Middletown transcript. [volume] (Middletown, Del.) 1868-current, 1920-07-17

There were none Of US at Birtwhistle'
that thought very much of them; Blu
the smallest ladies seemed to hav'
the most sense, for, after they bega'
to grow bigger they were not so SUR
about it. We little ones were all o
one mind that a creature that couldn'
fight and was carrying tales. ant
couldn't so much as shy a stone with
out tapping its arm like rag in the
wind was no use for anything.
So when this one came to the stead
ing at West Inch I was not best
pleased to see her. I was twelve al
the time cit was in the holidays) and
she eleven, a thin, tallish girl, with
black eyes and the queerest ways. She
was forever staring out in front OF
her, with her lips parted as if she saw
something wonderful; but when ]
came behind her and looked the same
way could see nothing but the
! sleeps trough or the hidden or IA
theirs breeches hanging on clothes
line. And then If she saw a lump OF
heather or bracken, or any common
stuff of that sort, she would NOPE
over it as if it had struck her sick, and
cry, "HOw sweet! how perfect" just
as though it had been painted pic
ture. When I used to tell her that
she was good for nothing, and that her
father was fool to bring her up like
that, she would begin to cry, and say
that I was rude boy, and that she
would 60 home that very night, and
never forgive me as long as she lived.
But in five minutes she had forgotten
all about it. What was strange was
that she liked me a deal better than
I did her, and she would never leave
ME alone, but she was always watch.
ing me and running after me, and
then saying, ooh. here you are!" as
If 1t were a surprise.
Jim Horscroft was away when
Cousin Edie was with us, but he came
back the very week she went, and ]
mind how surprised l was that he
should ask any questions or take any
interest in a mere lassie. He asked
me if she were pretty; and when J
said that I hadn't noticed he laughed
and called me mole, and said my
eyes would be opened some day. But
very soon he came to be interested in
something else, and never gave Edie
another thought until one day she just
took my life in her hands and twisted
it as I could twist this quill.
That was in 1913, after I had left
school, when was already eighteen
years Of age, with a good forty hairs
on my upper lip and every hope Of
more. I had changed since I left
school, and was not so keen on games
as I had been, but found myself in
stead lying about on the sunny side
of the braes, with my own lips parted
and my eyes staring just the same as
Cousin Edie's used to do. It had sat
isfied me, and filed my whole life, that
I could run faster and Jump higher
than my neighbor. but now all that
seemed such little thing, and
yearned and looked up at the big arch.
ing sky and down at the fiat blue sea,
and felt that there was something |
wanting, but could never lay my
tongue to what that something was
And I became quick Of temper, too,
for my nerves seemed all of fret
and when my mother would ask me |
what allied me, or my father would |
speak Of my turning my hand to work,
I would break into such sharp, bitter !
answers as have often grieved over
since. All, man may have more than
one wife, and more than one child,
and more than one friend, But he can
never have but one mother, so let him
her while he may