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-IE PRESBYTERIAN OF THE SOU!
The Family
A VALENTINE NEST.
By Mary E. Q. Brush.
Miss Statira Hollingsworth came in
from the barn stamping her feet to clear
them from the clinging, new-fallen snow;
there were wisps of hay bristling among
ner gray ir;zzes; ner cheeks were applered
and her black eyes dancing in pleased
surprise.
She held her blue gingham apron out
bag-fashion.
"Just peek in there. Chatty!" she cried
gayly to her s'ster who was setting the
table for the evening meal. "What do
you s'pcse! I found a hen's nest up in
the mow?a stolen one. I kind er suspected
that that pert, little, white leghorn
was in business somewheres." Miss
Charity Hollingsworth, short, chubby and
blue eyed peered in at fourteen, round,
smooth, white ovals.
"My! These are fine! Don't believe
one of 'em is frozen! Well, I'm glad
you've got em, for I've just sold our last
dozen; Mrs. Johnson's Bessie was here a
few minutes ago."
"I thought somebody'd been, for I saw
new tracks around the side o' the house
Dy the lilac bush. Seemed to be mor'n
one person's though."
"Yes?Bessie had another little girl
with her."
Something in her sister's tone caused
Miss Sia?.'ra to look up from the aprotiful
of eggs she was placing carefully, one
by one, in an empty grape-basket.
"Another little girl," she said questioningly.
"Mrs. Jrhnscn got company? Who
is it?"
Miss Charity's pale cheeks flushed a
little; she stooped, and with a nervous
f tt'ltch c?t roi o^ll innoil o
?WM onuihiivciicu n vv/i UCI U1 l lie lauic*
cloth. "Mrs. Johnson's got no company
that I know of," she said. "The little
girl was?she?she belonged to the?the
folks at the Pine Tree Cottage."
There was a silence broken only by
the little ihud cf the eggs as Miss Statira
deposited them in the basket.
The pleased light in her dark eyes had
vanished; in its place there came an
cngry spark.
"I've always had a notion that it was
a good plan to have folks keen 'heir
chickens and their children at home.'
she said presently in a cold tone.
Her s'ster placed the sliced beef on the
table and a dish of pickles by its side
before she made any response. Then
she said slcwly, "We ain't been bothered
much with either, I guess, 'Stiry. An.'1 1
must say that his?that Eben's child?
seems a proper, nice, little girl; Elien
they call her?named for our mother, I
guess. Yes. she is as bright a little one
as you could see in a month o' Sundays.
Makes me think of you when you was
little; got the same complexion, clear rod
and white, black eyes and auburn hair."
"I suppose she's just as pert as I was
too, eh !' grimly.
"Well. I can't say that she's quite as
masterful,' was Miss Chatty's frank reJoinder.
"But I mean that she's quick
and bright like you were and she's got
a eenty-weenty mcle on the left side of
nH. February 10, 1909.
her neck like ycurs, too! Funny, Isn't
it?"
"Humph! 'Hollingsworth mole,' I suppose.
We've all got it stuck somewheres
on us like a postage-stamp or a trademark.
But you haven't told me. Chatty,
what the little youngster wanted: her
pa sent her?" with a sniff.
"None of her folks knew she was here,
I guess. She's been playing over at the
Johnsons all day; her mother let her,
I suspect, so's to keep the house quiet.
Eben's sick it seems."
The gray and purple hood Miss Statira
was just in the act of hanging up fell
from her nervous hands.
"Eben?our nephew sick? How long?
What is it? How'd you know?" Miss
Chatty gave a reply to the last part ot"
the volley.
"The little girl. Ellen, told me. Just by
chance. I was counting out the eggs for
Bessie Jchnson and little Ellen says, says
she, 'Eggs are scarce now and awfu"y
dear, aren't they, ma'am? And have you
ever heard that they're good for sick
folks, ma'am? The doctor told my pa to
eat lots of 'em. raw, beaten up in milk;
as many as three or four a day. But we
haven't got them; we haven't much of
anything, cnly some potatoes and cornmeal.
Our cupboard makes me think of
the woman's in my story-book?Ola
Mother Hubbard, you know. Mamma cries
about u sometimes. She says she doesn't
mind because of herself, but she worries
about papa. And my papa's been sick
ever so long?before Fanksgiving. Oh,
and we didn't even have any turkey
Fanksgiving, nor Christmas nor New
Years, and now it's St. Valentine's todav.
I'd like to send my papa a valentine but
I haven't any pennies to buy one.'"
Miss Statira had managed to har.g up
the gray and purple hood by this time;
now she stood by the stove warming
her cold hands over its blaze.
Fire-light and lamp-light filled the big
old-fashioned kitchen with warmth and
good cheer; neatness, thrift and cozy
comfort reigned there; the yellow-painted
floor shone like gold; pots of geraniums
laid their brilliant scarlet against the
crisp, white window curtains; in the generous-bodied
rocking-chair near the
heaith. Tab, the big maltese cat, curled
herself luxuriously among the gay patchwork
cushions; the round table in the
center of the room held a vision of appetising
abundance?biscuits and honey,
cold pink-tinted cornbeef, home-grown
celery and a white mound of fresh cocoanut
cake.
Miss Statira turned away her gaze from
the bountiful fare; there was a lump in
her throat?a dull ache in her heart; she
was thinking of a cupboard over in the
Pine Tree Cottage?the Mother Hubbard
cupboard."
"Well," she kept saying to herself as
she waited for her sister to steep the
tea, "well, Eben must abide by the con
sequences or nis own ioiiy. unatty and
I took him when he was a wee baby?a
month old orphan?Brother John and his
wife were burled not a fortnight apart?
and tended him carefully. Yes, we
brought him up, and got him through the
high-school. Somehow, though, he didn't
seem to care for books as much as we
had hoped; his taste was more for machinery
and such things?but he did fair