The gazette-times. [volume] (Heppner, Or.) 1912-1925, 1920-08-19

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Il haven't said anything has hap.
pened, have II"
sally Sue pulled her pink apron
down over her fat knees with a jerk.
Didn't Aunt Harriets voice sound
queer? Al CRAFTY and Sohhy' But
Sally Sue mustn't call her Aunt
Harriet now. She had told Sally Sue
that only that very morning"
And now Aunt-MiSs Harriet was
telling mother she hadn't said any
thing had happened,
ont from the window doated moth
er'S voice: why do you work your
self sick over that enormous center
piece, HARRIET The colorS are lovely,
and your work is exquisite, hut if you
left those autumn shades without all
that extra padding and embroidery,
and got some fresh air. and got things
fixed with Merton. wouldn't you be
happierT"
Sally Sue couldn't understand the
biggest words, but she understood the
tone quite well. Then she heard Miss
Harriet say clearly: ~ shall never be
happy again. But there's no sense in
my not finishing this thing, is there?
/ can sell it. I've got to have some
gold thread, though. And you can't
get it in this little old town, can you?'
So Aunt Harriet wasn't happy at
all.
"Jes' s soon S the mailman comes.
Harwiet, we're goin' of - confded
Sally Sue softly 10 the doll in her
arms. Course We can get some gold
fred in this oil town."
Here's the mailman" shouted Sally
Sue. And mother ran out to the box.
There was only one letter this morn
ing, and that was for Aunt-MisS Har-
riet.
Standing in the doorway, Sally Sue
saw all the white come into pretty
auntie's face. and she saw her just
tear the envelope open.
He says he's sorry he-dldn't un-
derStand-and the c%enterpiece is very
pretty said Aunt Harriet. and then
she crumpled all up in mothers arms.
Il don't ever want TO see Merton Iry-
ing again y said Miss Harriet distinct
ly. But I'm going to finish that CEN
terplece. If | never do another thing"
Sally Sue tiptoed down the steps.
"She said she'd never be happy, and
she's got to have some gold fred"
she whispered to doll Harriet.
Down the lane trudged Sally Sue,
yer the hill and did not stop till she
reached the big red barn on the edge
of the meadow.
"Oo-oo-Uncle Merit" shouted Sally
Sue. 10000" painted Sally Sue, as
the big curly-haired mar strobe in
sight. i've got to have some gold
fred. Please, you take me TO the lit
tie place down your lane where 1t
grows, you know, Uncle Merit. The
teeny white flowers with the leetle
gold roots. Aunt-Miss Harwiet says
she'll never be happy till she's got
some gold fred. Don't pinch my arms
like that. You hurt, Uncle Merit"
said Sally Sue.
"She shall have some gold thread,
bless her heart!" said Uncle Merton
cheerfully, land wen take it over to
her in the democrat wagon, Sally
Sue!"
A very worried mother and a very
worried Miss Harriet met them under
the lilac bush.
You give It to her" said Sally Sue
with marvellous insight, ~ can't lift
IT."
sally Sue said You wanted some
gold thread. and / called that your an
swer to my note that meant you do
like our outdoor good times better
than sewing up things, even if they
are most as handsome as you. Harriet,
beloved"
Sally Sue stared, and found herself
gathered into three pairs of arms.
And Sally Sue heard the funniest jun
bic Oft was gold embroidery
thread for the old centerpiece I said
| wanted. But I'm going to leave the
thing unembroidered, and be your pal,
Merit, dearest. And It was really the
flowers | wanted most, after ALL"
Then a mans voice, The ring-dear
girl-here.n And mothers voice, "0f
all the silly quarreIs, because he
thought she sewed too much and
didn't Ike TO chum around any more,
and she thought if he didn't appre-
clate the centerplere she was doing
for their living room. he wasn't worth
looking at" And then, two or three
vUices-"All Quarrels are silly any
way" Then everybody seemed to be
kissing everybody else.
"Er-er-Miss Harwiet," said Sally
Sue suddenly, "Uncle Merit used to
bring teeny little cimmononny balls,
and my dolls Jest got to have a sis
ter"
"And you're going to have an Aunt
Harriet laughed everybody all at
once.
And the wee lilac buds nodded sage
ly In the breeze over the gold thread
blossoms,
The klrplsne In Politics.
Mr.. Holman, the former New South
Wales premier, rejoices In the huge
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