The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1872-04-13
II THE SUBS.
BY CHARLES j. CHATFIELD

BY CHARLES j. CHATFIELD.
''A most unpoetic theme, promising
little save steam, and a combination of
Mondayish odor - say you, oh faithful
reader, who, having conscientiously
paid your subscription and filed your
receipt, seek to CLEAN from these pages
instruction and amusement
Dldst ever pass on the windward side
of pearl oyster, just ready for the
knife of the seeker for hid treasures
No,
Then you may fail to appreciate the
fact that your hasty decision is by no
means based upon logical course of
reasoning.
Carrie Allen would have agreed with
you, though, on a sultry morning in
July, she toiled over a wash board I'M
der great apple tree in the back yard.
Her plump arms suffered little by con
trast with the soapy foam which she so
vigorously coniured up, until it rose
nearly on level with the top of her
tub, and the clearness of her complexion
proved that she had been reared in a
family where the pork barrel was not
the Alpha and Omega of dietetics.
Patent clothes washers and wringers
were deemed useless waste of money
by Farmer Allen, whose mother and
grandmother had never used them, and
hence they found no place in his house
hold.
The line full of half dried garments,
and the pile of bed and table linen in
the mammoth basket by her side, bore
witness to the industry of the girl who,
as she gave the last twist to a snowy
Counterpart and turned to place it
among its fellows, was surprised to
find a stranger regarding her move
ments.
His step, upon the velvet tart of the
old farm yard, had been SO light as to
render her unconscious of his approach
and her color heightened as, removing
his broad brimmed hat he said
Il beg your pardon, Miss, | an. in
search # a trout stream, which I was
told at the station lay somewhere in
this direction may I trouble you for
some information in regard to it !"
The little stream among the hazels
yonder must be the one [ think :" re-
piled she i'll courteous tone, CHANGING
toward belt of dark green, that skirt
ed the further side of meadow, be-
hind the farm buildings my broth
er sometimes fishes In it further up the
glen; trout seldom come down 50 far
as this.
GO college chum Of mine used to live
somewhere In this neighborhood, he
remarked apparently less anxious to
pursue his piscatorial adventure than
to continue the conversation :" should
be glad If you could tell me whether
Harvey Allen is about home
He is, sir, said she, smiling
4" Harvey Allen is nay brother. He is
at work somewhere about the farm. y
Johnnie, Johnnie - she called 80 a
little fellow, who was approaching from
the direction of the barn, with half
rimless palmleaf filed to OVERLOOKING
with eggs, ''where are they working
this forenoon 2"
Cradlin' up on the hill lot an
swered the youngster, scratching the
turf with The toes of one bare foot,
while poised upon the other. he viewed
the elegant fishing-rod of the stranger
with open-mouthed admiration,
Go up and tell Harvey that a gen.
tleman wishes to see him. John
moved at slow pace toward the house
casting every now and then glance at
that wonderful fishing-rcd. Hurryine
back as soon as he had emptied his hat,
ne began. "Now Sis, pa is awful busy,
and | can show the man where he can
catch N ore fish than Harvey can; |
know where there is some regular bus
ters.
The stranger laughed.
Carrie blushed at Johnn1e's ill-timed
remark, and babe him go for his broth
er at once.
Seeing that she was in earnest, he
started Oh at brisk pace, not even
looking back until he reached the first
fence.
If you will step into the house, sir.
my brother will be here very soon, $
said she, unpinning her sleeves, and roll
Ing them down as she spoke
g With your permission, then, I will
wait for him here" he replied, seating
himself upon the tongue of a wagon
drawn in front of the corn-crib.n
Pray do not let me disturb YOU in
the least
Then I will go on with my wash
ing, and take you at your word" was
her pleasant relolnder as she turned TO
her tub and resumed her task.
George Merrill watched and wonder.
ed.
Here was simple country girl. as
much at her ease, beside wash, tub in
IN her fathers yard, as though he had
been thousand miles distant, instead
of noting every turn of her nimble fin
gers. To be sure she was Aliens sister.
and Allen had plenty of good sense and
genuine manliness about him but then
the young women whom he had known
had not the strength, even if they had
been inclined, to rush a washing in
that fashion. What would either of
his three butterfly sisters say 10 such
tax upon her vitality, supposing her
pride would permit her to attempt it
He had heard his mother boast of such
feats performed in girlhood, before her
removal to the city and her marriage
to the rising young lawyer, but had al
ways regarded them as somewhat apo
cryphal. How neat-looklng this maiden
was, too, with the large apron over her
pretty calico, and her close fitting but
ton boots. His revery was interrupted
by the CHEEKY voice of his friend.
well, well, old boy; what lucky
wind blew you in this direction
Hardly lucky, though, either,
since it stranded you in the backward.
"Puss, why didn't you show my
friend into the house Suppose you
hardly nead an introduction by this