The weekly Iberian. (New Iberia, La.) 1894-1946, 1922-05-13

tried to arrange it in an orderly
fashion.
| There, ma'am-that looks pretty
good!' he finally announced with
| some pride.
| Tabitha made an involuntary ges-
| ture OF aversion. Rachel laughed out
right; then her face grew suddenly
stern.
boy, what do you mean by such
| actions" she demanded
His eyes fell and his cheeks showed
red through the tan.
Il was hungry"
but didn't you know II was steal
| ing? she asked, her face softening.
i didn't stop to think-it looked so
good 1 couldn't help takin' It," He
| dug his bare toes in the grass for a
| moment in silence, then he raised his
| head with a jerk and stood squarely
on both feet. Il hain't got any money,
| but I'll work to pay for Infringing
| wood in or somethin'."
1.-The dear child!" murmured two
voices softly.
I've got to find my folks, sometime,
| but I'll do the work first. Mebbe an
hourll pay for Utmost He looked
hopefully into Miss Rachels face.
"WhO are your folks?" she asked
huskily.
BY way Of answer he handed out a
soiled, crumpled envelope for her in
specton, on which was written, "Rev
John Hapgood."
"Why-it's father!"
what" exclaimed Tabitha.
Her sister tore the note open with
shaking fingers.
ITS from-Paul!" she breathed,
hesitating a conscientious moment
over the name. Then she turned her
startled eyes on the boy, who was r.
| garding her with lively interest.
do belong to your he asked anx-
iously.
IL don't know. Who are you
what's your nameY'
Ralph Hapgood."
Tabitha had caught up the note and
was devouring it with swift-moving
eyes.
ITS Paul's boy, Rachel" she broke
in; "only think Of it-Paul's boy !"
and she dropped the bit of paper and
enveloped the lad in a fond but tear
full embrace.
He squirmcd uneasily.
I'm sorry eat up my own folks
things" I'll go to work any time, "
he suggested, trying to draw away,
and wiping a tear splash from the
back Of his hand on his trousers.
But it was long hours before Ralph
! Hapgood was allowed to 'go to work. /"
His story was quickly told. His
mother was long since dead, and his
| father had written on his dying bed
| the letter that commended the boy
SO soon to be orphaned-to the pity
| and care of his grandparents. The
sisters trembled and changed color at
the story Of the boys hardships on the
| way to FairtOwn;
That evening when the boy was safe
in bed clean. full-stomached, and
sleepily content, the sisters talked it
over. Rev. John Hapgood. in his will,
| had cut off his recreant son with the
proverbial shilling, SO, by law, there
was little coming to Ralph. This. how
ever, the sisters overlooked in calm
| disdain.
1--WE must keep him anyhow" said
Rachel with decision.
"Yes, indeed-the dear child.
Hes twelve, for all he's SO small,
but he hasn't had much schooling. We
must see to that-we want him well
educated" continued Rachel, pink
spot showing in either cheek.
"Indeed we do-we'u send him to
college! I wonder, now, wouldn't he
like to be doctor"
Perhaps" admitted the other eau
tiously, "or minister"
"Sure enough-he might like that
better; I'm going to ask him!" and
she sprang to her feet and tripped
across the room to the parlor-bedroom
door. Ralph" she called softly, after
turning the knob, "are you asleepr
Huh? N-no, ma'am." The voice
nearly gave the lie to the words.
swell, dear, we were wondering
would you rather be a minister or a
doctor?" she asked. much as though
she were offering for choice a peach
and pear.
"A doctor! came emphatically from
out Of the dark-there was no sleep
in the voice now. "Tve always wanted
to be doctor"
"You shall, oh, you shalt" promised
the woman ecstatically, going back to
her sister; and from that time all their
lives were ordered with that one end
In view.
The Hapgood twins were far from
wealthy. They owned the homestead,
but their income was small, and the
added mouth to fill-and that hungry
one-counted. As the years passed,
Hubby came less and less frequently to
help in the kitchen, and the sisters
gowns grew more and more rusty and
darned.
Ralph. boylike, noticed nOthing-in-
deed, half the year he was away at
school; but as the time drew near Tor
the college course and Its attendant
expenses, the sisters were sadly
troubled.
"We might SELL" suggested TaDitna,
q little choke In her voice.
Rachel started.