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THE UNWELCOME GUEST
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PA AND JESSIE ESCAPE
hear any more from him," Mrs. Flint remarked triumphantly.
Mrs. Flint's prophecy was truer than she anticipated. She was destined not to "hear any more from him" for a longer period than she would have thought possible. For, late that evening, the full, round moon, looking down on the Flint farm, saw an unusual sight: a window, high up under the eaves, opened, two faces peered out, there was a whispered consultation, then a dark object was pushed thru the window, and fell, with a soft thud, upon the grass.
"There," the old man at the window whispered to the girl beside him, "it's split open, but we cant help it — it wuz th' only way t' get it out of th' house. Now, we'll take this old grip of mine, slip out, an' get all th' things thet's in th' trunk an' stuff 'urn in here, an ' we 're off. Yeh needn't worry — yeh 're goin' hum with me — Obed an' me will find a way t' take care of yeh."
"Obed and me '11 take care of you, you mean," whispered Jessie, gleefully.' "Oh, I'm so glad we are going to run away — I always did want to have adventures ! ' '
Her blue eyes were dancing with
their old light, as she stole softly down the stairs beside pa, out into the white moonlight, that lighted up the contents of the broken trunk.
"Dont leave nothin'," cautioned pa, as she hastily gathered up the clothing, cramming it into the battered valise; "my weddin' togs is in thet trunk — I want ter alius save 'um, 'cause ma kep' 'um so long."
"I've got everything," she announced, "and I'm going to hide the trunk here in the lilac bushes, so they wont see it the first thing. ' '
She dragged the little trunk toward the bushes, then stopped suddenly.
"Hello! here's an old vest, right under the very bottom of the trunk, ' ' she said, stooping to pull it out; "why, that's funny — how could it have got there ? ' '
But the old man was too eager to be off to notice what she said, so she added the vest to the contents of the valise, and the two runaways hurried softly away.
Obed was leaning disconsolately against the very gate-post where he had waved good-by to Pa Flint. His eyes were roaming sorrowfully over the little place, overgrown now with a tangle of weeds, thru which gay
PA IS MADE TO EARN HIS BOARD