The patriot. [volume] (Indiana, Pa.) 1914-1955, 1919-11-08
THE MAY BASKET
By GENEVA A. ELDREDGE.

tumbled up and down the outside OF
the screen door, and now and then
swallow darted across the sunshine,
his blue wings gliStening. Away down
the street sounded the rat-tat OF a
drum, and Cynthia heard the patter
of ChildrenS feet running toward
the town Squa%S. Still she sat tense and
upright in the old-faShioned rocking
chair, her mouth drawn in straight
hard line, her eyes fixed upon the
work in her hands.
The screen door SQueaked on its
spring and round-faCed, brown-eyed
little boy squeezed in, his eyes filled
with surprise when he saw her sit
ting there so Stiff, her work in her
hands and he Stammered a little as
he said: 'Wh-why, Aunt Cynth, amt
you going to meet the train and see
the p-parade"
Soft and quick came her answer:
"No, dear, not today"
But Aunt Cynth, they amt goin' TO
be no more p-parade days, an l got on
my white suit, an mother thought
maybe you'd like to have a little boy
what was all Spic and span TO go wiv
you"
And his little face grew wistful and
troubled. He had never seen an Aunt
/ Cynth like this before, so straight and
strange.
/ He meant to know before he left
/ just why she was staying home the
/ day everyone else in town was going
down to welcome the boys from
France SO he crept up close and
whispered: as ii cause Joe amt com
/ in. auntie?" Tears Sprang to her eyes
as she gathered the little spic and
span hoy close.
YES, Teddie boy, that's just why
auntie isn't going She can't bear it,"
Now that Teddie was sure he felt
that he ought to say something TO
help make auntie happier, so he said
as he stroked her face with his fat
little hand: Never mind, auntie;
I've got a secret and maybe tonight
bout dark you1l know it. Maybe
right fore supper, maybe right after,
anyway, don't you come out doors
right that time, will your
And auntie promised to stay in the
house. Then hearing his mother call
ing he scampered away leaving Aunt
Cynth alone with her thoughts Slow
ly she closed her eyes and in lmagina-
ton saw the town square filled with
people, the train pulling in filled with
! returning soldiers the hoppy greet
ings, and far end faint she heard the
band and the cheering
The hot tears trickled slowly down
her face as she whispered, "And mine
reported missing; my boy, who was
the pride of my heart - And then
Teddie's happy little face seemed t0
shine out, and she remembered what
a comfort be had been all the weary
months, "and now he is coming to
hang me a May basket, bless his dear
little heart, and I must cheer up for
his sake ! think I will plan a little
surprise myself"
SO she went into her dining room
and set the pretty table, bringing in
great lunches Of apple blossoms to
decorate it with until the room looked
like fairyland in the pink and white
dress She frosted little round cakes
and made an iced drink for the crystal
glasses, and almost before she knew
It, twilight came drifting down. The
drums had ceased their rat-tat and
happy voices called TO one another in
the street. "It's almost time for Ted
die and his secret" she thought as she
patted her hair into place. Then she
heard steps tiptoeing up the board
walk and child's quick painting
breath, and she smiled the old
time glad smile that she used to greet
the boy with who was missing tonight
when he came to hang May baskets
at the very same door
When two fat fists pounded hard ON
the screen door she waited only long
enough for small boy to hide before
she opened the door, to find dainty
little basket, all fringed and festoOned
and fairly bursting with candy kisses,
setting on the step.
why, how surprised | am" she
said. "Who could have left this beau
tiful little basket here? Surely it's a
mistake; some little boy must have
thought Susie Grimes lived here"
Just then a small boy in white wrig-
gled out from behind the SNOWFALL
bush and called breathlessIy mo, no,
Aunt Cynth, 'tain't no stake, it's my
secret and some more of 1t is hind
the catalpa tree. You come see" But
just then a khaki-clad figure sprang
out with wide-open arms, and them
I Ted's secret was out
"Oh, JOe," cried Aunt Cynth as shG
wept in his arms, how you must have
felt not to find me at the train to
meet you"
That's all right, mother; | don't
/ blame you under the circumstances.
when Ted told me his secret
thought I'd wait and surprise you