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Auttaja. [volume] (Ironwood, Mich.) 1906-19??, 1920-01-15
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Auttaja. [volume] (Ironwood, Mich.) 1906-19??, 1920-01-15

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The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1920-08-16
When He Came to the Rescue

eager for a change from the monot- ony of silence and his book.
 At supper there was a squabble be- tween the Bostwicks. "A cat in this place, where there's hardly room for humans!" cried Mrs. Bostwick. Well. I guess not!"
 And I guess yes," said her husband. firmly "That little mite of kitten won't be in anybody's way. Not in mine or Minty's, anyhow. If he gets in yours or Miss Snook's-why, you'll have to make the best of it. If this cats good enough for a feller to risk his life for, it's good enough for us to keep. That's how, Salena."
 At half past Minty heard her uncle calling her from the top of the stairs which led into the workroom. Her aunt was in the shop with a customer, so instead of asking permission, she simply laid aside her work and went upstairs.
 The man who had saved the kitten was with her uncle, and he looked quite different now that he was warm
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By Abner Anthony

back. She brought the kitten to show him. See how warm and sleepy it is! And I'm to keep it, uncle says.'
 T say that cat a mans risked his life for is worth sore: hing" main tained MT. Bostwick.
 He began to talk about his ranch and his wheat and the country in gen. eral. And the more he talked the more interested Minty became
 After that it became a settled thing for Abram to stop in to see NIr. Bost- wick every evening. And Minty al- ways called upstairs for as long as her aunt would let her stay.
 One warm evening she found Abram on the little balcony caress;ng the kit ten that sat on the rail beside him. MT. Bostwick was nowhere in sight.
 'HThis is regular Alberta night" Abram said. I'm going back pretty soon. Tell me, Minty, dear, do you suppose you'd like to live where there wasn't anything much to see but a wheat field and a few ponies and a dog and an old man and-and-me?"
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into the room as though sure of a cor dial welcome.
 "Joshua's wife," ejaculated Mrs. Ellison, as she, too, rose to greet the newcomer. who put up sweet. cheer full face, framed in blonde curls. to be kissed. and. at the same time said. eagerly: "Oh, have such good news for you that Joshua said I had better come and tell 1t myself, instead of writing"
 Young Mrs. Ellison was so intent on her pleasant mission that she did not notice Eliza, who stood motionless in a corner until her mother-fn-law said, coldly: :'This is Joshua's sister. Eliza, Elizabeth"
 Then the glowing, happy face was turned in the direction indicated, and its sowner cried, impetuously: "I am awful1y glad to meet you. Joshua has talked about you so much that I have already learned to love you" A hearty kiss sealed the introduction of the two young women.
 Mrs. Ellison sat with her lips firmly compressed and an expression of dis
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Eliza sighed, but said nothing. She had followed out some of her mothers ideas anent theAtreatment of husbands. and they had not proved as successful as the dutiful daughter had anticipat- ed.
 Didn't she offer to help you with the housework?" asked Eliza.
 "Yes." was the reply, "but would not let her. for knew if she did she would spend lot of her time after ward putting stuff on her hands and lying down 'to rest as she called 1t. never see such doin's before, and I was afraid I would have to speak my mind if she stayed much longer. Of course," she continued, "I didn't say anything to Joshua, but told your father that I doubted if he would ever get on in the world with a wife like that tied to him.
 Perhaps it won't make much diff ference, mother" returned Eliza, rath- CT bitterly. Sometimes it seems to me as if those that worked hardest made the least headway. For instance look at you and father. How hard you
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He sent his love-" said she, reading in the depths of Gabrie1la's faded blue eyes a story of thrilled hope and patient resignation.
 Winter came to force Gabriella from the garden, but she received Evan in the sunny library where green plants magical1y b1ossomed in the deep win dows. And they were very happy, those two. But one day Evan disturb ed the sweet tenor of things by an- nouncing: we are going away!"
 Gabriella breathed quickly. It seem ed she was living over again some old familiar hurt. ''To stay Evan?" she asked, her hand duttering against her bosom
 "No, indeed" laughed Evan, hingin g his little body in her arms. "I wouldn't stay from you. love you!"
 GabrielIa gazed into the brown eyes. Why-why did she love the strange lit tie boy so wel1?"
 "You see," chirped Evan, shy1y, pat ting her cheek, and relieved that cu- rious tension was over. "We are go- ing to see grandfather"
 Grandfather? His little grandson! :! Gabriella smiled happily as the sweet
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1920-08-16
The Sunshine of Little Face >,

