The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1881-05-18

udNt Auk u low DubnGlo VI DObNbOOD anu
got Mr.. Denver's horse to go to obtain
somd of the things i cannot get along
without, but am good for nothing
good for nothingl" with a profound
sigh,
"Never mind, aunt, don't worry. I'll
see what can be done in the morning"
And next forenoon, about 10 o'clock,
witha hoe swung over her shoulder, and
half,bushel basket in her hand, in
which reposed half-dozen potato bags
and dainty repast done up in news
paper, She trudged to the potato lot, to
see what could be done F.; for the widows
niece, Garnet Embers, was girl equal
TO any emergency. She was a slender,
graceful girl, neither blonde nor bru-
nette, but combination of both, as
pretty creature as one would care to
see with her wonderfully fair complex
ion, tinged i with the merest flush of pink,
her dark Dyes, almond-shaped, and full
of vim, Bhadowed by black, curling
lashes, and superb abundance of red
brown hair, coiled low on her we'll
shaped head. She had donned a dun
hued calico dress, which she had fastened
up on all sides to keep clear of the dirt,
thereby displaying a foot arched and
slender as an Arabs and over her head,
hiding herfwondrous hair, was one of
her aunt's sunbonnets, making her look,
as she declared, a regular guy. She
reached the lot and set to work in earn
est, but somehow she made little pro-
gress. Oh if some strong-handed mas
culine creature were but around What
short work he would make of that job.
At this juncture the report of gun
sounded near, and Garnet looked up
Just in time to see a chipmunk, running
along the fence dividing her lot from
Mr.. Denver's, topple Grand an instant
after man in gray, muscularly framed
and handsome as Apollo, with wide
sombrero shading his face, appeared in
sight. How propitious the fates were
What she had devoutly wished for
was yonder-a man. Mr.. Denver's
hired man, without doubt. She sls-
pended operations, and with her hoe
raised aloft, cried orft
"Here, young man, come heIel i
want you to help in digging few
bushels of potatoes. / will see that you
do not incur Mr.. Denvers displeasure
by doing as 1 desire. And, indeed,
for that matter, you might as well be
working for me as to be idling
away your time in killing harmless
creatures. Come, what do you say?"
--'' ALI right, miss I'll be with you af
soon / can exchange my gun for hoe
for l suppose you intend to keep on
digginR"
Certainly. Now don't be long about
it. That's good man !"
She was earnestly digging away wheT
I he vaulted over the fence and stood 10y
her side, hoe in hand, his hat lowel
down on his face than ever. Bu
Widow Darley's niece paid no attention
to his personal appearance. He wa
nothing but hired man, so whethe
ugly or comely what mattered it to her
/ Old Sol, an inhamed ball of heat, glow
cred upon them savagely, and the per,
spiration stood in beaded drops upol
their faces as they toiled on, MI
Denver's hired man making no bette
progress with his row of potatoes thai
Garnet with hers. The girl glanced a
him contemptuously,
You don't succeed any better than
"a girl. You are the greenest hand a
digging potatoes L ever saw. Mr.. Den
yer II not keep you long, l know"
"Perhaps' not" he said, in a non
chalant way. 81 am green hand q
it, L acknowledge, but l guess 1 ca
learn after while. See, miss, if hay
done my work we'll"
"0h, my !" she cried out, vexatiousl,
chow stupid-how very stupid yo
are You have not got the potatot
half out of the hill, and those you hay
hauled out are well-nigh chopped
pieces by the hoe. You WELD thi
instrument as if it were your intentio
to muhlate, to destroy You need di
, no more !"
"Wen," leaning contentedly again
the hoe-handle, and wiping the perspi
a alton off his forehead with the daintie
of white handkerchiefs, from whiC
emanated the perfume of violets, VIII
next shall do? Issue your command
Miss-Miss"
Embers, young man, and an esp
7 cial friend of your master, Mr.. Denve
!, Well, as you do not manage the n
adroitly enough to be anything b
: detrimental to auntie's potatoes, "
! may as we'll take the half-bushel baskC
4 gather them up and put them in t
bags. They are peach-blows, and a
/ sure to bring an excellent price in {
o market; Mr."
!, She stopped and eyed him narrow
k for the first time, styling him remal
20 ably handsome and distingue-looki
10 person for hired man.
g "You may call me Bob" he said, w
s, a comical grimace. "Mr. Denver ca
st me that"
l. "Wel, Bob, to work Don't lag, a
a when noon comes you may share
ne lunch with me under the apple tree.
2, Quite an inducement. A feeling
a Iudicrousness came over him, and
e- fairly shook with laughter, Was
er laughing at her? Garnet drew hers
at up proudly, spark Of fire in her
dark ewes