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THE OU, OLD STORY.
! eyes for Harry or any other man except
it 1 bad told her in tba pnn
The old. old utory briefly,
Whea the ttparrowand robin began to niuie
And the plowing; was over chiefly.
Sat hatae makes wute, and the utory sweet.
I reaaoned. will keep through the sowinsn
Till 1 drop the corn and plant the wheat.
And give them a chance for icmwinK.
Had I even told the tale of June.
' When the wind through the gram waa
blowing.
instead of thinking it rather um booo.
And walling till after the mowing.
Or had 1 hinted out under the Kta.ru
That I knew a story worth bnuring.
Lingering to put up the pasture bars.
Nor waited to do the shearing
Mow the barn la fulu and so Is the bin.
But I've grown wine without glory.
Since love Is the crop not gathered in.
ir my neighbor told her the story.
New Vork Recorder.
OVER-THE-WAY.
Over-the- Way queer uaine for a
woman, isn't it? It was big Jim Gray
fces a telegraph operator on a morning
aewspaper who gave her the name. CH
ooarse we fonnd oat her real name after
ward, bat none of an at Mrs. Smith's
ever spoke of her except as Over-the-vfay.
It was at the breakfast table
we are all night workers, and the break--Xast
hoar at Mrs. Smith's is noon and
Jim sits where he can look oat of the
window. Miss Elliott she "does to
aiety" on another morning paper And is
quite vivacious noticed that Jim was
aegtecting his plate of buckwheat cukes
and staring with ail his eyes across the
treet. Now Jim is a master -hand at
buckwheat cakes, and Miss Elliott, hav
ing a reputation for vivacity to sustain,
waa perfectly justified in remarking that
Mi. Uray did not seem quite himself.
We laughed, as in politeness bound, and
hat brought Jim back, fie got up and
made a flourish with his napkin and
aid:
"Ladies and Okntlemkn It now
gives me treat pleasure to present to
yvn the neighbor we have long been ex
-pecting. Over-the-Way."
We were so interested that we got
Tight np from the breakfast table and
-crowded to the windows. Even that
-reserved and sarcastic Elizabeth flaw
ikana she's a telephone girl, and I sup
pose shea justified in having a poor
opinion of mankind, and trying to get
ven ont of office hours forgot her dig
nity for once and was as interested as
anybody. You see. the workmen had
teen busy on a little cottage right across
'the street for two months or more. 1 We
did not pay any particular attention to
it until they began to put in a second
story bay window that was almost as
nig as the rest of the cottage. After that
bay window had done duty as a family
Joke for two or three weeks' we fell to
wondering what sort of people had built
it, and who would occupy such a funny
.little house.
Handsome Henry Roberts he's a win
dow dresser in a big State street dry
goods store, and a great hand with the
girls said he knew some woman was
responsible for that window and hoped
she would be good looking; it would be
a pity to spoil such a fine window
Whereupon dear old Miss Brooks she's
i looking even if she is forty, and has
down from better days to proof
reading reminded him, in her precise,
-genteel way. that young men who bad
no eyes for anything but a pretty worn
an sometimes came to grief. The grace
less Harry responded that a homoly
woman was a real grief, and a pretty
one a joy forever. Here the scamp
looked hard at Elizabeth Hawkins.
. Elizabeth Hawkins looked back at Har
ry, and I thought she was going to say.
''Busy, what's your number?" And John
Berry he's some sort of an editor and
. doesn't say much, being as reserved as
Elizabeth HawkinB and pecnliarliki
saw Harry and scowled.
Well, as J was saying, we had many a
discussion over that little cottage, and
anally came to feel a sense of proprietor
ship in what we called "Over-the-Way.
So you see it was a - great day for o
when Over-the-Way herself appeared.
To be sure, there wasn't much to see
when we did get to the window just
big transfer wagon loaded with new fur
niture, an express wagon heaped high
with household belongings, two drivers,
an old negro woman witn a gorgeous
tmrban, and a dear little woman in
smart jacket and a wide brimmed hat.
Harry Roberts declared he .was simply
perishing for exercise and fresh air. and
put on his overcoat and, strolled past the
cottage, tie came. Daclc ana reported
that the little woman was a beauty; in
tact, he grew quite eloquent over her
charms. And then, of course, we had
. to talk it all over whether she was
married, and if she was. where was her
husband, and if she wasn't, was she go
. ' ing to live all alone with the old colored
aunty 4 and so on.
jver-the-Way was evidently a capa
ble little body, 'for she had the furniture
in and the house to rights in no time
And the way old Aunt ' Amanda that':
the name we gave to the colored woman
. and her turban made things fly moved
Mrs. Smith to wish, with tears in her
voice, that the days of slavery were back
again.
