Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1872-03-19
Gbe aan spp aamser. GusOapl nlomnag aarb 49, 1879.

| holes, and each provided with single eapacious
chimney, were finished and fronted the little naked
| square.
upon the plan generally adopted by the settlers.
| There were but two rooms, one being entered
through the other The inner room was TO be
| Gays. The outer room was TO be parlOr, dining
| room, kitchen, library, and Marks bedroom.
''The house is your province, GAY" said the
| youth, upon the morning after the house was fin
lshed. 81 shall leave You to furnish 1t and trans
| form it into home while | work upon the stock
| ade. If You need my help when the stOckade and
| blOck-hOuse are finished, will turn myself into
| hOuse-carpenter
q sha'n't need you, sir" said Gay, saaeily. "You
| attend to the farm, and leave the house to me-"
The shelter provided, the eight houses were left
entirely 10 the management of the women, the men
| working upon the stOckade, which was constructed
upon strict military principles, and was model of
| worth and excellence.
1t required two weeks and the labor of sixteen
men TO complete this work
Whitman and his family had been living in their
| house for a week All the families had moved into
their homes save the Hebers but Cav with pretty
tyranny had not allowed Mark TO cross the thresb
old of his house since he had finished it,
Now, when Mark uny0ked his oxen, turning them
loose in his own yard, and drew his wagon under
great cottonwood in his back garden Gay called
to him with a bright smile, saying that he might
enter the house with her.
He came pleased and smiling but paused upon the
threshold in mute amazament.
Was this the room with four rough log walls
which he had given into her hands?
Was this sunny little home Lighthouse on the
It seemed incredible.
For little clever-Witted Gay, with her delicate
skillful fingers had fashioned lovely home out Of
her barren materials, such an one as would delight
the eye to rest upon, and her sole helps had been
two kindly boys OF fifteen years, who had worked
under her directions.
Its the prettiest room | ever saw" cried Mark
with enthusiasm. "There isn't house in town
like it, Won't the people open their ewes? It's
just lovey!" cried Mark delightedly. '.You are
regular home fairy. Gay. You were meant for
the frontier and you the faireSt flower on all the
plains! MypreciOus little sister! "
And he drew her to him ana kissed her tendpry
But Gay, most unaccountably, broke from him
blushing like rose.
"I'll call Whitman in to see the house" exclaimed
Mark, not noticing Gays confusion. awe shall set
up for the aristocrats of the town"
he dashed out in bOyish exuberance and called
in the entire population of the village.
They all came in, and there was general request
that Gay should chrisen the settlement.
Gays eyes frightened, even while she shrank
from the honor thus put on her
81 can't" she said "AIr. Whitman is the oldest
of us ALL and is our mayor. Let him name the viii
lage"
''Then I'll call it Heber, in honor of our little
Gay, =, cried Mr.. Whitman. "WhQt do you all say
my frendsg"
"Heber it isl" cried dozen voices, in acclaim
At that moment boy who had been PLAYING up-
on the platform inside the stockade came in, gasp
ing the words:
Indians" The above we publish as specimen
chapter; but the continuation of this story will be
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