stood on tiptoes, peeping wistfu1ly over the odorous hedge. Miss Gabriella was giving directions to Peter. who knelt stiffly beside flower bed.
 "I want to come inside" called Evan.
 Dear mel" duttered Miss Gabriel1a, bending upon Evan the faded loveli- ness of blue eyes. "Why, it's the new little boy"
 "I want to come inside" repeated Evan.
 Peter open the gate,' said Miss Gabrie1la.
 So with that Evan was ushered into the garden and into the heart of the old lady. Pretty soon the span of years between them was annihilated and they became inseparable, this lit tie boy from the north and old Gabri- ella. And, oh, the unbelievable sun~ shine Evan brought into her secluded life and Peters as well!
 One day Evan was sick, and his mother came to explain her boys ab- sence.
 modern bungalow near the brick house. No one interested him as much as the old lady who lived in the pretty flower garden. He called it the enchanted garden, and one particular morning he
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Heaping Goals of Fire

both have always worked and now, in your old age, you say you will lose the farm unless that $4,000 mortgage can be raised-'
 well, I don't know as we would have had any more money if had curled my hair, greased my hands, stayed abed day-times, and worn ma chine-made underclothes," snapped Mrs. Ellison, who had no patience with her daughters slight defence of Jeshua's wife.
 But further conversation between them was interrupted by MT. Ellison coming into the room. He held in his hand a letter, which. he gave to his wife, saying, drearily: My last hope is gone now. Brother Ben writes that he can not let me have the money, so the place will have to go." He sank down in a chair with an air of utter despair.
 Hasn't Joshua anything saved?" asked Eliza, after a moment of pain full silence.
 Mot a cent" snar1ed Mrs. Ellison. "He had a thousand dollars, but he
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way connected with the family they showered their warm hospitality upon him.
 And the boy and lovely Gabriella were thrown constantly together and the days were steeped with magic sweetness. They wandered in the green woodland, roamed the blossom ing countryside, gathered dewy roses in the early dawn. sat on the steps at dusk, singing snatches of love songs, laughing over mere nothings, thrilling if their hands chanced to touch, and time swept swiftly. exquisitely by.
 Finally he grew so strong that he actually forgot he had ever been i'll. Who could remain i'll in that habita- ton of birds and trees and flowers? :? Then one evening Gabriella heard him tell her mother that he could no long CT impose upon their generous hospi- tality. With futtering hand at her heart she marvelled at his curious composure, and choking a sob, she flew out to the garden. It was dusk and trembling shadows hovered every where. Any other time she would have been timid, but the torture she was en- during plotted out fear, and she won dered how she was going to live with
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1920-08-16
By Elsie Endicott