But though the nest was ready, no
male bird appeared. After a week had
gone by we women began to hate "him
as we called the man Over-the-Way was
" -waiting for. We knew there waa
"him" by the way. She flew to meet
. the postman and fairly hugged the letter
hen she got one, and kind o drooped
when she didn't. And there were mighty
few days when she drooped too. . -
But his absence didn't seem to bother
Over-the-Way a bit. She was busy
- morning and night fixing np the cottage
- for him. . The big bay window was evi
dently the pride of her life. Every after
. noon she'd put on a pretty house dress,
snaggle down in a big arm chair right
in the middle of it, and read over her
letters. Harry Roberts thought it was
all for his benefit until h'e found, after
repeated trials, that she had no eyes for
him except to find his glances and atti
tudes a subject of mirth. . And then one
lay we found out why it was she bad no
one
It was the second Sunday, just before
dinner time her dinner time and she
was in the window as usual. But she
had on a new dress, and to save her she
couldn't sit still in her chair more than
thirty seconds at a time. All of a sud
den she clapped her hands, and gav a
j little jnuip and kissed her hand to
i somebody we couldn't see. and ran from
! the window And then a manly yonng
1 fellow went striding across the street
and ran up the steps The front door
I blew' open with a bang and Over-tbe-i
Way had him by the arm and was drag
ging him inside in a second. Then she
let go of him in a harry and ran in
quicker than she came out. If she hadn't
she'd have been kissed right there on
the front porch in plain sight of every
body' . : . :
We knew they'd show up in the lug
bay window sooner or later, and. sure
enough, just after dinner they came
into sight. She was clinging to his arm
and just dancing on her toes, she was so
happy; and just as she was right in the
midst of telling him how tine it all was
she discovered us at the windows. We
could almost see her blush clear across
the . street, and her young husband
traightened up and looked daggers.
But John Berry rose to the occasion
nobly. He had his overcoat and hat on
he was just going out and he took off
his hat and made a now respectful and
friendly like, as much as to say, "We're
glad to see yon, sir. And we women
clapped our hands and smiled, as much
as to say, "We're glad he's come at last."
And then-Over-the-Way and her hus
band saw it was all right and they
smiled and bowed, Over-the-Way patted
him on the arm as much as to say.
Here he is; isn't he nice? And the
young Husband pnt bis arm around
Over-the-Way and gave her a little hug
right before our eyes, as much as to say.
'It s .all right now; 1 11 make np for lost
time. And then We came away from
the windows.
Ycrang Mr. Over-the-Way we fonnd
afterward that in public life he was a
traveling salesman for a big drug firm
stayed three days. Then he went away.
And Over-the-Way went up into her bay
window and bravely kissed her hand to
him till he turned the corner. Then she
dropped down into her big armchair and
turned its broad back to us.
He was gone two weeks, and they
were long weeks for Over-the- Way. But
everything human has an end and he
came back at last. . Well, it was - the
same thing over again. Only he sta3red
but one day. Then he was gone ten
days. Next time it was a week, and af
ter that it was every Sunday when we
sat down to breakfast we found them to
gether in the big bay window. But Sun
days are invariably followed by Mon
days, and poor Over-the-Way had hard
work enough to lay in happiness enough
in one day to last her six. Still, from
Monday morning to Wednesday night
she lived on remembrance, and from
Thursday morning to Saturday night on
anticipation, so she got along pretty well.
But one day, after six or seven months
of this alternate sunshine and shadow.
the clouds settled down in earnest over
the little cottage. He came home in the
middle of the week, and Over-the-Way
met him at the door with a scared face.
The next morning he left with a big
trunk. He bad his hat down over his
eyes and never looked back at the bay
window He knew Over-the-Way wasn't
there to kiss her hand to him. . We
didn't see her at all that day, for by and
by Annt Amanda came and pulled down
the shades. . '
He had been ordered off on a three
months' trip to South America, and John'
Berry said "reciprocity or some such
thing was the cause of it. 1 know we
women all hated it, whatever it was.
Over-the-Way came back to her bou
doir after a while, but she didn't seem
to be quite the same 'old Over-the-Way.
She got letters, but they didn't come
every day now. Sometimes we fairly
hated the postman just as if it was his
faultl But when she did get one why.
we could tell a block off when the post
man had a letter by the way he walked.
By and by Over-the-Way had a broad.
comfortable lounge put in her window
and deserted her armchair for it. There
she would lie for hours reading or look
ing idly out of the window. And Jim
Gray said one day that he hoped Over-the-Way
wasn't going to grieve herself
into a decline. If she didn't chirk up
pretty soon he believed he'd get her hus
band's address and write to him to throw
up his job and come home. And Harry
Roberts said that may be Over-the-Way
wasn't so much better than every other
woman after all. and liked to lie around
in a loose gown and read novels just like
the rest of them. Nobody said a word,
and the next day Harry Roberts told
Mrs. Smith that be guessed he'd leave at
the end of the week, and he did.
