Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1876-03-23
THAT HOME MADE ICE
CREAM.

lndi IHdFkeu the beginning OF the
Young squire's Christmas holidays at
home, and every minute of it cram
med and crowded with labor for the
entertainment in his honor at the
Crane Unconstitutional gracious
you amt going to have homemade
cream, surely 2 The young lady's
nose, which was exceedingly retrousSe
already, was perched high i'll the air
with disdain. If there's any thing |
can't ABIDE she said it's frozen corn
starch and that's all you can make
Of homemade cream, any way you
can fix it :
Hold your tongue, Angy,' said her
mother you're the most onfeelIn'
creetur | ever see. You'd hev me
harness up the team and drive away
to town and pay out mint of money,
when | ken jest as well hev it for
nothin' Hain't we got a prime new
freezer, and cream aud eggs and ice,
without it costin' a cent What more
do you want
"A prime new freezer Z scornfully
echoed Angy. you'll want halt a
dozen of 'em
We'll can't | borry 'em p said her
prudent parent.
And who's going TO hang over
'em said the young lady, whose stay
at boarding school had not obiterat-
ed the home dialect They need to
be turned and turned, and every
body,s worn out. It's nearly time to
dress now, and You want little
GOBLIN off yourself. You're as red as
a beet
I'il stay if can be Of any service,
said a voice in the doorway.
why Sally said Mr.. Crane,
you'll want to run home and dress,
won't you 2
'Oh, I'd rather not said voice,
this time trembling little. i don't
feel fit for any fan, Mr.. Crane. 1t
don't seem to me | ever will again.
i s'pose not, deary,' said the
farmers wife, with an expression Of
pity mingled with relief. 1T III be
dreadful convenient to hev you stay,
Sally if you kin. There's a power to
do yet, and only one pair o hands to
do it. Is'pose you wouldn't keer to
go up in the parlor ; but the
freezer II be in the cellar, and the
heater keeps it nice and warm down
there and while you're amakin, the
cream, yoy kin listen to The music.
and hear the noise and all. 1t II
come kind O. nice to you that way,
won't it, Sally ?
'Good life, mar 7 laughed the viva
cious daughter SIS that what you
call nice ? 1t reminds me of the little
hungry boy that went to smell the
steam at the pastry-cook's !
you don't know nothin' about the
way Sally feels said Mrs. Crane,
NOR don't think you could if you
tried. / believe you'd dance and
whsle about before the grass took
root over your pappy's grave but
Sally loved hern, poor child, and she
can't help thinkin' of the poor school
master lyin' ont there in the snow,
when here he was, only bit ago, as
chick and smart as any body. les
no known whose turn it III be next
Whether the good woman had any
reason of her own for thus dwelling
upon the melancholy subject, it de-
cided poor little Sallys aversion for
The merry-making, and put to flight
the gay Angelica, who was in no
humor for red eyes and noses, when
the young squire would shortly come,
and it behooved these features TO be
at their best.
But Sally fell to sobbing outright,
not giving a thought to the deleter-
ious effect of tears upon her beauty,
although once upon a time it was
bright and bonry enough to ensnare
the young squire himself Long ago,
when he drew her to school on his
handsome sled, he made many q
stumble over the ice in looking back
upon the sweet face under its scarlet
hood, the little cheeks all aglow, and
the yellow curls wantoning about
with the brisk wintery air. Sally's
was always the biggest apple from
the finest tree in the orchard the
most luscious grapes from the Crap
ery found their way to Sally's besk !;
and in the intervals of his possessing
penknife Young Master Randall left
no blunt pencil in Sally's sackel.
/ When it became necessary that he
should be sent to place of instruc-
ton betting his station in life, and
the fat had gone forth that the dear
old DAYS at the village school should
become part and parcel Of the past !;
when he must bid good-by to his
romps in the new.mown hay, his races
with the young colts in the ten-acre
field, his berrying and picnicking
his coastng down the glorious old
hill when he must part with his dog
Lancer and his gun and his pony
above all, with Sally-it was heart
rending time. Whatever grown-up
folks may think of these childish
grlefs, they are as tough to bear as
the heavier ones that come later, and
thew leave great ugly scars that are
: sometimes only half healed over.
When Will Randall cut Sally's
name and his own deep into the bark
; OF an old walnut.tree at the foot OF
+ the lane, it seemed to him that tbs
knife went into his heart with every
turn of the letters in her precious
name. Tears rolled out of his eyes in
spite of his manly endeavor to choke
. them down as for Sally, she had
given way long ago, and, with heI
sun bonnet tied down over her face
D was watering the gray old moss al
r the foot OF the tree with floods o.
childish woe.
Al last It was done there was the
: initials linked together deep in the
S rugged bark the crimson light from
the western sky shown full upon eact
and all. VIII put his knife back il
his pocket with click OF determine
,,I.a1 bacl his taars a. oncs