approval at such an ebulition of feel- ing toward stranger, but Farmer El- lison smiled, and looked already five years younger, while Eliza's careworn. sallow face was alight with a new in terest
 "Now," said Elizabeth, sitting down and addressing none in particular, but looking sympatheitcally at her father will tell my news. I have a draft for s4,ooo to pay off that dread full mortgage"
 "What!" exclaimed Farmer Ellison, incredu1ously.
 "Yes," said Elizabeth, ioyfu11y. "Since visiting you, I have been left $5,0O0 by the will of distant relative, and told Joshua that I should give you $4,000-with my love-" she added. with a sweet glad smile, handing the draft to Mrs. Ellison.
 The old lady took it. She did not speak, because she couldn't; but the eyes she turned on Joshua's wife were full of love. together with a mute prayer for forgiveness.
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thwarted in her desire. She hated Minty for her stupidity. You're good for nothing," she said over and over. "I wish I'd never bothered to bring you up, but had sent you to the home. You don't earn your salt. I should like to know what you expect to come to-"
 A creek ran back of the store at the foot of deep concrete wall. As she watched man came running along the wall. He had a long pole in his hand, and now she saw what he was after. A large box was floating down and in the box sat despairing kitten that stretched it's neck and apparently mewed to succor. A little in advance of the box the man threw himself fiat upon the wall and poised his pole. But an extra swirl took the box a lit tie farther away, and the pole was not long enough. Then, with a quick mo- tion, he slipped down the wall into the sur1y flood. A few strokes and he had the kitten.
 h.inty gave cry and turned white.
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and dry and well dressed. He was only twenty-seven or eight, and Minty thought she had never seen any eyes so pleasant as those gray ones of his set in his brown face.
 Here's the girl" ME Bostwick said. "Minty's( my niece, Abram, and she's about the only thing that makes life worth living to me. Her aunt's trying to make milIiner out of her, but Minty never was cut out for a hat maker. Minty, this here's Abram Drew. Maybe you don't remember, but when we lived up on Ogden street his folks had the corner house. His moth CTS dead and he and his father are ranching it out in Alberta. Abrams here for few weeks of business. Set down, Abram, and you, too, Minty. I want you young folks to get acquaint- ed"
 T feel as though we were acquaint- ed already" said Abram, smiling at Minty.
 we ought to be after that adven- ture of yours,' replied Minty, smiling
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As Miss Shook glanced up, startled, Minty went out the back door. As she reached the wall the man came over 1t with the kitten against his drip ping breast. His face was as white as Minty's. He saw her and held the kitten toward her. Minty took the forlorn, shivering, drenched little creature, but her great concern was for the man. The water was icy cold and a smart wind was blowing. She did not dare ask him into the house. What could she do? From the pull ley line near dangled blanket that had been hung out to air. She snatched it loose from the pins. "Here!" she said to the man, Put this around yu!"
 He smiled as he wrapped himself in 1t. Take care of the kitten. I'll re- turn this later," he said.
 She went on upstairs with the kit ten. The Bostwicks lived upstairs over the shop. Her uncle sat by the fire reading.
 What you got there?" he asked.
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marry" Eliza repressed a smile. Perhaps there would not be so many divorces if they did"
 "Why don't you like her, mother ?" persisted Eliza. Wasn't she nice to you?"
 "Yes, very" admitted Mrs. Ellison.
 Don't you think she is fond of Joshua and will try and make him happy and comfortable?" continued Eliza.
 well, guess you'd think so if you could see them together once," re- turned Joshua's mother, with consid- erable emphasis. "She caters to his vanity something fearful, and always does just exactly what he says. In fact, I shouldn't wonder mite if she would sit and see him smoke and not tell him the folly of his ways"
 "But, mother" remonstrated Eliza, eff man wants to smoke he will prob ably do it. His wife can't help it."
 "Wel1, she needn't countenance it. returned Mrs. Ellison. "And she can scold so he will not want to do it at home."
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she added to the chubby girl. As she stopped to open a drawer she breathed tartly over her shoulder to Minty. You get back into the workroom and sew for dear life."
 Minty fled. In the workroom Miss Shook, the city trimmer, was taking advantage of Mrs. Bostwick's absence by manicuring her nails. She hastily resumed work as Minty entered.
 You can finish this shtrring, Min ty, while do something else." she said loftily and tossed the work to- ward the girl.
 Minty had been making hats for four long years, and she had never yet learned which was the right side to trim nor why wisp of straw, ribbon, and roses should, when combined, make or mar a woman's happiness and her aunt's fortune. Consequently Mrs. Bostwick had no patience with her. It was her desire that Minty should learn the business thoroughly and be able to take the place and save the ex- pense of the trimmer, and she was
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~ ED Miss Gabrie1la belonged to
 .. the last century, when little
 side curls fell demurely over shell pink ears, and when ladies were looked upon as bits of Dresden china. Her world was the sanctuary of her garden, where she dreamed dreams of what might have been.
 Faithful black Peter. relic of those bygone days. cherished Gabrie1la's blighted romance as tenderly as did Gabriefla herself. It happened in the garden of the Doric pi1lared, brick house in the sweet springtime of Ga briella'slife. The garden is still there, screened from the street by hedge of fragrant boxwood and lavish with the perfume of cabbage roses and mignon- cite.
 Down to Gabriel1a's maple shaded, dreamy village came a youth at the close of the war. His delicate consti- tuition had prevented him from enlist ing. and Gabriella rejoiced in that fact. Had he fought against her beloved southland never could she have toler- ated him. So kind providence made him a semi-invalid. Gabriella's peo- pie were the sort to claim the remot- est kin. and as he was in some vague
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spent it all furnishing up a flat (apart-, ment, she calls it) for that fashionable wife of his. She had to have all those electric contraptions to save work and keep her hands white. She"
 "A thousand dollars wouldn't save us, mother" interrupted Farmer Elli- son, mildly. "I couldn't raise $3,O00 any better than could S4,000, and anyway Joshua ought to make his wife as comfortable as his means will all low"
 Means will allow" repeated Mrs. Ellison, with unnecessary emphasis. 'Why can't she work the same as I have done, and let Joshua save his money, instead of making him spend for vacuum cleaners, electric fandan- gles and everything else to help her dc her housework quick and have time to gad around?"
 A knock at the door interrupted Mrs. Ellison's flow of e1oquence Farmer Ellison rose to admit the vis- itor, and was speeches. with surprise as a young and pretty woman tripped
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said "I love you!" was supreme
 On the following Valentines Day Peter brought her big, square enve- lope. Gabriella knew who had sent it, not by the postmark, but by the ec- static throbbing of her heart. It was valentine exquisitely beautiful. with pink roses and hidden from other eyes, "I love you!"
 Faith? Renewed now a thousand fold. Would not other Valentine days come. When this one passed was not there the next to anticipate? Who could ridicule such faith? Not Gabri- e1le's people. And the years swept along and after a while they all pass ed from her life; leaving only herself and faithful Peter. So there she re- mained and faithful Peter. So there she remained in the brick house, sur rounded by the garden of golden mem cries, and believing herself in some mystical way welded to that sacred moment when he had whispered, "I love you!"
 Then Evan came. He was a little boy, with a grave, lovable face and as many years as he could count on one chubby hand. He had come from the north with his parents and taken a
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1920-08-16
By Phil Moore

