The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1872-05-09
EHE NRtBUNE.
Official City and County Paper
Written foI the ManItowoc TRIBUNE.
VIOLET.
BIZ DAISY DINGLE,

what are you thinking of? There yot
set staring straight before you. and see
ing nothing at all. do believe. A pref
ty farmers wife you'll make by and by
don't wonder at your turning up your
nose at Jake take care that he don t get
the worst of the bargain! Oh dear
There my biscuits burning now!" Mrs.
Hale took her flushed, vexed face and
round figure hurriedly into the kitchen
TO superintend her arrangements for
supper and Lefty. her reverie broken up,
turned with little vexed. impatient
sigh and resumed, once more. the halt
finished task.
It was no summer landscape radient
with lovely blending of light and shadow
that had chained her eyes for the last
half-hour Winters footsteps lay deeply
on the hill-tops; the cr:sp-white snow
sheet was spread thickly over the buried
death Of leaf and Cover; the hoarse com.
plant Of the ocean came swelling up
through the chill gray Of the winter twi.
light; and, cut warmly against the back
ground Of darkenina gloom. was the
slight girlish figure in its bright-colored
wooden dress thrcated and cuffed with
foamy rufl1es of lace, and crowned by the
little well-turned head with its shiny mass
of auburn hair and scarlet mouth, drawn
now into one narrow vermillion- colored
line. The red lips came out Of their
thoughtful compression and formed q
decided pout.
It had lo,g been pet-project between
Farmer Hale and his wife that jake,
their adopted boy, and Lefty should one
day marry and share the farm between
them. Had her parents been opposed
to the match or even Indifferent to it,
young girls natural perversity might
have brought about the consummation
20 devoutly to be wished; but, accus-
toned as she was to hear it spoken of as
settled matter. and having Jake's prais
es constantly runR in her ears. she had
grown to think of the matter as some
thing hateful and Notifying.
Hello Het, you look almost as sour
ss one of yer own crabsl What is troub-
ling that yallel head of yourn?" was the
salutation of her father, while Jake;came
silently to her side and placed letter in
her lap. She did not look up with a
smile or word, though she knew why he
was lingering. Papa. wish you would
not call my hair yellow. hate yellow
hairi" Jake colored scarlet to the roots
of his tawny locks. well, well, we
won't quarrel about the hair" said
Farmer Hale, if your mother can give
US some supper |"
"Oh father, mother |" cried Lefty
dancing into the room. "Only think
Aunt Riley wants me to 90 to New York
for month or two Isn't it splendid"
Farmer Hale arrested huge junk of
warm ginger bread on its way to his
mouth and his wife set down the tea pot
In the very act of replenishing her hus-
bands cup. Well, l never /" she eia-
culated, Il wonder if Mary Jane has lost
the little common sense she used to have!
Its enough for her to have gone and
married city chap without setting you
crazy to 60 galloping out there! Yer
head is none of the st;dda;est now, and
she'll turn it upside down with her nom
sense Mind, I tell you, Lefty, you
amt agoin off with any city teller if can
help It I've made up my mind !"
Lefty understood: How homely Jake
looked in the light of the cheerful room
he seemed to grow more awkward and
sun-burned every day. She wondered If
all farmers had such coarse rough hands
and such horrid yellow hair. She turned
to her father: "Ohl papa. may I go to
New York for month"; You know you
want me to be so smart and can learn
SO much in such big city. Only think!
Here | am almost eighteen and 1 have
never been out of Mapletonl It's a
shame Please say, yes, father. You
know I'm the only one, and I'm such
comfort 70 you. Farmer Hale leaned
back in his chair and laughed till the
tears ran down his cheeks. Lefty knew
she had won the day. She could coax
her father into letting her go to Spitz-
bergen fshe only teased hard enough.
A week later Jake lifted her, cloaked and
furred, into the green farm-wagon by her
fathers side, to be driven to the depot.
Good bye, Jake, she said, don't be
disconsolatc. There is Maria jenkins
left still, ifyou stand in need of consola-
tion." She never knew before that those
calm gray eyes could deepen and flash.
Il do not think I shallinecd consolation"
he answered cody. She felt her very
fnger-ends tinsle with vexation.
A month later Mrs. Hale sat. in silent
bewilderment, with letter in her hand
DEAR. DEAR FATHER AND Mother
| do not know how to begin to tell you
oil have to tell like the city first
rate l think should like to live here
always, And last night Somebody asked
me if could leave Napoleon and live
here with him ? told him to 60 out to
hiapleton and ask you. He will be there
tomorrow. and / know that you will
learn to love him for his own sake l
know that when he asks the question he
is going to ask tomorrow you will not
say no." Dear father and mother,
please forgive me. / am so very happy
and he loves me so much.
Lefty was right. When, in Mrs Hale