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About Cloverdale courier. (Cloverdale, Tillamook County, Or.) 190?-19?? | View Entire Issue (March 16, 1916)
Mr. Wilton looked uncomfortable.
“I hope Queen o’ Sheba will be all
right when I get home,” he said,
with a furtive glance at Susan’s
“I shan’t take care of the critter,”
said Miss Tipping decidedly as she
prepared to clear the table. “It’s
bound to follow some one around
She Finally Became Part of town.
I won’t be dogged by no
a Betrothal Feast
it was a tragic moment for Susan
Tipping, and her tone was bitter. If
Fanny Lee assumed the care of
By CLARISSA MACK IE
of Sheba it meant that the
Susan Tipping peered from her
breach between Jonas and his house
window as Jonas Wilton turned into keeper would be irreparable.
the path that led to the shipyard.
The Widow Lee arose to the occa
Behind him walked a large gray sion which had been made for her.
“I ’ll take care of the pooj critter,
“Fanny Leo hates that goose as Jonas,” she said softly. ‘ She can
bitter as I do and maybe worse, but run around my orchard, and some
she’ll portend she likes it just to get times I’ll take her for a walk, same
around him. Widders is cunning as you did.”
“ ‘Birds of a feather,’ ” floated
critters! I shan’t sacrifice my prin
ciples to please no man—not even acidly from Susan’s compressed lips
Jonas Wilton. I’ll always stand by as she disappeared in the kitchen
what I’ve said—all a goose is fit for and closed the door behind her.
Shortly afterward Susan heard
is to roas z and serve with apple
snuce!” Susan Tipping sat and the. Widow Lee and Jonas Wilton
brooded resentfully over a disturbed leave the house by tlse side door and
past in which Jonas Wilton had re go around to the shed where Queen
peatedly asked her to become his of Sheba lived in solitary splendor.
“Good night, Susan,” called Fan
wife, and she had ns repeatedly re
fused us long as the objectionable ny sweetly. “ We’re going to take
Queen o’ Sheba home!”
goose waddled in the background.
When Jonas Wilton faced his
“Good night,” said Susan, quite
housekeeper across the supper table as amiably. “Wish you joy of her!”
When Queen of Sheba’s noisy
that night excitement was written
on his bronzed face and in his shin clamor had died away Susan finish
ing eyes. “I ’ve got a surprise for ed her work and then went to the-
you, Miss Tipping,” he said myste west wing of the house, where she
riously ns he stirred his tea—“a sur lived with a bedridden aunt.
“ Aunt M’lissy, Jonas has shipped
prise th at’ll lift you clean out of
your shoes, ma’am 1”
on the Blue ITeron with Captain
“Tell me, too,” purred the Widow Rink,” she said in a matter of fact
Lee’s deep voice from the doorway. tone as she tucked the old lady un
Miss Tipping brought a napkin der the covers and turned down the
from the sideboard and resumed her lamp.
seat with a flourish of lilac colored
“ You’re a fool, Susan Tipping,”
shrilled Miss Melissa angrily. “Il
“I’ve left the yard,” announced be going to take that goose along
Mr. Wilton dramatically.
The two women stared at him.
“No; Fanny Lee’s going to take
“What’s the m atter?” gasped Su care of it.”
san at last.
Miss Melissa’s dark eyes glared
“ I’m going away,” explained Jo fiercely at her niece. “Go along, do!
nas carelessly. “I ’ve shipped on the 1 ain't got no patience with you at
Blue Heron with Captain Kink. Wo all!” And she cowered beneath her
are going to China; we won’t be coverlids with little grunts of dis
back for a year.”
“ You’ll be dreadful seasick. You
Four days afterward Jonas sailed
have never been to sea in your life,” away on the Blue Heron. The Wid
ow Lee flaunted the gray goose as a
“Fiddle!” said Fanny Leo sharp betrothal gift, and Queen of Sheba
ly. “ lie won’t be sick, lie ’s sailed was generally regarded as the tan
a skiff on the bay ever since he was gible bond that united two loving,
a boy. Ain’t you, captain ?”
separated hearts. As the months
Jonas blushed at the newly con wore on and no news came from
ferred title and turned u beaming Jonas there was a strained look in
eye on the widow. “There ain’t but Fanny’s eyes and occasionally in the
one thing worries me,” ho confided woodshed the gray goose received
the castigations 6he so richly deserv
“ What’s that?” she asked shyly. ed after her predatory descents
“Queen o’ Sheba—she’s got to upon the grass grown lawn.
stay behind. Captain Kink, he says
It was a long year. Aunt Melissa
ho can’t accommodate no goose.” died in the summer and left Susan
Jonas shifted uneasily ns a gleam in richer by several thousand dollars,
Susan’s blue eyes denoted that she | but poorer by one friend less. Su
understood the captain’s objection. san planned when Jonas came back
It was a relief to turn to the Wid she would go away and leave the
ow Lee’s sympathetic face and meet home to him and his waiting bride
her smile of perfect understanding. —and Queen of Sheba.
