Emmons County record., 1922-07-06

In4UL1y III the OlSLdQCe SOUQO0O In0
6rst sweet notes Of the professional
Ethel stirred slightly and threw
meaning glance at her aunt. The
woman met the look unflinchingly.
''Them amt no boysl" she whis-
pered tartly.
Nearer and nearer swelled the Choir
us until the leaders reached the open
doors. Miss Wetherby gave one look
at the white-robed singers, then she
reached over and clutched Ethel's
fingers.
'They be!-and in their nighties,
toor she added In q Mortified whis.
per.
One Of the boys had solo In the
anthem that morning, and as the
clear, pure soprano rose higher and
higher. Miss Wetherby gazed In undis-
guised awe at the young singer. She
noted the soulful eyes uplifted de.
voutly, and the broad forehead
framed in clustering brown curls. To
Miss Wetherby it was the face Of an
angel.
At dinner that day Miss Wetherby
learned that the soloist was Bobby
Sawyer" She also learned that he
was one Of Ethel's 'fresh-air" mission
children. and that. as yet, there was
no place for him to go for vacation.
THAT angel child with the heavenly
voice-and no one to take him int"
Miss Wetherby bethought herself Of
her own airy rooms and Towering
meadows, and snapped her lips to-
eether with sudden determination.
'Tll take him!" she announced
4ersely, and went home the next day
to prepare for her expected guest.
Early in the morning Of the first
: Monday in July, Miss Wetherby added
the finishing touches to the dainty
white bedroom upstairs. +sssssss.ss,aass., s,as
<:QeaS little soul-1 hope he'll like
4t r she murmured.
: On the fablk IN the corner were
hymn books. the great red-and-gold
Family Bible, and "Baxter's Saints
:, Rest"-the only reading matter suited
10 Miss Wetherby's conception Of the
mind behind those soulful orbs up.
raised in devout alteration.
Just before Ann started for the
station Tommy Green came over to
leave his pet dog, Rover, for Miss
Wetherby's "fresh-air" boy to play
with.
.Now, Thomas Green" demonstrated
Ann severely, ''you can take that dir
~ dog right home. l won't have him
around. Besides. Robert Sawyer amt
the kind Of boy you be. He don't
care fur sech things-1 know he
don't"
Half an hour later, Ann wetherby,
her heart humping loudly against
her ribs, anxiously scanned the pas.
sengers as they alighted at Slocum.
vile station. There were not many
an old man, two girls. three or four
women, and small, dirty boy with a
4dirtter dog and a, brown paper parcel
in his arms.
He had not come!
Miss Wetherby held her breath
and looked furt1vely at the small
hog. There was nothing familiar in
his appearance, she was thankful to
say! He must be another one for
somebody else. Still, perhaps he
might know something about her own
angel boy-she would ask.
Ann advanced warily. with disap-
proving eye on the dog.
little boy, can you tell me why
Robert Sawyer didn't Gomez she
asked severely.
The result Of her cautious question
dieccncerted her not a little. The boy
dropped the dog and bundle to the
platform, threw his hat In the air
ana capered about In Wild glee.
IA, there, Bones We're all right,
Aelly-but I thought we were side
tracked, fur surel"
adlss wetherby sank b limp disma!
TO box Of freight near blythe bare'
fsad disclosed the clustering BROW
.emss and broad forehead, and tn
eyes uplifted 70 the whirling hat com
rleted the teli-tale picture.
TIE urchin caught the hat deftl
IN de back Of his head. and prance'
mp b Ann with his hands in hi
pockets.
~Gee-whisl ! n1arm-but though
you'd flnnked fur sure. reckoned M
an' Bones wss barkin' up the wronl
tree this hme. It looked q e We,
come to jumpin'-on place. an .you''
e4xen us the slip. I'm Bob mysel1
- zee, an I've come an right r.
Are You Bpber eawyerr sh
;:1asped. i; u, . II
.Jest ye hear that B0nesi' laushs'
ne boy ahrirls, caperlnx seaisd IN.
ruspd the frnall dog afain: .'.I1 RI
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