekiel's heavy walking stick
in her hand.
She locked the door behind her and
slipped the key i'll her pocket.
The road lay white and empty In the
moonlight. Lizzie was timid crea-
ture. and she dreaded the walk.
"Of course it couldn't" she assured
herself. But how did | ever come to
do it? didn't think he'd care so much.
and i was tired Of the pesky footing.
| wish-I wish | didn't have to go over
Dark hill"
But Lizzie Albee had TO pass over
Dark hill If she was to fulfill her mis-
sion.
She passed the last house at the foot
of the hill just as the village clock
struck II. AS she trudged up the in
cline toward the dark summit of the
hill. where the road was bordered on
either side by dark pine trees. Lizzie
clutched the heavy walking stick more
firmly.
At the foot of the other side of the
hill lived Michael Smith. the exchange
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