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Bellefonte, Pa. August 14, 1914.
The Story of Waitstill Baxter
: [Continued from page 2, Col. 4]
coming stranger, disappeared through
the open front door.
There ‘could be no retreat on her own
part now, thought Waitstill. She wish-
ed for a moment that she had made
this first visit under Ivory's protec-
tion, but her idea had been to gain
Mrs. Boynton’s contidence and have a
quiet friendly talk, such a one as would
be impossible in the presence of a
third person. Approaching the steps.
she called through the doorway in her
clear voice: “Ivory asked me to come
and see you one day, Mrs. Boynton. I
am Waitstill Baxter, the little girl on
Town House hill that you used to
know.”
Mrs. Boynton came from an inner
room and stood on the threshold. The
name “‘Waitstill” had always had a
charm for her ears, from the time she
first heard it years ago until it fell
from Ivory’s lips this summer, and
again it caught uer fancy.
“Waitstill!” she repeated softly.
“Waitstill! Does Ivory know you?”
“We've known each other for ever
80 long—ever since we went to the
brick school together when we were
boy and girl. And when I was a child
my stepmother brought me over here
once on an errand, and Ivory showed
me a humming bird’s nest in that lilac
bush by the door.”
Mrs. Boynton smiled. *Come and
look!” she wispered. .*“There is always
a humming bird’s nest in our lilac.
How did you remember?”
The two women approached the
bush, and Mrs. Boynton carefully part-
ed the leaves to show the dainty mor-
sel of a home thatched with soft gray
green and lined with down. *‘The birds
have flown now,” she said. “They were
like little jewels when they darted off
in the sunshine.”
Her voice was faint and sweet, as if
it came from far away, and her eyes
looked not as if they were seeing you,
but seeing something through you.
Her pale hair was turned back from
her paler face, where the veins show-
, ed like blue rivers, and her smile was
like the flitting of a moonbeam. She
was standing very close to Waitstill,
“Waitstill!
Does Ivory know you?”
closer than she had been to any wom-
an for many years, and she studied her
a little, wistfully yet courteously, as
if her attention was attracted by some-
thing fresh and winning. She looked
at the color ebbing and flowing in the
girl’s cheeks, at her brows and lashes,
at her neck as white as swansdown.
CHAPTER XIII.
Ivory’s Mother.
" HAD a daughter once,” she said.
“My second baby was a girl, but
she lived only a few weeks. I
need her very much, for I am a
great care to Ivory. He is son and
daughter both, now that Mr. Boynton
is away from home. You did not see
any one in the road as you turned in
from tke bars, I suppose?”
“No,” answered Waitstill, surprised
and confused, “but 1 didn’t really no-
tice. 1 was thinking of a cool place
for my horse to stand.”
“I sit out here in these warm after-
noons,” Mrs. Boynton continued, shad-
ing her eyes and looking across the
fields, “because I can see so far down
the lane. I have the supper table set
for my husband already, and there is
a surprise for him, a saucer of wild
strawberries I picked for him this
morning. If he does not come I al-
ways take away the plate and cup be-
fore Ivory gets here. It seems to make
him unhappy.”
“He doesn’t like it when you are
disappointed, I suppose,” Waitstill ven-
tured. “I have brought my knitting,
Mrs. Boynton, so that I needn't keep
you idle if you wish to work. May 1
sit down a few minutes? And here is
a cottage cheese for Ivory and Rod-
man and a jar of plums for you pre-
served from my own garden.”
Mrs. Boynton's eyes searched the
face of this visitor from a world she
had almost forgotten and, finding noth-
ing but tenderness there, said, with
just a trace of bewilderment: “Thank
you. Yes, do sit down. My work-
basket is just inside the door. Take
that rocking chair. I don’t have an-
= ing chair and sat down beside her on
other one out here because I have |
never been in the habit of seeing visi- '
tors.”
“I hope I am not intruding,” stam-
mered Waitstill, seating herself and
beginning her knitting to see if it
would lessen the sense of strain be-
tween them.
“Not at all. 1 always loved young
and beautiful people, and so” did my
husband. If he comes while you are
here do not go away, but sit with him
while I get his supper. If Elder
Cochrane should be with him you
would see two wonderful men. They
went away together to do some mis-
sionary work in Maine and New
Hampshire, and perhaps they will
come back together. 1 do not welcome
callers because they always ask so
many difficult questions, but you are
different and have asked me none at
all.”
“l should not think of asking ques-
tions, Mrs. Boynton.”
“Not that I should mind answering
them,” continued Ivory’s mother, “ex-
cept that it tires my head very much
to think. You must not imagine I am
ill; it is only that I have a very bad
memory, and when people ask me to
remember something or to give an an-
swer quickly it confuses me the more.
Even now I have forgotten why you
came and where you live, but I have
not forgotten your beautiful name.”
“Ivory thought you might be lonely,
and I wanted so much to know you
that I could not keep away any longer,
for I am lonely and unhappy too. I
am always watching and hoping for
what has never come yet. [ have no
mother, you have lost your daughter;
I thought—I thought—perhaps we could
be a comfort to each other.” And
Waitstill rose from her chair and put
out her hand to help Mrs. Boynton
down the steps. she looked so frail, so
transparent, so prematurely aged. “I
could not come very often, but if I
could only smooth your hair sometimes
when your head aches or do some
cooking for you or read to you or any
little thing like that as I would for my
own mother, if 1 could. I should be so
glad!”
Waitstill stood a head higher than
Ivory’s mother, and the glowing health
of her, the steadiness of her voice, the
warmth of her handclasp must have
made her seem like a strong refuge to
this storm tossed derelict. The deep
furrow between Lois Boynton's eyes
relaxed a trifle, the blood in her veins
ran a little more swiftly under the
touch of the young hand that held hers
so closely. Suddenly a light came into
her face and her lip quivered.
“Perhaps I have been remembering
wrong all these years,” she said. “It
is my great trouble, remembering
wrong. Perhaps my baby did not die
as I thought: perhaps she lived and
grew up; perhaps”—her pale cheek
burned and her eyes shone like stars—
“perhaps she has come back!”
Waitstill could not speak. She put
her arm round the trembling figure,
holding her as she was wont to hold
Patty and with the same protective
instinct. The embrace was electric in
its effect and set altogether new cur-
rents of emotion in circulation. Some-
thing in Lois Boynton’s perturbed
mind seemed to beat its wings against
the barriers that had heretofore oppos-
ed it and, freeing itself, mounted into
clearer air and went singing to the
sky. She rested her cheek on the girl's
breast with a little sob. “Oh, let me
go on remembering wrong!” she sigh-
ed from that safe shelter. “Let me go
on remembering wrong! It makes me
so happy!”
Waitstill gently led her to the rock-
the lowest step, stroking her thin hand.
Mrs. Boynion’s eyes were closed, her
breath came and went quickly, but
presently she began to speak hurried-
ly as if she were relieving a surcharg-
ed heart.
[Continued next week.]
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