The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1921-06-08

brothers eyes from the bright bow
down to the little face looking so
eagerly after the vanishing CLEAN of
color. His sister was just the size OF
the other little girl and would look
quite as well with "a whole gang of
bow" about her neck, and he felt CON
fdent that she, too, could carry book
in her two arms with equal pride and
self-possession, and perhaps, o, won
derful thought, some day she might
be able to read those magic words, il
only she could go to SCHOOL, Why
not? Ii had never been done in his
family yet; but why shouldn't one of
them go to school? Precious had a
thin" head Why shouldn't he get
the money himself and send herr The
Idea was wild, impossible, but for a
luminous light into his dull, somber
eyes.
why, Stormy what make yo' eye
so shinylike? think coma (you) must
been got de feverp exclaimed the
little girl
Stormy turned quickly away and
gave his boat an impatient shove
which sent it on the opposite mud
bank "Dere, Precious, run on, chile,
40 mustn't mind me anyhow. | got
an Idea jes den an | done fear it
might left me-"
was it in yo' head or in yo' stom-
ach?" asked the child curiously. at
look like it might hurt some, an |
should tink yo' might be glad for to
have it leften coma"
Stormy shook his head, but made
no reply as he pulled away, leaving
the little girl on the shore gazing
after him with tiny quicker on her
brow and a puzzled look in her round
bright eyes.
81 clare" she murmured to herself,
as she hoped along first on one foot
then on the other; 81 hope Stormy
amt been got another spell of de
fever. Idears, Idears," she repeated
rhyhmically, as she hoped and skip
ped along, kicking up the deep sand
of the road with her bare feet "Idears.
| wonder how dey feels an if dey
hurts muchl"
Meantime Stormy was struggling
with his Idea, and it hurt good deal.
The Idea had almost taken possession
of him, when the five-dollar school fee
doomed up large and threatening, and
in the struggle that ensued between
the two, Stormy's mind was sadly
wearied and confused
"Why shouldn't Precious go to
school," clamored the Idea. "Why
not! Why shouldn't she learn to read
and write and wear a red bow and be
like other children?"
"Too poor" muttered Five Dollars.
"Too poor, you can't do it"
But" urged the Idea, "there are
other poor children who go to school
Look at all the four Frazier children
going to school every day and they
are fatherlessp' "Well," interrupted
the Five Dollars "you are not much
better off. for your father, is only a
fisherman"
AT least try and find out how they
get the money, and see if you can't
give Precious chance"
mo USE" grimly answered the Five
Dollars, their mother wants them to
go to school and give them the time
and chance to earn their school fee.
while your parents don't care whether
their children know anything or not
as long as they can be kept at home
to work" So it went on, and Five
Dollars had the last word.
1t was almost dark when he finally
landed his boatload of grass and car
ried it on his head across the low,
wet marsh land to the little cabin he
called home. for his portion of grits
and the nights shelter.
Reluctantly he pushed open the
door that was hanging on one hinge
and entered the cabin. The dirt and
disorder were indescribable.
Precious sat in one corner of the
room holding the week-old baby in
her arms His stepmother, a coarse
looking, heavy-eyed woman, was
crouching near the chimney place. She
did not raise her eyes as Stormy en-
tered, but exclaimed in harsh, loud
voice: Laws sakes. Stormy, oona
might fur keep dat door shet! Amt
oona been shum | got de fever?"
Stormy swung back the door but
made no reply He crossed over to
where Precious sat and looked down
modify at the little bundle in her
arms.
Precious stopped in her little lula
by song to whisper: "How do dat
Idea feels by now, Stormy? Am it all
well?"
"Ain't got no Idea" returned
Stormy sorrowfully in the same low
tone. 1T done dead long ago." In
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