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■Uhe  RURAL  NEW-YORKER 
March  IS,  1916. 
Cleans  churns,  hygienically. 
—  purifies  every  part  and 
leaves  no  greasy  film. 
Old  Dutch 
(Continued  from  page  4S4) 
“Oh,  not  yet.  mother.  It’s  nowhere 
near  time,  but  we'll  surely  hear  this 
morning.”  answered  Sue. 
“Aggie,  Aggie.”  wailed  a  voice  from 
the  room  across  the  hall.  “I  want 
Aggie,”  it  went  on. 
"I  must  see  to  father  now,”  said  Sue, 
as  she  slipped  quietly  across  the  hall. 
Mg! 
Old  Mr.  Robinson  had  been  very  feeble 
for  over  a  year  now.  but  for  two  months 
past  he  had  scarcely  left  his  bed.  He 
had  grown  very  childish,  and  had  taken 
a  strange  fancy  for  thinking  Sue  was 
h’.s  own  daughter  Agnes.  The  gentle 
hands  that  tenderly  administered  to  his 
every  need  were  those  of  his  “Aggie,”  and 
no  one  could  make  him  believe  differently. 
Sue  had  not  spared  herself  and  along 
with  the  housework,  she  found  her  hands 
fuller  than  ever. 
( )ld  Mrs.  Robinson  had  not  been  able 
to  help  mueh  for  some  time,  and  only 
three  days  before,  on  coining  downstairs, 
she  had  lost  her  footing  in  some  way 
and  in  trying  to  save  herself  from  fall¬ 
ing  down  the  .stairs,  she  caught  the 
banister  and  swung  heavily  against  it. 
The  result  had  been  a  fractured  hip. 
Steve,  who  was  in  the  house  at  the  time, 
rushed  to  his  mother’s  assistance  and 
with  his  wife's  help,  carried  her  upstairs 
and  laid  her  in  Rue’s  own  bed. 
It  was  decided  to  telegraph  at  once 
for  Agnes  and  ask  her  to  come  home  and 
help  care  fur  her  father  and  mother. 
This  was  done,  but  no  answering  mes¬ 
sage  had  been  received.  “She  is  waiting 
to  write,”  Sue  told  them,  but  meantime 
she  worked  with  tireless  energy  making 
the  unfortunate  woman  as  comfortable  as 
possible.  She  lay  in  Sue’s  little  south 
room  where  the  window  shade  was 
rolled  to  the  very  top  of  the  window  to 
let  in  every  hit  of  sunshine  that  was  pos¬ 
sible. 
"That  sun  will  fade  your  wallpaper, 
Susan.”  warned  her  mother-in-law. 
“Never  mind,  mother,  if  it  does."  an¬ 
swered  Sue  cheerfully.  “I  care  more  for 
the  sunshine  than  1  do  for  the  wall- 
AMERICAN  INGOT  IRON 
PUDDLED  IRON 
STEEL 
THE  above  illustrations,  reproduced  from  actual  photographs,  tell  the 
story  of  rust  resistance.  When  new  all  these  pieces  of  metal  looked 
about  alike.  After  three  years’  exposure  under  identical  conditions 
the  steel  was  completely  rusted  out  and  the  puddled  iron  seriously  attacked. 
But  the  third  was  of  the  same  pure  iron  from  which  are  made 
["AMERICAN 
*  INGOT  IRON 
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metal.  No  galvanizing  or  any  other  pro-  “ARMCP"  IRON  stood  the  test.  Its  rust 
tooting  material  was  used  on  any  of  these  resistance  is  due  to  its  uniform  purity  and 
samples.  The  elements  had  free  opportu-  the  scientific  care  given  its  manufacture. 
