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"If only he. could see little Minnie
he might feel differently," she mused,
kissing the child.
"Where do 'oo live, gramma?" in
quired Minnie, clutching at the old
"In the big white house over yon
der," answered the old woman sadly.
"Then bymeby me an' mamma
come to see you," said little Minnie
gravely, and the farmer's wife turned
her face away.
Days passed. She had not dared
renew the discussion with her hus
band. All the village was talking
about the situation; most blamed the
father, but a few thought he was act
ing rightly. This was the .conserva
tive element, the older folks who
were still unreconciled to the higher
education of women.
It was about a week after her con
versation with her husband that
Mary Ives heard him calling angrily
from the front porch, on which he
sat after his Bupper, to smoke and
read. She hurried out of the house
to see the old man glaring at the
"Oo. You speak just like a big bear,
grampa," lisped Minnie.
"Take her away!" shouted Ives in
exasperation. "You can't fool me by
any such trick as that, Mary."
"What do you mean?" faltered his
"You know what I mean. You
hatched this scheme with that girl
that used to be mine. Thought you
would soften the old man's heart by
patching up a clumsy, worn-out trick
like that, didn't you?" he sneered.
"Well, I tell you it won't work see?"
"Oo-oo-oo!" mocked the child.
"Speak like a bear again, grampa!"
She stood in front of him, gazing
up into his face with childish rapture.
Evidently she mistook the old farm
er's angry tones for playful growls,
and was mightily amused thereby.
"Come here!" said the old man,
looking at her ferociously. "Who told
you to come here to me?"
"Me told me," said little Minnie.
"Gramma said 'oo live in the big
white house. Me come."
NThe man smiled bitterly. "So your
grandmother put you up to this trick,
did she?" he asked. "Do you know
who I am?"
" 'Es. 'Oo grampa," said the child,
nestling confidently against his knee.
William Ives was bewildered. In
spite of his hardness and of his reso
lution a new tenderness was creeping
into his heart. The little creature
was singularly like his daughter, as
she had ben at. that age. He could
picture Bessie perfectly in his mind's
eye when she was four. He used to
sit out there on the same porch,
smoking his pipe and listening to her
childish prattle; but how different
had 'been his thoughts then! How
high his hopes had been! Bessie was
his first-born; there had been a boy,
but he had died and all his pride had
centered in-, the girl after his son's
"What are you going to be when
you grow up?" the old man asked' the
child. He spoke in a mechanical
way, hardly knowing what he said,
because he was fighting hard to keep
back the flood of tenderness that
brimmed over within him.
"Me go to college," lisped Minnie.
"Me go to mamma's college!"
William Ives let his pipe fall from
his hand and his eyes became sudden
ly dim. So it was the old story all
over again, and the younger genera
tion was dreaming the same dreams
and hoping the same hopes when his
old life was broken.
"William!" said his wife appealing
ly. "Send her home, then, but don't
be angry with her, poor little mite."
"You hear that?" asked the old
man of the child. "You go home now
and and tell your mother supper's
waiting for her. Do you understand,
my dear?" he continued, taking her
in his arms and kissing her in a
The cihld toddled away happily.
But the old man sat very silently up
on the norch.
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