But Jim Gray didn't write, for Over-
the-Way did chirk np right away. She
got an industrious streak all of a sudden
and sat in her big armchair and cut and
basted and sewed until Jim said he was
afraid she was getting vain and thinking
too much of her clothing for such a sen
sible young woman. Then he discovered
that all her sewing was white, and he
suggested that most likely she was get
ting ready to join her husband, in South
America: it was so hot there that every
one had to wear white all the time. We
women all began to talk about spring
bonnets and Mrs. Smith left the room.
She suddenly remembered that she had
left something in the oven.
Jim grew reconciled to the sewing,
but he found other things to worry him.
He elected himself a bulletin committee
of one and made frequent reports.
When there were no facts he gave us the.
benefit of his speculations. One day be
announced that he guessed Over-the-Way
would begin to pack np before long; she
had pretty much finished her sewing -He
could see that she was just puttering
and putting in fancy stitches. Anothei
time he said he was afraid that Over-the-Way
was ill; there was a light is
the bay window when he got home at 4
o'clock that morning.
A few-mornings after that there was
news. We women all knew it long be
rore breakfast time and John Berry and
the other, men were told by Mrs. Smith
when they came down. The bulletin
committee was a little late and we were
all at breakfast when he appeared. The
moment he entered the room he said he
was sure -tnat uver-tne-way was ill;
when he got home everything was ablaze
with light and there was a doctor's
phaeton in front of the house. We could
see for ourselves that the bay window
shades were down.
"Umphr said Mrs. Smith. "Is that ail
you have to tell asf v . .
"Why, what's happened?"" ' .
"Over-the-Way has a visitor."
"So he's back at last, is he? Well, it's
time.1
"I wish her nnsband was here; it's a
dear little girl."
"Good LordP said Jim.
Nobody laughed right then, but 'a
minutue later, when Miss Elliott made
one of her vivacious remarks everybody
roared except Jim. Even John Berry
and Elizabeth Hawkins, who were look
ing powerfully glum, had to laugh.
Things get out so in a boarding house.
We all knew that he had proposed and
she had said no.
Just as we were getting ' through
breakfast John Berry gave a groan at
the window and turned to us with his
face working and his lips trembling. He
couldn't speak: just pointed across the
street.
Old Annt Amanda was tying a long
streamer of white crepe to the door belL
"Over-the-Way's dead," said some one
in a strained whisper.
'White's for little children," said Mrs.
Smith. "It's Over-the-Way's little baby.
O dearl O dearl" And the good woman
burst out sobbing. None of us . were
much better off, for that matter.
So it happened that then we made our
first call across the street. John Berry
and Mrs. Smith went. Mrs. Smith went
in, but John paced np and down in front
of the house. Elizabeth Hawkins never
took her eyes off him. She was. as pale
as a ghost, and yet she didn't look exact
ly unhappy either.
By and by they came back. As soon
as they came in John took ont a roll of
money and dropped a bill in his hat.
"Flowers!" said he, and looked around
as much as to ask if anybody wanted to
follow suit. We all pnt in something.
Elizabeth Hawkins put in a dollar. I
knew she had saved it to buy some Sun
day gloves. After John had gone out
Mrs. Smith told as how she had talked
with the poor young mother in the dark
ened room, and how the little baby was
to be buried the next day, and how John
was to see to everything and go to the
cemetery, and how the little coffin was
to be put in the vault and kept till the
father got home.
By and by John came back with a
great box. It was full to the brim with
lilies of the valley not another flower.
Well, John's services were not needed
after all, for that very night the young
husband came home from South" Amer
ica, and the next day, when the carriage
drove away from the little cottage with
a little white casket on the front seat
heaped high with lilies of the valley.
the poor young husband looked over to
as in the windows and made a sort of a
bow and put his hand on his heart.
Tba! evening, when it was time to go
to work, Jonn Berry came down witn a
satchel in his hand and began to Bay
goodby to us, saying he was going to
leave. When he came to the last one-
Elizabeth Hawkins he hesitated, then
held out his hand just as be bad to the
rest of as. She just barely touched it,
and both of them - looked white and
trembling. Just as he was going out of
the door she called to him:
"John!"
It wasn't a bit like Elizabeth Hawk
ins' voice, and we all stared. John came
back, but didn't say a word just stood
waiting. And now they both were red.
"Are you going because because"
John nodded. I don't believe he could
have said a word to save him.
"Well well 1 John, don't go!
Long before she finished John bad her
in his arms right before as all.
"1 said 'No. John, because 1 was
afraid you were , hard and unfeeling
till .today. Now 1 know better."
"God bless you, my children!" said
motherly Mrs. Smith. The stereotyped
old phrase was a relief, and we all
laughed in a teary sort of way. then she
added: -
"When trouble comes and you need
patience and forbearance remember
what brought you together."
And we all said:
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