Evening star., 1934-09-02
IT Took a Good Deal to Make AnabeI
Realize That Luther Really Loved Her.
AtLast, When She Came to Her Senses,
She Could Not Doubt 1t.

window that opened onto the
east porch. Here Luther's mother
used to sit in her gay cretonne-covered
chair, looking out to the river, over the
patch of Princes Feather, crimson in
the Fall, green in the Spring.
The window was closed against the
crisp Spring air, the blue curtains partly
drawn, and a fire was spluttering in
the CRATE. It's warmth made Anabel
forget that she had gone to bed cross
at Luther because he had suggested that
she make over some of his mothers old
dresses for herself, instead of spending
money for new cloth.
Fifteen minutes later, when Luther
came striding long -leggedly in from the
shed, bearing an enormous armful of
wood, coffee was bubbling and bacon
kissing in the iron skillet. Anabel saw
it was green wood Luther had cut. 1t
was also green wood that had burned
hiSSingly in her bed room CRATE.
Thoughtfully, Anabel poured the coffee
and dished the oatmeal LutherS old
mother had told her three years before,
when Luther was going about with
Calvin Brewster's daughter over at
Center Dorset, Luther is good as gold,
but he is terrible saving. He won't ever
be happy with that girl, nor she with
him"
Anabel put down the sugar bowl hur-
riedly. It seemed to her she could hear
the soft old voice again: "Now if he was
to take to nice girl like you, one who's
used to work and to going without"
That day she had run home all but
crying because she was ashamed of
herself, plain, dark little thing, with
no money at all, to be falling in love
with handsome Luther Lee.
And then, one day, Mrs Lee had failed
to wake from her afternoon nap Shortly
after the funeral Luther had come to
her to thank her for being so good to
his mother while she was sick. Someway
that started it all. Luther had stopped
going with Cora Brewster and had begun
taking Anabel around. About that time
her uncle Abner got all his back pension
and sold his slate quarry up at Dorset.
Folks in the Dorsets whispered that this
was why Luther fell in love with her.
OF course, she hadn't believed it. Now,
as she poured Luther second cup Of
coffee, she couldn't seem to stop won-
dering if it might be that Luther
thought she'd have lot of money when
her uncle died. Anabel Shivered.
Don't you feel well this morning,
Anabel? You look sort of troubled"
Anabel forced herself to look up into
Lnther's big brown, anxious eyes. How
nice they were, and clean.
'Oh, Luther" she said, breathlessly,
"if I'd only brought you money you'd
not have to try so hard to make the old
farm pay. You could just open the
quarry again on big scale! II think
wife ought to bring her husband some
thing"
"Shucks!" mumbled Luther, embar-
rassed, his eyes averted. But to Anabel's
Gharp ears there was evasion In his
voice.
"Iu make over the old dresses" she
hurried on. "I'm sorry I was 80 fussy
sbout them last night. It seemed kind
0-wicked-because I loved your mothes,
too, Luther!"
That's the very reason It's right for
you to have them!" Relief was IN
Auther's voice.
Anabel said nothing. She was re-
membering just then what old Mrs. Lee
had said about her things-an but the
paisley shawl and the furs-about want