truth of it dawned so curiously clear. And she kissed him very tenderly, very reverently, this little grandson Of his. And Evan went away.
 Peter did not bring the mail iu sack as in former years. A postman delivered it at the side door. So one morning-it was Valentines day-Ga- briella watched the uniformed person turn in the gate and he vas whissling a merry tune, as though his spirits were in keeping with the day. Direct ly Peter shuffed into the library, bear ing a square envelope on an ancient silver tray. The fragile fingers went to it trembling as they carefully slit the Hap and the face of Gabriella was like faintly tinted flower. ~
 It was nearly the same. The years, after all, make very little difference. There were the delicate pink roses, the dainty forget-me-nots and inside, T love you!"
 Do you know? We'll, she didn't, dear old Gabriel1a, serene in her dreams and memoriesi And what is more, she never knew, for who could shatter such sweet belief? Frail bit of Dres- den chinai
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I was just as bad off as ever what to do with it when I remembered the poster down at the store which said, Do your bit" and some more. l don't remember and then American Red Cross" So I knew right off I could give it to the Red Cross, because if mine it would be my bit, and if Mrs. A's-well it's the only way they would ever get it from her.
 And then I desided granma would be wondering about the eggs. and cross maybe, and I got up to go. Just then an auto stopped beside the tree with man and woman in it. So there was a cross on the hack of it; not red h-'+ green, so I thought it might be a
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MY ELL. mother, what did you
 " think of Joshua's wife?"

ELL, mother, what did you !" think of Joshua's wife?"
 asked Joshua's married sis- ter. who had just come home for a lit- tie visit.
 Joshua's mother did not answer im- mediately, but knitted vigorously, with an expression about her firmly compressed lips Eliza had seen several times before.
 They were sitting in the farm house kitchen and had finished wash ing the dinner dishes, Eliza having ar- rived in time for that meal, so that this was the first opportunity she had had to inquire about her brothers bride. Finally, the silence became un- duly prolonged. the younger woman again broke 1t by saying. "I judge you do not like hersssr >a @r5sts
 Mrs. Ellison pressed her thin lips even closer together, then answered slowly: Well, can not say she is just the girl should have picked out for Joshua if he had asked my advice; butSyouns men aEepnet apteto consult their mothers as to whom they shall
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out him.
 After while he came down the boxwood bordered path. Oh, the g1o ry of that moonlit evening, laden with the fragrance of sweet scented flow CTS! From the woodland came the quivering cry of catbird and the rythmical murmur of the strange lit tie things of the night.
 "Gabriella," he called, and the bird in the distance echoed the love note in his voice.
 "Ye-es," came her f1uttering reply.
 He made swift strides to her side "I am going away" he said abruptly, as though anxious to be rid of an un- pleasant communication. "I am going tomorrow, Gabriella."
 She made a futile effort to quiet her quick breaths, but of no avail. He had observed, and with a cry of joy he caught her hand. Suddenly their faces leaned together in the soft dusk and their lips touched.
 "I love you!" he whispered.
 Loved her! Certainly he loved her. And the next day, like the prince of old, he rode away.
 Promises? None were made. But Gabrie1la's faith in the boy who had