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The  mail  earner  came  at  last  ana 
brought  the  promised  letter.  It  was  ad¬ 
dressed  to  Steve,  but  he  had  gone  to 
bring  a  woman  to  help  Rue  with  the 
housework,  so  Sue  opened  it  herself  be- 
|  for»»  taking  it  upstairs.  There  was  a 
package  besides.  “Books,”  said  Sue  ex¬ 
citedly  as  she  turned  it  over.  The  letter 
was  as  follows : 
—I  was  dreadfully  sorry 
mother’s  acident  and  wish 
I  am  afraid  as  far 
is  concerned  I  would  lie  very 
because  I  was  never  near  a 
in  rny  whole  life.  I  would 
aoation  of  a  week  or  two,  but 
'  ■  impossible  just  at 
Only  the  day  before  I  got 
>ted  to  that 
Turns  Your 
Stone  to  Gold 
Dear  Steve : 
to  hear  of  dear 
1  could  be  with  her 
as  nursing 
poor  help, 
sick  person 
ask  for  a  \ 
that  would  be  quite 
this  time,  t  .....  ... 
your  telegram  I  was  pronn 
place  1  have  worked  for  so  long.  Now 
I  am  the  head  of  my  department,  and  my 
salary  is  just  double  what  it  was  before. 
So  you  sec,  Steve,  why  it  is  impossible 
for  me  to  come.  Of  course  I  want 
mother  and  father  to  have  everything, 
and  T  want  you  to  let  me  know  at  once 
what  they  need  that  I  can  buy.  I  am 
very  anxious  to  do  this.  If  Susan  can  t 
manage  the  housework  and  care  for  them 
too,  hire  a  trained  nurse  and  I  will  pay 
the  bill.  I  think,  however,  that  Susan 
could  do  it  all  right  nnd  so  spare  moth¬ 
er  the  worry  of  a  stranger  in  the  house  if 
she  would  only  learn  to  plan  her  work 
better.  By  carefully  planning  her  day 
and  carrying  it  out.  to  the  letter,  I  am 
sure  she  would  find  ti.me  for  her  added 
duties.  But  you  know,  Steve,  she  has  al¬ 
ways  been  sadly  lacking  in  system, 
I  have  sent  a  couple  of  books  for  her 
to  read  to  mother.  One  of  them  I  don’t 
expect  Susan  will  understand.  It  is 
“The  Blue  Flower.”  a  collection  of  short 
stories.  Perhaps  mother  will  not  care  for 
all  of  them,  hut  there  is  one.  especially 
that  I  want  her  to  hear.  It  is  on  page 
lol  nnd  is  entitled  “The  Other  Wise 
Man.”  Susan  probably  won’t  understand 
it  or  take  enough  interest  in  it  to  read  it, 
so  will  you  read  it  to  mother?  Tell  Su¬ 
san  I  shall  expect  a  letter  from  her 
every  day  telling  me  exactly  how  both 
mother  and  father  are  getting  along,  and 
you  be  sure  to  send  me  a  list  of  the 
things  I  can  send  them.  (live  my  love 
to  mother  and  tell  her  I  think  of  her 
constantly. 
Your  loving  sister, 
AGNES. 
Susan  folded  the  letter  slowly  and  put 
it  back  into  the  envelope.  Not  for  any¬ 
thing  would  she  road  that  letter  to  the 
anxious  mother  upstairs.  Sue  well  knew 
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her  sister-in-law’s  estimation  of  her. 
During  Agnes’  vacations  that  were  spent 
on  the  farm  she  undertook  to  remodel 
Sue  into  something  more  in  keeping  with 
her  position  in  the  Robinson  family,  and 
her  lectures  on  efficiency  in  housework  on 
the  farm,  a  thing  she  knew  almost  noth¬ 
ing  about,  afforded  Sue  a  great  deal  of 
secret  amusement. 
Before  going  upstairs  Sue  untied  the 
books  and  picked  up  the  "Blue  Flower.” 
Turning  to  page  151  she  found  the  story, 
and  turning  a  few  pages  eagerly  read  a 
paragraph  here  and  there. 
What  a  very  mueh  surprised  Agnes 
there  would  have  been  if  she  could  have 
known  how  the  hungry  soul  of  her  “in¬ 
ferior”  little  sister-in-law  would  drink 
in  the  beautiful  story  of  that  other  fail¬ 
ure  that  ended  so  gloriously  after  all. 
Sue  closed  the  book  presently  and  hur¬ 
ried  upstairs. 
“Well,  mother,”  she  said  with  a  smile, 
“the  letter  came,  and  we  have  just  grand 
news  from  Agnes,” 
“Yes?”  said  the  sick  woman  eagerly, 
“and  when  will  she  get  here?” 
