Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1920-04-06
SOWING IN
BY NELLIE l.. McCLUNG
.,,..,, "Tbe Next Of Kin" Three Times and Out" ETC..

She was tired and perhaps that is why
she became angry. d
lyon go straight to your bed,' she
said, with her mouth hard and her eyes
glinting. like cold flint, land none of
Your nonsense, or you can 90 straight
back TO town."
When Pearl again reached the little.
sitting room, she fell on her knees aud
prayed. :. -.
Dear God," she said, there's
gurms here as thick as hair on a dogs
back, and fou and me know Il, even
u she don't. don't know what to do,
dear Lord-the windy Is melt down.
Keep the gurms from gittin' into me,
dear Lord. Do We mind how poor
jeremiah was let down into the miro and
ye TUX care o. him, didn't We? Take
care o. me, dear Lord. Poor ma has
enough to do. widout me comm home
clutterin' UP the house wild sickness.
keep. yen eye on Danny IL We can at all.
at all. He's awful stirrin'. I'll try to
git the windy riz tomorrow by hook or
crook, so mebbe it's only tonight veil
have to watch the gurms. Amen"
Pearl braided her hair into two little
pigtails, with her little dilapidated
comb. When. she brought out the con-
tents Of the birdcage and opened IL in
search Of her n%igbtdress, the orange
rolled out, almost frightening her. The
purse, too, ratified on the bare floor as
She picked 1t up, and by going close
to the iy-specked window she counted
the ten ten cent. pieces, a whole dollar.
Neyer'was Il little girl more happy.
1T was Camilla" she whispered tc
herself. "Oh, / love Camilla |! and ]
hever said God bless, Camilla, ; -
with a. sudden pang Of remorse.
i.he was on her knees in a 'momen,
and added. a postscript.
u can send the orange home to ma
aud she can put the skins in the chisi
to make. the things smell nice, and IL
git that windy omen tomorrow"
'Clasping her little purse in her hand
and with the orange close beside hel
head, she lay down to sleep. The smell
of the orange made her forget thu
heavy air in the. room.
Anyway she murmured content,
edly, ',the Lord is attending to al
Pearl slept the heavy sleep of healthy
childhood and woke in the gray dawr
before any one else in the household
was stirring. She threw on some cloth
ing and went down, the ladder into the
kitchen. She started the fire, secured
the basin full of water and a piece OF
yellow soap and came back to her room
for her ''oliver."
IT can't lave it all to the Lord Ia
do" she said, as she rubbed the soap
on her little wash rag. at doesn't do
to impose on good nature" =.
When Tom, the only son of the
Motherwells, came down to light the
fire, he found Pearl setting the table,
the kitchen swept and the kettle boil
ing.
Irish smile, which he returned awk
wardly. =.
He was a tall, stoop .shouldered
rather good looking lad Of twenty. HI
had heavy gray eyes, and a droopini
mouth.
Tom had gone to school a few winters
when there wal not much doing, but hi
father thought 1t was a great deal bette
for a boy to learn to handle horses ant
sample wheat" and run a binder, thar
learn the ''pack of nonsense they got II
school nowadays" and when the prett.
little teacher from the eastern town
ship came, to 'Southfeld school, Mrs
Motherwell knew at. one glance tina
Tom would learn no good from her. Sh
was such a. Eighty looking thing !'Flow
ers on the under side of her hat!
So poor Tom grew up a clod OF tn
valley. Yet Mrs. Motherwell woul'
tell you, '".Our Tom'll be the riches
man in these parts. He'll. get ever.
cent we have and all the land, too ant
I guess there wont be many that cal
afford to turn up their noses ut on
Tom. And, mind ye, Tom can tell I
horse as we'll as the next one, and he
a boy that won't waste nothin', no
like some we, know. Look at then
Skaters now! Fred and George hav,
been off to college two years, big over
grown .hulks they are, and young Pete
Is going to the Agricultural College II
Guelph this winter and the old mar
will hire "A man to take care OF thu
stock and him with three boys Of hi
own. Just as il a boy can learn about
farmin' at a college And the way then
girls dress and the old lady, too, ant
her not able to speak above a whisper
| The old lady wears IN ostrich feathe,
in her. bonnet. and they're a terrible
| costly thing. I hear. Mind you they
only keep six cows, and they send every
| drop. they don't use to the creamery.
Everybody can do as they like. I sup.
pose, but ! know'thcyW 60 to the wal
and they deserve it, too
And yet. g