The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1880-09-17

will not 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?'
..GoOi to look al" he muttered un-
der his breath, wishing that she would
toss off the sunbonnet that almost con-
cealed her face. Then aloud, "Good
to dig potatoes, guess"
At which both laughed heartily, and
together they wendell their way to the
apple-tree, weighed down with golden
fruit, at whose foot they were to par
take of their lunch.
A musical streamlet threaded its way
over pebbly bed, washing the roots of
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 news
paper. first throwing off the offending
sunbonnet, which motion caused the
red-brown hair to tumble about her
face, making a picture at which Titan
would have raved.
"By Jupiter!' CALCULATED Bob. "she
is even prettier than I imagined. She
is perfect WITCH"
He had dotted his sombrero, and his
picturesque, Moorish face, illumined by
darkly splendid eyes, Garnet thought
the handsOmest in the world.
If he were not q hired man." she
unused, "or even had ever so small an
income, believe could love him. As
it is, tie idea is simply ridiculous. I
will sound him to see If he is as in
tellectual as he looks"
She did so, and they fell into con-
versation so agreeable to both, that
time passed by unheeded. A mans
voice aroused them. It was Mr.. Dem
ver's.
"Heigho" he cried in a hearty tone.
having a picnic on a small scale?
Plaguy mean of you, Miss Garnet. not
to extend an invitation to your nearest
neighbor. When did you arrivep''
''Last night. And, Mr.. Denver" as
they shook hands, II took the liberty
of soliciting help from your hired man
in digging few bushels of potatoes to
take to market"
"Ha. ha, har' The good mans
laugh rang out loud and clear. "Did
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 an
expression in vogue, is fairly rolling in
riches. Ha! ha! ha! my hired man!
Miss Embers, Mr.. Lincoln"
He strolled away, and the two were
left alone.
''Miss Embers?''
No reply; the fair face was buried
low in her hands, and Garnet felt as if
she could never meet his gaze again.
How came she to make such an eyre
gious blunder? Well, no apology would
be admissible now, and she must brave
it out as well as possible. .. 81,
"Garnet," and now the hands were
removed from the flushed face, and
held in his warm clasp, "listen to me.
You have made mistake, and the only
way you can rectify it is to accept me
as your friend. Will youP'
And plucky little Garnet, with Co
quettish glance from under her jet-black
lashes, said
81 will. That is" with pretty hes
itation to her voice, eff you'll take me
and auntie's potatoes to market with
Mr.. Denver's horse. wish to pur-
chase some groceries"
It's needless to say that he did as she
desired, and late in November, when
the air was chill and keen. and the
flakes of snow eddied to the ground,
and covered it with mantle of white,
Robert Lincoln presented Mrs. barley
with deed of the place, and took Car
net away with him to his city home,
where as his wife she reigns quite
royalty; and he always blesses the day
when he dug potatoes with her, and she
took him for "Mr. Denver's hired
man. Ballou's Monthly.