The Beaufort tribune and Port Royal commercial. [volume] (Beaufort, S.C.) 1877-1879, 1877-09-13

low gown stepping quickly about the
farmhouse kitchen. She was making
fine biscuit, her brisk, hordy hands
molding them deftly and quickly. She
has set out round table with white
cloth, taking down the shining dishes
from the old-fashioned dresser.
"They will soon be here, I think,
she says, ever and anon looking from the
great door, of which the upper half
swings in, after the manner of old Dutch
farm-houses.
She comes out presently, smiling and
courtesying to party who drive up in
neat little one-horse wagon. "This
is my mother" says the young man who
drives the equipage. He lifts down
Fifne he helps madam to alight.
Fifne's face is shining like that of a
cherub new fedged in paradise. She
kisses the little old mother, and they are
friends instantly.
After that rare, that delicious lunch
in the old kitchen, they went wandering
about the place-to the old hen barn, to
the pasture, where two COWS stood pa
tiently and stupidity looking through the
bars. "They are tame said Fifne,
who had once been to a menagerie.
The little old mother laughed, and the
two prattled gayly along hand in hand.
Madam, with wild rose in her hair,
strolled ahead with the elate Monsieur
Jack. Round them rolled the billowy
hills, faint autumnal haze floating at
their low SUBMITS, and the smoke from
there and then farmhouse wreathing
up to the sunlight. Some birds twit-
tered softly in the copse, scarcely dis.
tributing. the silence and sweetness OF
the summer time hush. A tiny brook
running along the hedge glittering with
cardinal flowers. Her companion gath
cred handful of the flaming spikes
for madam.
"Ah, how beautiful they are!" she
cried. Chow beautiful it all is here
One could, indeed, live here forever"
She glanced about at the purple hills,
the fields, the peace and plenty every
where.
"How can you have all these glories,
and be poor p she asked. "In my
country a peasant would call himself
rich with all these. He will have many
friends, and his wife will wear silk
gown. He will not traffic in the city with
the canaille."
A deep flush rose to the young mans
cheek. He did nst reply at once.
"Madam," said he, ut length, "in
this country there are no peasants. We
are all free, and we do not care for trides.
A man who owns his little farm is indie
pendent; he can make his own market if
he chooses. That is enterprise; that
is what keeps the fences trim, and the
little old mother stirring. Ibuy and sell
where can. I have DO wife to object,
he added, laughing; "and for the rest, /
am, after all, poor man"
"Such poverty I" cried madam, lifting
her hands. "Here, I repeat, I could stay
forever, my friend"
"And VII your" said Monsieur Jack,
turning his sunburned face suddenly
upon her. "See, madam, how happily
we have spent the day together. Let us
have many SUCH"
Fifne came fitting up the path, laugh
ing and singing.
"Oh, stay oh, stay, maman p she
cried; "the dear old mother will not let
US go away"
ssI shall buy my wife silk gown
whispered Monster Jack, mischievously.
"Say yes, maman," cried Fifne.
And madam, blushing and smiling,
looked down at the cardinal flowers and
said eyes. ."-Harpers Weekly.