The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1875-12-09

cTisP)y.
CHOW pretty you look to-day !"
,condescendingIy remarked I.
=. Il don't thank you for that, sir -
Is open disgraeeF"
was all the response.
"Why, Melindy I! whist makes you
SO cross ?" inquired +, in . tone meant
to be tenderly ,reproachful-in the
meantime attempting to possess my
self Of her hand for, to be honest,
Folder, had been little sweet to
the5girl before Kate drove her out of
my head. The hand was snatched
away I tried Indifference.
GLOW are the turkeys to-day, Me-
lindyr'
Here Joe, an entant terrible, came
upon the scene suddenly.
"Them turkeys eats a lot, Mister
Greene. Melindy says there's one on
'em struts jes' like you, n makes as
much gabble."
"Gobble! gobble! gobple" I" echoed
an old turkey from somewhere! 1
thought it was overhead, but I saw
nothing. Melindy threw her apron
over her face and laughed till her
arms grew red. I picked up my hat
and walked off, For three days I
kept out Of that part Of the Smith
demense, I assure you! Kate began
to grow mocking and derisive; she
teased me from morning till night,
and the more she teased me, the more
I adored her. I was getting desPer-
ate, when. one Sunday night Kate
asked me to walk down to the farm
house with her after tea, as Mrs. Tucker
was sick, and she had something to
take to her. We found the old wom-
an sitting up in the kitchen, and as
full of talk as ever, though an un-
lucky rheumatism kept her otherwise
quiet.
"How do the turkeys come on, Mn.
Tucker p said I, by way of conversa-
ton.
"Well, / declare, you han't heerd
about them turkeys, hev ye? You
zee they was doin' fine, and father he
went off to salt for a spell, SOS to
see'f 'twouldn't stop complaint he's
got,-I do'no' but it's spine in the
ack,-makes him kinder faint by
spells, SOS he loses his conscientious
ness all to once SO he left the chick
ems n things for Melindy to boss, n
she got somethin' else into her
head, n she left the door open one
night, and them ten turkeys they up
and run away, Expect they took to
the woods, fore Melindy brought to
mind how t she hadn't shut the door.
She's sot out fur to hunt 'em. l
shouldn't wonder'f she was out now,
seein' it's arter sundown."
'She ant nuther! p roared the ter.
rible Joe, from behind the door, where
he had retreated at my coming.
"She's settin' on Aour-barrel down
by the we'll, an George Bemont's a.
huggin' on her."
Good gracious p! what slap Mrs.
Tucker fetched that unluckY child,
with q long brown towel that hung at
hand! and how he howied! while
Kate exploded with laughter, in spite
of her struggles to keep quiet.
"He is the dre'fullest boy J" whined
| Mrs. Tucker. "Melindy tells how he
sassed you 'tother day, Mr.. Greene. l
shall hev to tewtor that boy; he's
got to hev the rod, I guess!'
| I babe Mrs. Tucker good night,
for Kate was already out Of the door,
and. before I knew what she was
about, had taken by-path in sight
of the we'll; and there, to be sure, sat
Melindy, on a PROSTATE Aour-barrel
that was rolled to the foot of the big
| apple-tree, twirling her fingers in
pretty embarrassment, and held on
her insecure perch by the stout arm
of George Bemont, handsome
brown fellow, evidently very we'll
content just now.
"Pretty,-isn't it p said Kate.
"Very,-quite pastoral" shifted
I.
We were sitting round the open
door an hour after, listening to a
| whippoorwill, and watching the slow
moon rise over hil]y range just east
of Centreville, when that ,elvish little
"week week !" piped out ofthe wood
that Jay behind the house.
.*That is hopeful" said Kate; Il
| think Melindy and George must have
tracked the turkeys to their haunt,
and scared them homeward."
"George-who ~ said Peggy.
George Bemont; it seems he is
what is your Connecticut phrase p
sparkin' Melindy:"
"I'm very glad !; he is q clever fel-
low" said Peter.
"And she is such a very pretty
GIRL" continued Peggy,-"so intelli-
gent and graceful don't you think
so, Sam?'
Jaw, yes, we'll enough for rustic"
said 1, languidlY. Il never c0l| d en-
dure red hair, though !" -
Kate stopped on the door-sill; she
had risen to 60 up stairs.
"Gobble! gobble! gobble!' mock
ed she. I had heard that once be-
fore! Peter and Peggy roared -
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