Newspaper Page Text
PWTT" mir.w.P! .. w...if
lonesome. Nellie is coming over to
Nellie arrived with her pleasant
smile and gentle ways. She was the
light of the house, her piesence
graced it She was unusually viva
cious on the present occasion and
W Mr. Wells noticed it He attributed
itiowever, to her helpful spirit in
constantly striving to direct their at
tention away from their sense of
loneliness. Nellie's sweet face did
not even shadow when she noted the
, further curtailment as to table space.
"Why, it will not even be crowded
when Joel comes!" she said, brightly.
"When he does !" responded his fa
ther, rather disconsolately. "Tell you,
Nellie, I'm afraid the boy is going to
be a rolling stone. We gpt a letter
from her yesterday. He's going to
"Yesr" nodded Nellie, and seeming
ly not discomposed at the statement,
"so he wrote me." '
"Up to' Waldron's folks, I sup
pose," continued Ira. "I never, "Tike
it when a fellow drifts on relatives
out of a job."
"But how do we know that Joel
has not some motive in view in drop
ping in on the folks?" submitted Nel
lie, quite audaciously. c
"Dropping in on them!" iterated
his father, so'mewhat impatiently.
"Seems to me he must be flush with
money to take that long jaunt"
"Maybe he is," suggested Nellie.
She could have hugged herself for
the joy that was bubbling over in her
happy heart v
"I must save the surprise," she
w whispered to herself. "It will be so
The days went on. Nellie received
more than one letter, and twice tele
grams, concerning which she said
nothing to Mr. and Mrs. Wells.- She
was in a rare flutter when she went
over to the house one morning and,
for some unaccountable reason, re
mained there chatting, an unusual
occurrence, for Nellie was an ener
. fieUgjKprker . t. ...
Then, at the sound of carriage
wheels, she ran out to the front door.
"Oh, folks! hurry! hurry!" her
voice rang out "Some one has ar
rived." The "someone" was Madge,- and
with her Mr. Waldron and the chil
dren. It seemed to the worn, weary
father and mother as though para
dise had been restored to them. Of
course it was "a visit" Oh, yes,
Madge needed a change, and Mr.
Waldron's business had allowed of
I his leaving it, and the children were
so happy, and joy reigned supreme.
"One two three for Nellie must
stay to dinner, sure!" piped Mr.
Wells, hopping about like a patriarch
rejuvenated. "Five, and the two lit
tle ones. That means seven. Three
leaves will give us plenty of room,
"Hold on, I'll help you," suggested
hih son-in-law, as Mr. Wells started
The old man chattered like a mag
pie; he ambled up the stairs, down
the stairs, chuckling, laughing, in
fused with new life.
"There, that'll do!" he cried, cheer
ily, as he carried the third of the table
leaves into the dining room.
"There's another, isn't there?" in
terrogated Mr. Waldron with affected
indifference, as the leaves were fitted
"Yes, but we don't need it."
"But we may," submitted Mr. Wal
dron. "Look here, father, I want to
tell you a story."
"Fire away, son!"
"There's a fellow came up to Can
ada and told us how lonely and de
serted you dear folks were. Well,
Madge ,crfed and I felt homesick. We
sold out home and business. We're
have to stay."
"Glory!" shouted Mr. Wells. "And
who was the fellow?"
"Joel, your son."
"Exactly. He'd make a strikeVith
a mining partner. He's got enough
tpjay a certaija eb--hundred dol-