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Bellefonte, Pa., October 16, 1914.
The Story of Waitstill Baxter
[Continued from page 6, Col. 4]
in and put it on her bed to keep her
company while I came to watch for
you. Aunt Boynton let Mrs. Mason
braid her hair and seemed to like her
brushing it. It’s been dreadful lone-
some, and, oh, I am glad you came
back, Ivory. Did you find any more
spruce gum where you went this
time?’
“Pounds and pounds, Rod; enough to
bring me in nearly $100. I chanced on
the greatest place I've found yet. 1
followed the wake of an old whirlwind
that had left long furrows in the forest
—I've told you how the thing works—
and I tracked its course by the gum
that had formed wherever the trees
were wounded. It's hard. lonely work.
Rod, but it pays well.” :
“If I could have been there mayb
we could have got more. I'm good at
shinning up trees.”
“Yes, sometime we'll go gum nicking
together. We'll climb the trees like
a couple of cats and take our knives
and scrape off the precious lumps that
are worth so much money to the drug-
gists. You’ve let down the bars, I
see.”
‘“’Cause 1 knew you’d come tonight,”
said Rodman. “I felt it in my bones.
We're going ‘to have a splendid sup-
per.”
“Are we? That's good news.” Ivory
tried to make his tone bright and in-
terested, though his heart was like a
lump of lead in his breast. “It’s the
least I can do for the poor little chap,”
he thought, ‘when he stays as care-
taker in this lonely spot. I wonder if
I badn’t better drive into the barn,
Rod, and leave the harness on Nick till
I go in and see mother? Guess I will.”
“She’s hot, Aunt Boynton, hot and
restless, but Mrs. Mason thinks that’s
all.”
Ivory found his mother feverish, and
her eyes were unnaturally bright, but
she was clear in mind and cheerful,
too, sitting up in bed to breathe the
better, while the Maltese cat snug-
gled under her arm and purred peace-
fully.
“The cat is Rod's idea,” she said
smilingly, but in a very weak voice.
“He is a great nurse. I should never
have thought of the cat myself, but
she gives me more comfort than all
the medicine.”
Ivory and Rodman drew up to the
supper table, already set in the kitch-
en, but before Ivory took his seat he
softly closed the door that led into the
living room. They ate their beans
and brown bread and the mince pie
that had been the ‘‘splendid” feature
of the meal, as reported by the boy.
and when they had finished and Rod-
man was clearing the table Ivory
walked to the window, lighting his
pipe the while, and stood soberly look-
ing out on the snowy landscape. One
could scarcely tell it was twilight, with
such sweeps of whiteness to catch ev-
ery gleam of the dying day.
“Drop work a minute and come here,
Rod,” he said at length. ‘Can you
keep a secret?”
“Course I can! I'm chock full of ’em
now, and nobody could dig one of ’em
out 0’ me with a pickax!”
“Oh, well, if you're full you natural-
ly couldn’t hold another!” =
“I could try to squeeze it in if it's a
nice one,” coaxed the boy.
“I don’t know whether you’ll think
it’s a nice one, Rod, for it breaks up
one of your plans. I’m not sure my-
self how nice it is, but it’s a very big,
unexpected, startling ome. What do
you think—your favorite, Patty, has
gone and got married!”
“Patty! Married!” cried Rod, then
hastily putting his hand over his
mouth to hush his too loud speaking.
“Yes. She and Mark Wilson ran
away last Monday, drove over to Al-
lentown, N. H., and were married
without telling a soul. Deacon Bax-
ter discovered everything this after-
noon, like the old fox that he is, and
tureced Patty out of the house.”
“Mean old skinflint!” exclaimed Rod
excitedly, all the incipient manhood
rising in his ten-year-old breast.” “Is
she gone to live with the Wilsons?”
“The Wilsons don’t know yet that
Mark is married to her, but I met him
driving like jehu, just after I had left
Patty, and told him everything that
had happened and did my best to cool
him down and keep him from murder-
ing his new father-in-law by showing
him it would serve no real purpose
now.”
“Did he look married and all differ-
ent?’ asked Rod curiously.
“Yes, he did, and more like a man
than ever he looked before in his life.
We talked everything over together,
and he went home at once to break
the news to his family without even
going to take a peep at Patty. I
couldn’t bear to have them meet till he
had something cheerful to say to the
poor little soul. When I met her by
Uncle Bart’s shop she was trudging
along in the snow like a draggled but-
terfly and crying like a baby.”
‘Sympathetic tears dimmed Rodman’s
eyes. “I can’t bear to see girls cry,
Ivory. I just can’t bear it, especially
Patty.”
“Neither can I, Rod. I came pretty
near wiping her eyes, but pulled up,
remembering she wan’t a child, but a
married lady. Well, now we come to
the point.” .
“Isn’t Patty’s being married the
point?”
“No, only part of it. Patty’s being
sent away from home leaves Waitstill
alone with the deaeon, do you see?
And if Patty is your favorite, Waitstill
is mine. I mright as well own up 'to
that.”
“She’s mine, too,” cried Rod. *‘They
are both my favorites, but I always
thought Patty was the suitablest for
me to marry if she'd wait for me.
Waitstill is too grand for a boy!”
“She’s too grand for anybody, Rod.