“O.  she  can’t  come  just  yet,  mother, 
but  you  know  that  position  she  has  been 
working  for  so  long — well  she’s  gat  it,” 
cried  Sue,  “and  her  salary  is  just  dou¬ 
bled.  Isn’t  that  just  fine?" 
If  that  news  had  come  a  week  earlier, 
it  would  have  given  Agnes’  mother  the 
very  keenest  pleasure  hut  in  the  last 
three  days  while  she  lay,  unable  to  move, 
nnd  had  been  cared  for  so  tenderly  by  her 
faithful  little  daughter-in-law.  she  had 
ionic  to  realize,  for  the  first  Fine  in  her 
life,  that  there  was  something  else  in 
the  world,  more  to  he  desired  than 
money ;  things  that  money  could  not  buy 
because  they  were  priceless. 
“(>.  hut  I  was  so  in  hopes  she  would 
come,”  said  the  sadly  disappointed 
mother. 
“Well,  you  see  we  couldn’t  expect  her 
to  come  just  now.  mother,  and  she  says 
you  can  have  just  everything  you  want, 
and  she  wants  a  list  of  everything  we 
can  think  of  and  she  will  send  them.” 
“Yes,”  bitterly  answered  the  mother, 
“she  will  give  me  everything  but  her¬ 
self.” 
Sue  knew  that  it  would  never  do  for 
the  sick  woman  to  get  down-hearted,  so 
she  changed  the  subject  as  quickly  as 
possible.  fbiing  to  the  bedside  and 
smoothing  back  the  scant  gray  hair,  she 
asked  eagerly : 
“Mother  did  you  ever  know  that,  there 
was  another  wise  man?” 
“Another  wise  man,  why  what  do  you 
mean.  Susan?”  answered  her  mother, 
looking  up  into  the  smiling  blue  eyes 
above  her. 
"You  know  the  three  wise  men  that 
traveled  to  Bethlehem  when  Christ  was 
horn?  Well,  Agnes  has  sent  a  lovely 
book  for  you  and  in  it  there  is  a  story 
of  a  fourth  wise  man  that  was  to  go  with 
the  other  three,  but  he  got  left  behind. 
I’m  going  to  hurry  with  the  work  so  I 
can  come  up  and  read  it  to  you  right 
off.” 
“Aggie — Aggie,”  called  a  feeble  voi.ee 
from  the  bedroom  across  the  hall. 
“I'll  just  run  and  see  to  father  and 
then  when  the  work  is  done.  I  think  I 
can  sit  right  outside  of  the  door  to  read. 
He  will  he  still  if  I  am  where  he  can 
see  me.” 
“Did  Steve  go  after  Mrs.  Norton?” 
asked  his  mother. 
“O  yes,  he  will  soon  be  back  now,  I 
think."  answered  Sue. 
“Well  then,”  said  Mrs.  Robinson, 
“leave  the  work  for  her  and  firing  your 
book  up  here  right  away.  1  can  see  now 
how  it  is  that  poor  father  can’t  let  you 
out  of  bis  sight.  O,  Susan,  what  would, 
we  all  do  without  you.  dear?” 
It  was  the  first  word  of  praise  Sue  had 
ever  received  from  her  mother-in-law,  and 
.this  had  been  fairly  wrung  from  her 
heart. 
Sue's  face  lighted  with  a  happy  smile 
as  she  dropped  a  kiss  on  the  sick  wom¬ 
an’s  furrowed  cheek,  and  flew  dov\ostairs 
after  the  hook. 
The  song  in  her  heart  came  to  her  lips 
this  time  and  kept  time  with  her  flying 
feet. 
“Nor  time,  nor  space,  nor  deep,  nor  high, 
Can  keep  my  own  away  from  ’me.” 
Clerk  :  “This  is  the  best  burglar  alarm 
made.  The  burglar  no  sooner  enters  the 
house  than  it  alarms  the  residents.”  Cus¬ 
tomer:  “Haven’t  you  got  one  that  will 
alarm  the  burglar?” — Credit  I-osf, 
