The Grangeville globe. [volume] (Grangeville, Idaho) 1907-1922, 1919-12-25
TURNING TABLES
BY PEARL q. MEYER.

out some Wnlte material.
Beckie, her niece, drew her brows to-
gether.
That's the bureau scarf l started
last winter You didntalike the pat
tern, so dropped it,"
Him." said Aunt Jane. whats
this?" She pulled out something gay
with colors.
"Oh, that's the table runner. l got
80 sick Of 1t never finished the thing"
HIN. And this?' Another article
was brought to light.
Goodness me. started that shirt
waist over a year ago. I'd forgotten
all about it,"
"Snce you were old enough to re-
member" commenced Aunt Jane, II
have tried to impress on you the value
of finishing what you commence"
do what you set out to do. This
applies to greater things than bu-
reau scarfs and shirtwaists If you
know thing is right, go ahead with
It,"
"But, auntie," interrupted Beckie,
thio tAAAC ShNANGSiuliJ. AAoN ohi w
know that l can trust my own judg
mentT
"Your conscience win tell you"
Beclzie, sitting bumped over the toy
of trunk, pondered deeply.
"Then," she said finally, "if l start
10 do something that I am sure is
right, I should not allow even YOU
even you, auntie-to swerve me from
my purpose?.,
Exactly" returned her aunt, with
pleased nod. Lets go down now.
want to take nap.
The nap heightened into a regular
snooze. Aunt Jane was sound sleep
er. She was aroused finally by knock
ing on the door.
ITS half-past four" called Beckie.
Aunt Jane arose hurriedly. Her sim
pie toilet dfi not take many minutes.
Giving a final hurried dab at her tight
ly twisted pug of gray hair, she moved
toward the door To her astonish-
ment, 1t was locked. She ratified the
knob vigorously.
-"Beckie," she called.
I'm so sorry" spoke a small voice
close to the keyhole, "but I'm doing
what you told me to do"
unlock this door," demanded Aunt
Jane sternly.
II can't"
what do you mean?"
"Not until you promise me some
thing" said Beckie meekly. my heart
tells me l am right. This is the only
way. I've begged and begged and
prayed; but you have always said no."
Aunt James hands sank Imply to
her sides. Beckie had Willingly made
her a prisoner.
"Beckie Stowell, let me out this in
slant.
II WILL" came the pleading voice,
"if you'll say that I may marry
Dwight"
Never" she ragged. docs that
that whippersnapper know you have
done this?"
mo" In breathless haste. IT just
asked him to comeeto supper tonight. ]
told him had real nice surprise for
him."
"a real nice surprise" mimicked
Aunt Jane; then, after a slight pause ;
ale will get It,"
"Oh, auntie." Beckie's voice was full
of tears-"then you can't come out
It's after five now. I've got to 60
downstairs"
| ,e.4
the door, her thoughts in such turmoil
that she was momentarily stricken
dumb The minister due at six. The
table not set. The biscuits. In an
outburst of despairing rage, she beat
on the door with her clenched fists.
"Beckie!" she shrieked "Beckiew
No reply. From the distant down
stairs came little gathering sounds as
of dishes being moved.
IT'S twenty minutes Of six, Aunt
Jane"
"My biscuitsl" walled Aunt Jane
"You wicked girl. I shall never forgive
you as long as live"
These bitter words evoked a little
sob from the free side of the door
A terrifying idea flashed into Aunt
James mind. Did the girl mean shs
might run away? All her wrath was
swept away suddenly in flood tide Of
love. She could never think Of
Beckie other than child. That was
why she would never listen to her tall
of marrying.
SITS ten minutes of six," pleaded