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

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koas.gin'Mr. Wellers3 phrase. ri Mrs
Bem0ut was paid, and while she. was
giving me the: :ohange,-a& .=:.: -!
y eQh1" said she, "you're goin' right
to Miss Tncters,, ant yes-got to
drop the turkeys won't you tell
:Missg Tucker t George is comm
home tomorrer, an he's ben: to Cali
forny. She know'd us alters, and
Meiiudy n George used ter be DIRE.
full thick fore he went off, a good
spell back, when they was nigh about
children J.; so I guess you'd better tell
'em.",i:.:
ri "Confound these turkeys!'' mutter
ed /, as ! jumped over the basket.
"Why r said Kate, II suspect they
are confounded enough already~
'"They make such a noise, Kate p
So they did; "weeki week week r
all the way, like q colony from some
spring. walked pool .,.,.
:! ,"Their song might be compared
" To the croating Of fross in . pond r'
The drive was lovelier than before
The road crept and curled down the
hin, now covered from side to side
with the inteflacing boughs of grand
old chestnuts now barriered on the
edge Of 4 ravine with broken frag.
'ments: and boulders Of granite, gar.
landed by heavy vines now skirtine
orchards full of promise !; and all the
wy companied by a tiny brook, veil
cd deeply IN alder and hazel thickets
and making in its shadowyy channel
perpetual mufaed music, like child
singing in the twilight to reassure its
halffearful heart. Kate's face was
sohened and full Of rich expression
herpink nbons threw q delicate tinge
|iof bloom upon the rounded cheek and
pensive eyelid; the air was pure
balm, and'a cool breath from the re-
ceding showers Of the distant thun.
derstofm just freshened the odors Of
wood and field. I began to feel sus.
piciously that sentimental, but through
it all came persevering week week
week !" from the basket at my feet
Did I make a fine remark on the
beauties Of nature, "Week v'echoed
The turkeys. Did Kate praise some
tint or shape by the way, "Week
week = was the feeble response. Die
we get deep in poetry, romance, Of
metaphysics, through the most brilli
ant quotation, the sublimest climax
the most acute distinction, came il
"Week week week r I began tt
feel as if the old story of transmigra
ton were true, and the souls of half 6
dozen quaint and ancient satirists hac
got into the turkeys. I could not en-
dureitl Was I to be squeaked out o;
ill my wisdom, and knowledge, ano
device, after this fashion? Never!
began, too, to discover q dawnine
smile upon Kate's face; she turned
her head away, and I placed the tur
key-basket on my knees, hoping {
change Of position might quiet it.
contents. Never was man more a
fault! they were no way stilled by my
magnetism on the contrary, the,
threw their sarcastic utterances into
my teeth, as it were, and shamed M
to my very face. 1 forgot entirely t.
90 round by Mrs. Peters's. I took {
cross-road directly homeward a pause
"a lull-took place among the tur
keys.
Chow sweet and mystical this hou,
isl" said I to Kate. in high-fow1
manner !; " it is indeed
/. An hourwhen lips delsy to speak,
Oppressed With silence deep and pure;
Whsu' passion psuses-'"
f. "Week! week! week !" chimed i1
those eonfounded turkeys. Kate
burst into d helpless fit of laughter
What could I do3 I had to laugh
myself since I must not choke tn,
turkeys. =.
"Excuse me, Cousin SAM" sale
Kate, in . laughter. wearied tone, "a
could not help it; turkeys and senti
mentality do not agrree-always!" ad
ding the last word maliciously, as ]
15fpsrtang out to- open the farmhouse
1ate aid disclosed Melindy, framed ii
the :buttefy window, ! skimmliin1gg i1g milk
s picture worthy Of wilkie. 1 de
'1ivered over. my captives to:Joe, ant
stalked iinto the kitchen to give Mrs
|sBemont's message. Melindy. came
out but ID soon as I began to tel
her mother I got that message, Mis-,
Melindy, with the sang troid of
duchess, turned back to her skim
ming,-or appeared to. Igained moth
ing by that move.
Peggy and Peter received us be
nignly; so universal solvent is sue
cess, even in turkey-hunting!
meant to have gone down to thu
farmhouse after tea, and inquired
about the safety of my prizes, bu1
Kate wanted to play chess. Pete,
couldn't and Peggy wouldn't; I hac
to, of course, and we played late
Kate had such pretty hands; lonl
taper fingers, rounded to the tinies'
rosy points no dimples, but full mus
cles, firm and exquisitely moulded
and the dainty way in which sh'
handled her men was halt, the game
to me: y lost it; I played wretch
edly. The next day Kate went will
me to see the turkeys; so she did Gay
Alter .WA. saarAa Mnreft;not Melindy