The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, November 25, 1900, Page 13

EDITH SE/fIONS TUPPER. called to his nswered ered. “Het- out mother, middlin’. Ben spells. They re mornin’ night before even worst iet s0?” Sim asked listlessly. Al- mira had been she drawled, “I was all choked un an’ dretful pains an’ chi an’ the -ord knows what; I jest toused and I know now im nigh my uliar an’ Seth, d ear death’s door I be, s the lake that o 5 Waal, then, I suppore my errant’s use- one, possessed s found. To- icitous. and all less. I co her could. n't come an’ pass a spell with ye—"" “Lordamassy,” shrieked Almira with i me king most eputable 1 5 L stove was broken, the pipe was s y had outdone stove v\;; l.nk(— 4 r:)l]. ,: on .the surprising vigor foriode who was at . " - point of DiNing. the SN Wav S With Loivs Mcer, Ul uw dwent. T AR cracked and broken dishes. A child or she thundered, y, By from tioe idee!. With my feeble health.’ ““Waal,” replled Simeon with a certain ng some greasy pork, and by the stove, with her head tied up wrath—f n that's fast comin’ o of B 2 ; ' . 72 in a tattered woolen shawl, sat a fades, ST'M Sense of humor, “be ye.so feeble arm . ye're burnin’ an' o, ipjess, wrinkled woman—his sister{ . _J¢t Ye cann't come over for Thanksgiv- SN when ye're scorchin’ pleadin’ for ome crop of In’ dinner? Hetty told me to ask ye. a-goin’ to kill the old gob— law, Almira. “How are ye, Almiry?” ing before morning fog h _tening, T'n was not bustling round. She had gone to cattle—anywhere, away from t at tremu. hayvin’ old folks around allus; but, Simmy, ‘T SHANT NEVER TAKE MOTHER DOWN THE RAVINE ROAD REJOINED HER HUSBAND DECIDED! Va4 1 (/K'/‘L. S “HAMDS UP"! “We'll be there,” sald Almirs. “An’ about your mother. I can't for the life of me see why ve don’t take her do: the e road. Tain't as if she would be d. The ‘%ld the county e well tak.a care of. An’ then, Hetty could more time for her church doin’s. To my notion, her talent hadn’t ought to be laid up in no napkin. Last time I was to evinin' meetin’ an’ and in consequence the house was un- usually still.. The oniy séund that dis turbed the quiet was a thia cracked volce and called out: that floated from ‘“mother’s” room; “Who's old lady was singing to herself: s him. The volce suddeniy ceasea, aud the little lady came to the door of her room ra ar? O, Simmy, ."" he answered awkw. is Hetty?” is that you?" rdly. “Whar folks to I'm going home No_more to roam, I'm going home to-morrow. Gone over to Plummer’s to set a spell,” sald the old lady, as she slowly crossed the kitchen and came to her son’'s side. Simeor stood listening in a dull, dazea h Hetty exhort, I declare it jest made STt Of @ way. He had not heard bis “Simmy, I don’t never have r ~hance fur my blood run cold. Seems to me thas MOther sing for yvears' And ds the ter visit ye, an’ there's one er ‘wo thingy thar hai't no comparison between por IUAVering voice sang on: Tr'a like ate to say ier ye, my son, she sald timidly. “Waal,” he answered huskilv nr an’ the elder. The elder's well enough, land! Hetty beats him all holler.” he’s hefty on prayer, too,” suggested husband with laudable pride. “Yaas,’w drawled Almira, “but strong holt is a exhortin’ sinners. could lay 'em all out on that.” P R B TR o No more to roam. No mere te year The brow of care, * T'm going home to-morrow. She hesitated a minute, then lald her Some way his thoughts went back to his thin, wrinkled hand—the hand that had childhood, and to the hour when sh: tolled for him—up-)p his arm. rocked him asleep with this very old “Ye've ben awful good ter me, Simmy, hymn. Suddenly the thought of what he fer many a year—you an’-Hetty. Hetty's was about to do flashed into his mind, bustlin’ an’ sharp sometimes, mebbe, but evening, it was singularly quiet. Every- and he turned ghastly white, and-great- she means well, an’ then Het: 's go plous thing was In order, floor swept, tins glis- drops of perspiration'started _rom his an’ God fearin’. Waal, what I wanted pper, table spread, but_ Hetty brow. He turned to go—to_the.barn—the- ter-say..was, I_know_it_haint pleasant “what 1s her She When Simeon entered his kitchen that a neighboring farm house to make a call, lous voice; but his heavy boots betrayed _ye won't have to bear muca loager with me. months. a-goin w no more. 1s an ague, he m who had turned deed the do. lady out very ge: with a bow of awkward cou: leading her up the steps, he said to the “Let me make you ac- Mr. gaping landlord: quainted with my adopted mother, . Brown. We will eat our Thanksgivin’ dine ner with you to-day.” T feel I sha Suthin’ ed, and, lifting th. gave He a s t stay many mo™e I'~ a-goin’ sooa out to see what awful an with the gun proposed to le old arm Then,