Browning chief. [volume] (Browning, Mont.) 1941-1953, 1941-07-25

Goodness! Where?"
1T had just flew into the kitchen
from outdoors
Then" said Miss Peel sharply, 1.-The
screen door must have been left open.
Eileen smiled tenderly down at her
mo, ma am The moth had a ride
on my shoulder as I carried In the
milk bottles. But I finished him with
the flat of my hand" Suddenly hel
voice had sounded soft and Irish.
Sitting alone again Miss Peel thought
for the hundredth time. what miracle
of good fortune it had been that she
had engaged Eileen quite casually al
an employment bureau just a fortnight
before her accident. She had barely
got her into her own ways when she
had had to leave everything to the
care of the girl-all her precious be-
longings that had been under this
roof for three generations She had not
even thought very well of Eileen at
the first. But how the girl had risen to
the emergency! And she would be re-
warded. Miss Peel often amused her
self by thinking of the nice things
she would do for Eileen. 1t seemed a
sin that such beautiful girl should
be lost in kitchen. What if she had
some special talent? Miss Peel had
heard her singing very sweetly in a
distant part of the house.
1t was surprising how strong she
felt. She was sure that the doctor
underestimate her strength She
wanted very much to get out of her
chair and walk about the room. all
by herself. She was tired of ringing
bells, of being waited on. She had a
feeling that the mother instinct was
so strong in Eileen that she enjoyed
making baby of her; wanted to con-
tinue to do so.
Well, she wasn't going to be coddled
any longer. She threw aside the rug
that lay across her knees and, sup
porting herself by the arms of the
chair, rose TO her feet.
She had not yet been about the
room alone. Now, with something of
the feelings of an adventurous child,
she explored every corner. She opened
drawers and fingered their contents.
She took out a gay scarf which she
would give Eileen that day.
She opened the door into the pas
sage and looked out. How odd her own
house seemed, as though it scarcely
belonged to her! But how clean the
stair carpet was and how shining the
paneS in the window! The window
looked onto the back garden where the
Swede who came once a week, was
wedding the flower border. He looked
very strong and virile with his sleeves
rolled up and the muscles showing on
his round arms. Miss Peel had an idea
that Eileen spent good deal of time
with him on the day he came to work.
But what could you expect? She was
young. She was human. Yes, there she
was, going across the grass to him,
her apron fluttering in the breezel
Miss Peel simply could not resist
going down the stairs. She said to
herself, Il must not go down the stairs.
The doctor would be very angry" Then,
as though against her will, she found
herself going down, very carefully, a
step at time.
At the bottom she stopped to admire
the picture Of the clipper in full sail
that had once belonged to her great
grandfather. He had been tough old
sea dog and she was not very fond
Of him, but she had always admired
the lovely ship.
She thought she would 60 into the
living room and rest a little. Then
she would ring for Eileen and get
her to help her up the stairs.
Softly she opened the door Of the
room and looked In. The blinds were
down and the room was almost dark