The Oakley herald. [volume] (Oakley, Idaho) 1908-1961, 1923-04-20

She says she don't know why the
Lord ever {.
"Lettiel"
The one word had an astonishing
cffect-not merely upon Lettie but
upon Mr.. Wopple. His conduct under
went Immediate reversal. He did not
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. Penfield's voice
had been to her like the breaking of
a 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"
Lettle went.
For a brief space Mrs. Penfield did
not move. He troubled eyes Travelled
from n bit of testimony to another.
tits a nice day, Mis- Penfield, 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"
swell now, see here, Mis- Penfield,
you wait a minute and I'll tell you
how twas"
ut isn't necessary" she i~nterposed.
"LettieH 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 I got
faith in her. SO long as you can trust
a person, you got something mighty
firm to pin to. One thing l like bout
Lettie is: she don't never try to hide
behind somebody else"
Say, now, 1 want Say. Mis-
Penfield- Say"
But she had gone.
In the kitchen Mrs. Penfield found
Lettie, down on the floor. grading the
small Fill Caesar in her arms, Groom
bination.
20 Penzie. his legs broke, and I'm
'fraid he's killed inside. See, he
won't let me touch 1t. Darling Fill
.rink never1l forgive me. Oh, 1
wisht +" I
Let me take him, Lettie. Get me
the liniment and a cloth out of the >
piece bag. Filibuster's bout the SIM I
Dlest problem of the afternoon" q
But when Fill Caesar had acquired
he badge Of honorable injury and g
,een invaded to an old rug by the v
ioor, Lettie's anxiety, subsiding at d
me point, bulged out at another.
"What you going to do with me.
'enzie?'
81 do not know" admitted Mrs. Pen
ield YEARLY.
"T-I'm awful sorry, Penzie. You d
ee, he-he makes me so mad" (,
Eyes, l should Judge he. did. Now G
egin at the beginning and tell me II
happened" Il
Lettie complied, with a faithful OBJ y
ervance of sequence and a realistic m
ouch on all details. Hes a mean d.
she concluded vehemently. HE IL
cts me going" 81
Mrs. Penield, sitting on the end Of m
ne wash bench, watched her gravely,
loughtfully. e,
'sThis Is a serious matter Lettie. Do I'll
realize that you have destroyed
ropertyY ne
81 didn't mean to do that, Penzie. / be
cant"
Eyes. you intended to injure a hui &c
being. That is far more seri- re
pc
"Oh, not really injurei" protested m
sttie. "And besides, didn't he hit
Caesar7" she added holly. IN
Mrs. Penfeld sighed. "Come here, M
l want to tell you something. on
hain't never told you how 1t makes sh
e feel when you lose your temper IN
a do ,hesa awfuI things 7 kaan INV DIR
III uO litrC awful things Il http NY
elings inside me, but | got 'em Just pr
e same. And II you keep on like
Is, you'll get me going, too. Had So
u ever thought OF that? Now, when ma
lngs don't go the way l want 'em ogl
like this afternoon, for instance 10
l got mad as you do, and struck an
I at ev'rythlng round, do you know ioo
"a ~ could moan 70 vor2 ~
face whItened; the color
opped out Of her lips; her black
rs grew wild with fright. "You
.an-you'd send me-awayT" The
rds came slowly out Of her terror. L
Wouldn't IF / acted the way
j actY'
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