The citizen. [volume] (Berea, Ky.) 1899-1958, 1920-11-25

all the time. lie thinks 7 should slav,
along too to pile up more beside wha
he's got already. but I'm not going 4
do, II much longer. I'm not afraid o.
work. or hardship either. I'd live Il
u shack II had TO. I'd"
Would you live In a shackT" sale
Jim.
She shot n quick look M him. Bu
he was quietly smiling into his min
pail. and she decided to treat hi,
question impersonnlly.
"Yes. I'd live In shack. too. N
had to. put In my first years In 4
sodhouse. and there was more rea
happiness romping up and down the
land then than there Ia now In those
days everybody was so poor that
money didn't count It's differ
ent now"
jim did not pursue the subject and
the milking was completed I'm silence.
Jim finished first, and presently the
was heard from the kitchen.
There he goes. winding hts arm OF
for me-" said the girl. as she rose
from the last COW. "Poor JIM wish
I knew whether It's Just human kind
ness makes him do IT, or whether"
She stopped. coloring a little over the
thought that had almost escaped into
words
When the heavy grind OF the scpa.
rating was finished Jim went quietly
10 his own room. but the girl put on
a clean dress and walked out through
the garden. At the lower gate she
stopped to pick a flower. which she
held for a moment 10 her face: then.
toying lightly with II In her fingers,
she slipped the latch and continued
along the, path leading down into the
ravine To the right lay the bench
where the sodhouse had stood. not 80
much as mound now marking the
spot; but the thoughts Of the girl
turned yearnlngly 10 II. and to the
days Of the lonely but not unhappy
childhood which II had sheltered.
Presently she reached the water.
and her quick ear caught the sound
Of n muskrat slipping gently into the
stream from the reeds on the opposite
bank: she could see the widening
wake where he plowed his swift way
across the pond. Then her own figure
stood up before her. graceful and 1.-the
rs the willows on the bank. She sur
Keyed Il minute. then fiicked the
lower at her face In the water and
turned slowly homeward. She was
rot unhappy. but dull sense OF loss
oppressed her-a sense that the world
VAS very rich and very beautiful, and
hat she was feasting neither on Its
-lchness nor its beauty. There was a
stirring OF music and poetry in her
soul. but neither music nor poetry
'ound expression. And presently she
discovered she was thinking about
lin Travers.
Her mother sat In the dining room.
Snltting by the light OF the hanging
amp. Her face seemed very pale and
ovely in the soft glow.
Don't you think you have done
said the girl. slipping into
4 sitting posture on the floor by her
knee. "You work. work.
work. all the time. suppose they'll
have TO let you work In heaven"
"we value our work more as we
grow older" said the mother. :.
1T helps 10 keep us from thinking"
There you got" exclaimed the girl;
but there was a tenderness In her
voice. worrying again. wish
.hey'd stay home for a change"
The mother piled her needles In
silence. "Sllp away to bed. Beulah."
the said at length. 81 will wait up
or a while"
Late In the night the girl heard
heavy footsteps In the kitchen and
bursts OF loud but indistinct talking.