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Wiggs and penned by Lovey Mary, were promptly and satisfactorily answered. The original of the spirit picture proved to be one Mr. Stubbins, "a prominent citizen of Bagdad Junction who desired to marry some one in the city. The lady must be of good character and without incumbrances." "That's all right," Mrs. Wiggs had declared; "you needn't have no incumbrances.
Clear and strong rose the childish voices in different keys and regardless of time, but with a genuine enthusiasm that was in itself a blessing. When they had sung through the three stanzas Mrs. Wiggs began the lesson. "What did we study 'bout last Sunday?" she asked. No response, save a smothered giggle from two of the little girls.
Wiggs, relieving as far as possible the immediate need of the family. Then she had come home and written their story, telling it simply, but with the passionate earnestness of one who, for the first time, has come into contact with poverty and starvation.
You will have many ennemies; but fear not, for in love you will be faitful and sincer, and are fitted well fer married life." "They surely ain't meanin' me?" asked Miss Hazy, in great perturbation. "Yes, ma'am," said Mrs. Wiggs, emphatically; "it's you, plain as day. Let's go on: "Your star fortells you a great many lucky events.
"Three hundred and sixty-five dollars!" she exclaimed; "and food, clothes, and coal enough to last them a year!" It was like a direct answer to her prayer, and yet this poor little suppliant, instead of being duly exalted, put her head on the desk and wept bitterly. Now that the need of the Wiggs family had been met, another appeal, silent and potent, was troubling her heart.
Wiggs waited until all the guests assembled before she made her speech of thanks for the cake and cream. It was a very fine speech, having been written out beforehand by Mr. Bagby. It began, "Ladies and gents, it gives me pleasure " but before Mrs. Wiggs got half through she forgot it, and had to tell them in her own way how grateful she was.
What would you say if I told you that I was going to marry the prettiest, sweetest, dearest girl in the world?" "Why, that's Miss Lucy!" gasped Mrs. Wiggs, more breathless than ever. Then the truth flashed upon her, and she laughed with them. "Oh, sure 'nough! Sure 'nough! I'm jes' pleased to death!"
"I'll scurry round an' git another loaf of bread," said Mrs. Wiggs, briskly, as she put a tin pail into the corner of the basket. "Lovey Mary, you put in the eggs an' git them cookies outen the stove. I promised them boys a picnic on Labor Day, an' we are goin' if it snows." "Awful dangerous in the woods when it storms," continued Miss Hazy.
Threats and persuasion were alike unavailing; she even refused to be mopped off, but slid in a disconsolate heap under the table. Redding attempted to invade the citadel with an orange as a flag of truce, but his overtures were ineffectual, and he was compelled to retreat under fire. "I'd leave her be, Mr. Bob," advised Mrs. Wiggs, placidly, as she spread her salad on a piece of bread.
Lucy made a heroic effort to keep a solemn face, as she asked if Asia looked like him. "Oh, my, no!" continued Mrs. Wiggs. "He was a blunette, real dark complected. I remember when he fus' come a-courtin' me folks thought he was a Dago. Pa wasn't to say well off in those days." Mrs. Wiggs never applied superlatives to misfortunes. "He had a good many of us to take keer of, an' after Mr.
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