The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1917-11-10

would make twenty-one if hadn't for
gotten once or twice; and on Thurs
day, why, it was my day off, you know.
And If Miss Boardman didn't creep out
and go to Mass on Sunday! That's
the provoking part of it! Able to go
to church, but making extra work,
day after day. week in and week out,
for tired old body like mel"
Miss Finn did not wait to hear more.
She knew it would not be considered
ladylike to attack Hannah with her
fists, so she prudently hurried away.
Somehow she forgot her other err
rands and went directly homeward,
walking more and more slowly and
feeling utterly weary by the time she
reached her own gate. When the
maid opened the door for her she
passed at once into the parlor and,
without taking off her wraps, went to
a window and looked across at the
big house opposite, just as she had
done on the preceding afternoon.
In the course of time Hannah came
sauntering down the street, snail
fashion At the gate she stopped to
chat with the policeman, and at the
foot of the steps to scold the old col
ored man, her fellow servant; after
wards she went back to the gate to
talk to one of the neighbors, and Miss
Finn knew from her gestures that she
was growing eloquent once more over
the hardships she was enduring and
the magnitude of her wrongs.
She went indoors at last, and for a
time there was no sign of life around
the old home; then, white hand
raised one of the shades, in MISS
Boardman's room Miss Firms heart
beat wildly but in an instant the
hand was gone, and though she
watched much longer, the silence and
the stiffness we're unbroken. Still
Miss Finn stood staring at the house
thinking of Miss Boardman lying alone
and suffering, neglected by the only
person near her; Miss Boardman
who was always gentle and kind TIC
everyone; who had been so very kind
and so very tender to Miss Finn in
every sorrow she had ever known.
Suddenly she turned sharply from
the window, buttoned her coat closely
about her and hurried from the house
and across the street, directly to Miss
Boardman's door. She had rung the
bell for the third time before Hannah
came, scowling.
well, I declared she calculated
when she saw it was Miss Finn who
was waiting, not very patiently, or
the step.
ASK Miss Boardman if I may sec
her." Miss Finn said quietly, disdain
ing to show that she noticed Han
nah's impertinence.
well, I declared" Hannah repeat
ed, even more emphatically; and
added, as soon as she got the upper
hand of her establishment, "She hasn't
seen a soul, but there's no telling
what strange notion she'll take" anG
leaving Miss Finn standing in the
dust-covered hall, she slowly made hel
way up the stairs.
Miss Firms eyes filled as she looked
about her. On every side were things
familiar to her as long as she could
remember and closely linked with hel
tenderest associations, each of them
the dearer because she had not seen
it for many a lonely day. She could
see in the library a water-color which
she had painted for Miss Boardman's
mother, sweet, demure and quaint
which as children they had thought
very funny In the room on the oppo
site side of the hall hung her own
mothers picture, with spray of bit
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