There isn’t a man alive that’s worthy
to strap on her skates.” ,
“Well, she’s too grand for anybody
except”’— and here Rod’s shy, wistful
voice trailed off into discreet silence,
“Now, I had some talk with Patty,
and she thinks Waitstill will have no
trouble with her father just at present.
She says he lavished so much rage
upon her that there'll be none left for
anybody else for a day or two. And,
moreover, that he will never dare to go
too far with Waitstill because she’s so
useful to him. I'm not afraid of his
beating or injuring her so long as he
keeps his sober senses, if he’s ever
rightly had any. But I don’t like to
think of his upbraiding her and break-
ing her heart with his cruel talk just
after she’s lost the sister that’s been
her only companion.” And Ivory’s
hand trembled as he filled his pipe. He
had no confidant but this quaint, ten-
der hearted. old fashioned little lad, to
whom he had grown to speak his mind
as if he were a man of his own age,
and Rod, in the same way, had grad-
ually learned to understand and sym-
pathize.
“It’s dreadful lonesome on Town
House hill,” said the boy in a hushed
tone.
“Dreadful lonesome,” echoed Ivory
with a sigh; ‘and I don’t dare leave
mother until her fever dies down a
bit and she sleeps. Now, do you re-
member the night that she was taken
ill, and we shared the watch?”
Rodman held his breath. ‘‘Do you
mean you're going to let me help just
as if I was big?” he asked, speaking
through a great lump in his throat.
“There are only two of us, Rod.
You're rather young for this piece of
work, §
trusty!”
“Am I to keep watch on the deacon?”
“That's it, and this is my plan: Nick
will have had his feed. You're to drive
to the bridge when it gets a little dark-
shed, covering Nick well. You're to go
into the brick store, and while you're
getting some groceries wrapped up,
listen to anything the men say, to see
if they know what’s happened. When
you've hung about as long as you dare
leave your bundle and say you'll call
in again for it. Then see if Baxter's
store is open. I don’t believe it will
be. and if it isn’t look for a light in
till you know that Waitstill and the
deacon have gone up to their bed-
rooms. Then go to Uncle Bart’s and
find out if Patty is there.”
Rod’s eyes grew bigger and bigger.
“Shall I talk to her?’ he asked, ‘‘and
what'll I say?”
“No, just ask if she’s there. If she's
gone Mark has made it right with his
family and taken her home, If she
hasn’t why, God knows how that mat-
ter will be straightened out. Anyhow,
she has a husband now, and he seems
to value her, and Waitstill is alone on
the top of that wind swept hill!”
“I'll go. I'll remember everything,”
cried Redman, in the seventh heaven
of delight at. the responsibilities Ivory
was heaping upon him.
“Don’t stay beyond 8 o'clock, but
come back and tell me everything
you've learned. Then, if mother grows
no worse, I'll walk back to Uncle
Bart’s shop and spend the night there
just—just to be near, that’s all.”
“You couldn't hear Waitstill, even if
she called,” Rod said.
“Couldn’t I? A man’s ears are very
sharp under certain circumstances. I
believe if Waitstill needed help I could
hear her breathe! Besides, I shall be
up and down the hill till I know all's
well, and at sunrise I'll go up and hide
behind some of Baxter’s buildings till
I see him get his breakfast and go to
the store. Now wash your dishes.”
And Ivory caught up his cap from a
hook behind the door.
“Are you going to the barn?” asked
Rodman.
. “No, only down to the gate for a
minute. Mark said that if he had a
good chance he’d. send a boy with a
note and get him to put it under the
stone gate post. It's too soon to expect
it perhaps, but I can’t seem to keep
still.”
Rodman tied a gingham apron around
his waist, carried the teakettle to the
sink and poured the dishpan full of
boiling water, then dipped the cups
and plates in and out, wiped them and
replaced them on the table, gave the
bean platter a special polish and set
the half mince pie and the butter dish
in the cellarway.
“A boy has to do most everything in
this family,” he sighed to himself. “I
don’t mind washing dishes, except the
nasty frying pan and the sticky bean
pot, but what I’m going to do tonight
i, different”—here he glowed and tin-
gled with anticipation—*I know what
they call it in the story books—it’s
sentry duty, and that’s braver work
for a boy than dish washing.”
Which, however, depends a good
deal upon circumstances and somewhat
on the point of view.
CHAPTER XXVIL.
The House of Aaron.
FEELING that the day was to
bring great things had dawned
upon Waitstill when she woke
that morning, and now it was
coming true.
Climbing Saco hiil was like climbing
the hill of her dreams; life and love
beckoned to her across the snowy
slopes.
At rest about Patty’s future, though
troubled as to her sorry plight at the
moment, she was conscious chiefly of
her newborn freedom. She reveled in
the keen air that tingled against her
cheek and drew in fresh hope with ev-
ery breath. As she trod the shining
but you're trusty — you're
er and hitch in Uncle Bart’s horse]:
his kitchen window and prowl about.
!
. pathway she was full of expectancy.
; her eyes dancing, her heart as buoyant
; as her step. Not a vestige of confusion
: Or uncertainty vexed her mind. She
; knew Ivory for her true mate, and if
; the way to him took her through dark
; Places it was lighted by a steadfast
| beacon of love,
[Continued next week.]
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