The Kenna record. (Kenna, Roosevelt County, N.M.) 190?-1924, 1917-07-13
an UNSENT LETTER
BY SUSAN E. cLAeETT.

Jim Chapman started as the front
door slammed. then he muttered In ex-
asperatioh.
ITO think I should have come TO
this from little touch of feverl
Nervesl I thought had no nerves."
As matter Of fact, it had been a
severe HttaCk OF typhoid, with 40 lin
gerihg a cOhvalescence that his physl4
clan ordered him to return to the
empty old house in New England that
had been his boyhood home, If he
wished to regain his strength.
10 the last he had protested but
without avail, and now he had been in
the New England village for a week,
literally confined to the house, as he
had broken his ankle upon his own
doorstep.
aeated in his sitting room he looked
helpiessly around us doors and window
blinds banged
"Where in the devil is William
That fellow is never where he's want
cd. III"
"Will I nnswer2" a pleasant voice
asked, and without whiting for reply
n blue-gowned figure crossed the foom,
hastily secured the blinds and closed
the windows.
'T saw William ahead Of me as /
was blown through your front door.
He had something in his arms that was
giving him trouble. Here he is. Good
gracious p
Jim turned his head as his man.
came into the room carrying a kicking.
squirming bundle, which he put hastily
down.
"Sure, Mr.. Jim, I hopes you'll never
send me again for such little tiger
cat"
II mint no tiger cat" came with n
suppressed sob from the small being
on the hearth rug.
Jim loOkedi6t the child with curl
Gus resentment, but Miss Hill, who
had been listening in uhdlsgulsed
amazement, came forward. "Of course
not, dear Jim and William were just
trying TO be funny" AS she talked
she had removed the chlld's wraps.
and now lifted her to her lap.
"Oh! want my daddy. 1 want
my daddyl He didn't call me tiger
cat" and the child burrOwed her head
In the lace at Miss Hills throat.
The two grOwn-ups looked at each
other in silence as she sObbed herself
into n heavy sleep. Then only did
Ente Hill speak.
"What is 1t all about, Jim7"
He silently handed her a letter and
she read:
"Dear jim: When this. reaches you
will have passed into the unknown
country. Because of the clOseness of
our friendship 1 am sending you the
delight of my heart. Her mother Is
dead, and she has not a relative In the
world. 1 leave a little property that
Is well invested, sufficient for her
needs. Am too tired now to write
more. Yours, TOM
"PoOr little waif!" she said softly,
IT would take her home with me, but
I am going away this afternoon. l
can help you, however. My hOusekeep-
er's sister has lost her child. She
needs home and will suit you.
will send her over"
THANK you. Did you say you are
going away? The thought that /
should find you when this confOunded
ankle lets me get about has been the
one comfort / have had throughout
this lonely week. We used to have
some pleasant days together, and l
hoped we might return to them. /
will be your neighbOr for many months,
and the sooner we forget the years
that lie between now and then the
better"
1--WE will talk about It when come
back" she replied evasively.
She stood beside him for an instant
laughing down into his gloomy face.
perhaps, Jlm, I may not stay as long
as I had intended" she said, and with
these words she left the room.
To his surprise she returned within
ten days returned in Il storm that
broke in torrents of rain as she neared
Jim Chapman's gate. AS on that first
day, she ran up the walk and into the
house. Looking into the sitting room,
she saw Jim move slowly toward the
window. On tile floor the child was
gathering up stray leaves of what
looked like manuscript, and In her
lap was n bundle Of letters. Kate
turned to Jim with smile:
1T is to be hoped Mrs. Grundy has
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