Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-06-29

goes picking round with his favorite till
bedtime, and then flies up and knocks
the others out of the way to make room
for her. What do you think Of that2'
ooh, pshaw'
'It's true. And I'll tell you some
thing more. He thinks he knows how to
lay an egg better than the hen
does. And if there's a hen that's
dilatory, he makes q nest for her, and
gets into it, and literally tries to show
her how. Isn't that human? Those hus-
bands that know every thing Oh, it's
as good Play!'
II should think So
'sAnd then the first Growing of a little
young rooster, and the strutting after
ward-it's so exactly like the first long
coat of boy, and the strutting after
that
'sNIarcia, ashamed of you," said
her mother, 81 must beg to hear no more
such conversation"
''Now, Mrs. Thurston," said Phil, "I'm
sure saw you laughing. And as for me,
I'm going to make those boxes with
March. I'm just as good u carpenter as
Noah"
And SO Phil went down the garden
with Marcia, and there we're days upon
days of hammering and saving and fit
ting; and Tom was going about full of
mischief, and Emily had her sewing un-
der the apple-tree near by, and Bessie
came down to bring a freshly baked tart
or some hot gingerbread.
"And I'm sure it's just like picnick-
ing" said Marcia. "You ought to be
obliged to me for making such a pleas
that we're almost through And as She
uttered the last sentence, Philip happen
ing to glance down at her in that mo-
ment from the ladder where he was stand
ing, her face suddenly famed up as if a
torch had been held before it, and she
turned and hid it's color over a box Of
old nails that she and Tom-an age age
that seemed now-had taken at school il
exchange for pins, meaning to sell then
to the junk-man, but diverted from theil
purpose by one Of Mrs. Thurston's meth
DDS of persuasion!
"Mamma always was the enemy O.
enterprise" said Tom, when they founc
the box. ~ suppose its the oil of bircl
that has kept these nails from getting
rusty
But as soon as Marcia could slip ava,
from all that merry racket she flew dow
to tine foot Of the orchard, and cast her
self into the deep grass there in the shad
ow, and cried to break her heart. Tha
one glance in Philips face, that swift in
slant, had served to turn the whole cart
.on pivot to an other issue of life. /
had, indeed held up torch before her, ant
now she knew that she loved PHILLIP
Masters. and she knew that he love(
Bessie, and the world was one dea'
blank.
The hens were not fed that night, an
nobody carried the eggs in; it was onl
when the moon set that, her skirts drip
ping with dew, Marcia stole in hersel
with her dogs, and crept away to bed.
1t was long fight that Marcia ha
with her heart on that September nigh
+ She rose early in the morning, and gay
the hens into Bridget's charge, looked il
to her mothers room and told her sl
was going to see Aunt Brown; and as ths
f good lady, now that she could no longf
whip her children, generally allowed the,
7 their way, no objection was made: an
Marcia found herself, after a couple {
hours, in the arms of her old counsellt
and friend, to whom, albeit, she neve
breathed word Of her trouble. A da
, of Aunt Brown, Marcia used to say, 81
: her up in virtue for half a year, and no
5 she took seven of them. "Sevcn day
4 counsel with an old angel ought to MAX
: an angel of me. But nothing will ev'
do that"
!. Yet when she went home there ";
s something different in Marcia's face fro
!. anything that had ever been there betor
y and if nobody paid enough heed to oI
: serve it, nevertheless the fact was tn
e that the hoyden girl had vanished, and
r grave and active woman had taken HI
s place-a woman who never allowed he
self to be still long enough to thin
y Size asked for no more dresses; she nev'
: put a ribbon near her; she brushed tt
Il kink out of her hair as we'll as she coul
and said to herself that it was of no III
v for her to try and look anything but
+ fright, with one eye hunting uptbe other
O the way hers was-an allusion to slig
It cast in her eye that was not at all unb
t coming on the who e; of course nobOC
would think of falling in love with a G.
u clops, and of course nobody could he
" loving such rose and lily piece as Bes
She was sure, she thought, she was 81;
S that Bess was happy but, for all that, 81
cried sadly about it. Yet after any
- these secret crying spells she fought h
battle with herself all the more furiousl
:" and although it ~rung her heart, 81
0 would insist upon talking about Phil
and suffer Bessie to sing his praises I
d every occasion that offered, in fear ar
n trembling all the while lest voice or fa
surrendered, and took all his small kin
r. nesses as a matter of course.
The winter wore away at last, and Ma
I cia might have felt her trouble in the
II behalf, her self-denial, and the money,
e rather the eggs, that she had spent, all I
l, paid in the glossy look Of her hens, wi
IS their red combs and their nests full
Y eggs. Those who are in search of al
thing can always find it, and she had s
cured, in one way and another, eggs
r the choicest breeds, the hatchings had ;
" turned out we'll, and the result was
d great flock of some Of the fnest-looki1
e birds in the country, among which a tro'
n of black Polanders went about shakil
their full white crests, and hardly able
see out of their eyes. "I'm sure they
o fne,' said Marcia. s'And as I am ncv
h going to marry, and shall have to earn n
Re living in some way, I'll earn it this way
st And she then announced that she "
rs going to contribute to the poultry she
% in the city, and waited for some oppo
IS ton.
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