News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1922-11-01

"Why Must You Wait, DarIingT
love you. You know you're the only
woman have ever loved, or ever could
| lover
Yes, just like that he said it-thal
awful leland to my mother. My
stars! Do you suppose l waited to
hear any more? l guess not!
l fairly tumbled off my seat, and
my book dropped with bang, as
ran forward. Dear, dear, but how they
did jump-both of them And l guess
they were surprised. l never thought
hOwt was going to affect them-my
breaking in like that. But l didn't
wait-not minute. l just started
right in and began to talk. And l
talked hard and fast, and lots Of 1t.
don't know now what | said, but
know l asked him what he meant by
saying such an awful lie to my mother,
when he'd Just said the same thing,
exactly most, to Theresa, and he'd
Rugged her and kissed her, and every
thing. I'd seen him. And
But 1 didn't get chance to say half
I wanted to. l was going on to tell
him what thought Of him; but Moth
er gasped out, Marie! Marie Stop!"
And then l stopped. | had to, of
course. Then she said that would do,
and l might go to my room. And l
went. And that's all l know about it,
except that she came up, after a little,
and said for me not to talk any more
about 1t, to her, or to any one else;
and to please try to forget it.
l tried to tell her what I'd seen,
and what I'd heard that wicked, deep
dyed villain say but she wouldn't let
me. She shook her head, and said,
"Hush, hush, DEAR" and that no good
could come of talking of 1t, and she
wanted me to forget it. She was very
sweet and very gentle, and she smiled
but there were stern corners to her
mouth even when the smile was there.
And l guess she told him what was
what Anyhow, know they had quite
a talk before she came up TO me, for
l was watching at the window for him
to 60; and when he did go he looked
very red and cross and he stalked
away with a never-will-I-darken-t
door-again kind Of step, just as far as
i could see him.
| don't know, of course, what will
happen next, nor whether he'll ever
come back for Theresa but l shouldn't
think even she would want him, after
this, If she found out.
And now, where's my love story com
ing In, l should like to know?
TWO DAYS AFTER CHRISTMAS
Another wonderful thing has hap
pened. I've had a letter from Father
from Father Ia letter-me
1t came this morning. Mother
brought it in to me. She looked queer
"a little. There were two red spots
in her cheeks, and her eyes were
very bright.
81 think you have a letter here from
your father" she said. handing 1t
out.
She hesitated before the "your ia
Their" just as she always does. And
t isn't hardly ever that she mentions
his name, anyway. But when she does,
she always stops a funny little minute
before it, just as she did today.
could see she was wondering what
could be In 1t. But l guess she wasn't
wondering any more than / was, only
was gladder to get 1t than she was,
suppose. Anyhow, when she saw
how glad 1 was, and how l jumped for
the letter. she drew back, and looked
somehow as If she'd been hurt, and
said:
81 did not know, Marie, that a letter |
from-your father would mean so
much to you"
don't know what I did say to that |
l guess / didn't say anything. I'd al |
ready beguRDto read the letter. and |
was in such a hurry to find out what |
he'd said.
III copy it here. II wasn't long.
II was like this: