Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1923-06-22

lining Else ene na0 tried. She love,
most everybody, but she hates you
She says she don't know why tn,
Lord ever"
'Lettiel"
The one word had an ASTONISHING
enect-not merely upon Lettie bul
upon Mr.. Wopple. His conduct under
went immediate reversal. He did no,
glance at Mrs. Penfeld, who had come
quietly around the house and was
still standing on the community
walk; rather, his attention was wholly
absorbed by matters In his own yard.
| With nervous jerks he detached the
old hose and coiled 1t carefully, an
operation noticeably contrary to his
custom.
AS for Lettie. Mrs.. Penfeld's voice
had been to her like the breaking OF
spell. She went suddenly limp
Rage dropped out of her face; frenzy
released its hold of her muscles: a
strange expression took the place of
anger In her eyes-an expression of
realization, Of frightened dismay.
"Lettie, go into the house"
Lettie went.
For brief space Mrs. Penfield did
not move. Her troubled eyes Travelled
from one bit Of testimony to another.
IT'S a nice day, Mis- Penfeld, amt
itT volunteered Mr.. Wopple ingra-
tiatingly.
She did not reply; she seemed not
to hear. Slowly she came forward.
you seem to have watered a lot
in one place." she observed presently.
"And thank you for sprinkling my
yard, too"
"Well. now, see here Mis- Penfield,
you wait a minute and I'll tell you
how twas"
at isn't necessary" she interposed.
'Lettie'n tell me-"
"Sure she'll tell you her side. But
you can't trust a little vixen like
that"
81 can always trust Lettie, Mr..
Wopple. That's the reason got
faith in her. So long as you can trust
q person, you got something mighty
firm to pin to. One thing like bout
Lettie is: she don't never try to hide
behind somebody else"
Say, now, 1 want Say, Mis-
Penfeld- Say"
But she had gone.
In the kitchen Mrs. Penf1eld found
Lettie, down on the floor, grading the
small Fill Caesar in her arms, Groom
Ing and sobbing In a remarkable COM
bination.
20 Penzie. his legs broke, and I'm
fraid he's killed inside. See, he
won't let me touch 1t. Darling FIJI |
Crink neverIl forgive me. Oh, I
visit L"
Let me take him, Lettie. Get me
he liniment and cloth out Of the |
,iece bag. Filibuster's bout the SIM
,lest problem of the afternoon"
But when FIJI Caesar had acquired
he badge of honorable injury and
,een inyalided to an old rug by the
loor. Lettie's anxiety, subsiding at
ne point, bulged out at another.
"What you going to do with me.
'enzie?"
81 do not know" admitted Mrs. Pen
eld YEARLY.
tim awful sorry, Penzie. You
ee. he-he makes me so mad "
"Yes. 1 should judge he did. Now
epIn at the beginning and tell me
hat happened"
Lettie complied, with faithful 3D.
ervance of sequence and a realistic
,uch on all details. Hes a mean
,an." she concluded vehemently. He
cts me going"
Mrs. Penfeld, sitting on the end OF
,e wash bench, watched her grayely'
..This is a serious matter Lettie. DO
III realize that you have destroyed ,
-opertyT ;
~ didn't mean to do that. Penzie. / Z
can't" 4
Eyes. you intended 10 injure hui !
an being. That Is far more seri- .
u.s." n
sOb not really injure" protested
.tne "And besides. didn't he hit q
I CaesarY she added hotly
Mrs. Pendeld sighed. Come here 4
title, | want 20 tell you something !
bain't never told you how IL makes i
. feel when you Lose your temper a
= ~ ,hese awful fhlngs. ! keep my
allngs inside me, bur J got 'em lusl =
: same. And II you keep on llNs $.
3. you'll get me going too' rag h.
d ever thought N thai1 No" N.sp d.
ne don't 40 the way , want 'em h,
No thls afternoon, for Instance N
4 aoi MAD as you DO. end fvpeF N
4 IA eslpihlng 'round. AZ yol knoN
.ai \ would moan ~ your lf
..iiies fare Ahliened the color \
.n.ea oui M hol llpF bog hlafA |
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