The Red Cloud chief., 1880-12-09

m-favored hop-tosd leap over thst 20
ta,o, you'd laugh toa. IL was > funny
The toad was 50 n Al, whereas ths
/ potato has grown to "a enormous sif'
IA regular 1hopper' Look Miss I'm
bers. there goes the fellow now uadei
that struggling vinef
"HumphT was al the answer she
vouchsafei him. a. she went on Will
her digging. bat she doubted the ex
istence Of the tosd. and believed be VA
making sport Of her.
The minute. crept n tselve o'ciocs
came. and Bob was waxing savsgeiy
hungry. A. be eu.tel the fourth
basket Il potatoes be sasi:
1T is noon now. y IS Embers. I'm
sure. See. Old So. is directly owe.
us. Come. lett have our lunch unde,
the apple-tree- I'm hungry as \ can
nibai."
II too" acknowledged Garns.
Get that parcel yoaier. Bob. and
don't squeeze it. else you'll crush the
cranberry tar;s in i. Aunt Sarah
made them. and she's n famous pastry
cook"
'Cranberry-,artsr' his mouth begin
ming TO water. You bet Ill hold j,
lightly. am especially ionr OF them.
But what d~elicacies does the luncheon
contain. Miss Embers, prepared by
your hands?"
'Not any. Bob" with something
that sounded like a sigh. II am nc
better cook than drcssmaker. We have
I AasL ...-~al x-.- -A NEnEEHt
two years in Madam Browns establish
mcnt e~ndeavoring To learn how TO cut
aud make dresses. but failed igno-
miniously; was therefore sent home.
| minus a Recommendation. So II Will
be with you. Bob. Although 4 thor
ouyhly good man. Mr.. Denver is n very
exacting one. and il your work to-day
is a specimen OF what YOU can do, nc
will no. keep you in his service any
longer than absolutely necessary.
What uphill work life is for the poor.
! Dear me. | wonder what | am good
for. any way?'
Good to look at" he muttered I'M
der his breath, wishing that she would
toss oil the sunbonnet that almost con.
cealed her face. Then aloud, Good
to dig potatoes, | guess
Al which both laughed heartily. and
together they wendei their way TO the
apple-tree, weighed down with golden
fruit, at whose loot they were 10 par
take of their lunch.
A musical strcamlet threaded its way
over a pebbly bed. washing the roots ol
the apple-tree as it ran merrily on.
Here, on the grass, in sound of its bah.
bling voice, they seated themselves, and
prepared TO partake OF the repast. which
Garnet spread daintily out on a news
paper, first throwing off the offending
sunbonnct, which motion caused the
red-brown hair TO tumble about her
face, makinga picture a, which Titan
would have raved.
"By Jupiter" calculated Bob, "'shs
is even prettier Than imagined. She
is a perfect witch
He had dotted his sombrero. and hi:
picturesque, Moorish face, illumined by
darby splendid eyes, Garnet thought
the handsomest in the world.
IF he were not a hired man." she
unused. "or even had ever SO small al
income. / believe could love him. A,
it is, the idea is simply ridiculous.
will sound him to see if he is rs in
tellectual as he looks"
She did so. and they fell into n con
versation so agreeable to both, thai
time passed by UNDECIDED. a man:
voice aroused them. Ii was Mr.. Den
ver's.
"Heighor' he cried in a hearty tone
"having a picnic IN a small SCALE
Plaguy mean Of you. Miss Garnet. moi
to extend an invitation to your nearest
neighbor. When did You ~arrive?'
last night. And, Mr.. Denver" a
they shook hands, Il took the liberty
of soliciting help from your hired mar
in digging few bushels of potatoes tC
take to market
"Ha. Ina, hal" The good mans
laugh rang out loud and clear. "Dic
you really take Bob for a hired man
Why. this is my guest, Mr.. Lincoln
the gentleman who holds the mortgage
on your aunt's place. He, to use At
expression in vogue, is fairly rolling il
riches. IIa! ha! Ia! my hired man
Miss EmberS, Mr.. Lincoln
He strolied away, and the two were
left alone.
Miss EmberS?"
No reply; the fair face was buried
low in her hands, and Garnet felt as i
she could never meet his gaze again
How came she to make such an eyre
gious blunder:? Well, no apology woulC
be admissible now, and she must brave
it out as well as possible.
Garnet" and now the hands were
removed from the flushed face. ant
held in his warm clasp. "listen to me
You have made a mistake, and the only
way you can rectify it is to accept me
as your friend. Will you?'
And plucky little Garnet, with n CO.
quettish glance from under her jet-blacl
lasheS, said
~ will. That is" with a pretty hes.
itation to her voice, IF you'll take mt
and auntie's potatoes to market with
Mr.. Denver's horse. l wish to pur'
chase some groceries,"
1t is needless to say that he did as she
desired. and late in November, wher
the air was chill and keen, and the
flakes of snow eddied to the ground.
and covered it with a mantle of white
Robert Lincoln presented Mrs. barley
with a deed of the place, and took Gar
net away with him to his city home,
where as his wife she reigns quite
royalty; and he always blesses the da,
when he dug potatoes with her. and sh,
| took him for .Mr. Denyer'S hireC