“That there goose has been like a
One cold winter night Fanny Lee
—like a”— floundered Jonas pathet brought the gray goose to Susan’s
door. Her eyes were red, and she
“ I.iko a dear friend. I know what wore a black dress and a black veil
it is to part with one’s dearest and on her hat.
never set eyes on ’em again. When
“I can’t bear to see the critter
Kobcrt passed away”— Fanny Lee around,” she sobbed bitterly. “It
choked down a rising sob and press reminds me so of Jonas and him
ed the fringed, napkin to her eyes.
drownded at seal”
“Drownded ?” asked Susan in a ” wTtlTliIs arms "about Tier' once 'mSre.
| “I got dreadful tired of’ being tag»-
“I forgot you didn’t know. Of ged around by that goose. It made
course they told me first. It was off a sight of talk and it kept us apart,
the coast of Brazil. He fell over so I jest made up my mind I’d run
board and was drownded, and Cap away for a year and maybe some
tain Rink he sent word to the telly- thing would happen to Queen o’
graph station, and of course they Sheba. And something did. Don’t
told me. You’ll keep Queen o’ it smell good ? My, but I’m hun-
Sheba, won’t you?”
Susan stared fiercely at the long
“But why—why didn’t you say
neck and yellow bill wriggling out you was willing to get rid of her
of the widow’s black shawl.
“I ’ll take care of her,” said Su
Susan caught a gleam of embar
san icily. “Put her in the shed.”
rassment in Mr. Wilton’s affection
“You’ll be good to her—for his ate gaze, and there dawned upon
sake,” sniffled Fanny Lee, turning her the realization that man is a su
perior being and his motives must
“I’ll be good to her,” repeated pot be too closely questioned by the
Susan, with a strange smile as she tvoman who is privileged to love
closed the door.
him, so her sentence ended in a
One day a week later Susan was smile of loving sympathy as their
eating her dinner in lonely contem lips met.
plation of the great goose that I
crowned the feast. Her face wore
who was rather
the look of one who has overcome
had a favorite
an enemy, but her triumph was
a witness by
marred by lack of appetite and a
fluttering pain at her heart.
The kitchen door opened noisily,
and familiar feet tramped across the
A man who was on the same cir
accosted his friend one morning
“Susan Tinning, I’ve wanted to
“Well, James, I have but one
see you for a hull year!” and to Su
to ask you and 1 do not
san’s consternation a pair of arms
way you answer it. How
encircled her and she was kissed by
no other than Jonas Wilton himself.
“I wasn’t drownded. It was John
Wilson, the cook!”
A M isunderstanding.
In her joy Susan nearly kissed
C le rk — We are selling
Jonas in return, but a sudden rec
9S cents, m adam , but
ollection assailed her, and she push
more than a day or
ed him away and arose to her feet.
won’t? 1 won
“What about Fanny Lee and Queen
der you have the cheek to offer them
o’ Sheba? She’s took good care of | to anybody.—P ittsb u rg h Chronicle.
the goose for you,” she said quietly.
“I got a silk shawl for Fanny
A laskan Ocean Rocks.
Lee,” said Jonas, “th at’ll pay her T he alm ost com plete absence of life
for her trouble. As for the goose— In the A laskan oceans during the peri
there ain’t nothing happened to her od of deposition of many thousands of
yet?” His voice almost quivered feet of sedim ents has left the rocks
practically devoid of fossils, which are
“There she is! Something has so valuable in determ ining rock ages.
happened to her. I was so—so
wrought up when I heard you was
T rue to Life.
drownded I just took spite on her “ F irst really realistic novel I ever
and killed her, but now somehow 1 read.”
can’t eat her. I was awful mean to “ W hat’s so realistic about it?”
kill a pet goose!” Susan stood aloof, “D idn’t yon notice? The heroine
does about six tim es as m uch talking
pale and defiant.
th e hero.”—Exchange.
“Pet nothing!” comforted Jonas,
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