The Northern Pacific farmer. [volume] (Wadena, Minn.) 1878-1885, 1881-09-08

Loayes IL "a Faint with luxury,
-sESpe tMstle-down aashed.
!. .t'rsser, on the Icing, Gray road,
I" 'hSes--s mon,entsrv gust,
-naf drives along, with uoiseless goal.
"nirling phan tom clothed in 1:usk
III, dresms of nights Nocn tcA bath dreams;
Ii fugitive, mysterious eAnas. y
1nos annch their Feet On qnivsrths stres m,
Ans' now sooSo We bright lands!
= zee them browe arc southwark set:
nr A s'"s soon tr.a1r sails the haven crowd,
Ds sS'nim .cg dome and minaret
ga pavilion wove Of cloud!
-dlth ID. Thomas, in Atlantic Monthly,
THE MISTAKE GARNET MADE.
little, low-browed. yellow cottage.
s!eepllv Nesting meath canopy Of branch
ing hemlocks. Here dwelt Mrs. barley, 81
the Widow barley. as she was commonly
called ty the inhabitants OF Linden. Here,
since the departure Of her neice, Garnet,
soer brother Roberts child, for the CITY to
learn the dressmaker's trade, which event
occurred couple OF years ago, sho had
alEed alone, substituting ON tho produce
she raised on the few acres OF ground at
tatched to tho cottage, which she managed
to sell or barter away for groceries at a
thriving town three miles distant.
Day was fast ver9ing into dusk. Indeed
doro some time twilight had lam gray upon
the scene, and only a silver line kissed the
purple tops Of the distant mountain. The
Widow barley sat by the window busily
engaged III darning wretched looking
stocking over mammoth mock orange,
bemoanlng with every stick her recent at
tacs or rheumatism which confined her to
the house, when she was thoroughly con-
Sous OF the fact that her services were
needed ont OF doors. Now was the time to
dig her potatoes. now was the time to gath
er certain apples, and-do everything in
fact; aud here she was; not only unable to
eet about, but so heavily trammeled BY
debts that she found it impossible to secure
the assistance SO much needed.
We'll, declared"
This exclamation vas caused by the
rumolng old stage coach that daily passe, Il
ner house stopping at the front gate. nm,
which aliehted her neice, who ian dohnr
up the walk and into the house followed
BY a strongly built man bec .dne on his
shoulder good sized trunk xhfch ha d.
posited in the hall befc.ro MAKING 80.
exit. 'A ais
TOY w.; a se 20, A. at Susan?" with C. hug
hops?" ''"''' ~ 'AsaD"''s'n'
hr les les, oiled the Widow barley. who,
.. Nv Az was a tiny woman of fifty, with
:. ~. LAY not unlike the wrinkled apples that
x ~ on the tree in the garden, the mon
<tsE has got mo again in his clutc hes. But
whatever brings you home? You haven't
been sent adrIft again, surely?"
YES, aunt, a tremor of pain threading
her voice i'll spite Of her efforts to appear
'urconcernel, times are dull, and Madam
Brown has so little work she deemed it OK
pedient to dispense with the serfices the
girls who prove incompetent. I, being the
least shillful fher apprentices, was dis.
charged withouta regret. Most summarily
she dismissed me Withholding the few quaint
words Ct commentator she gr udginglv be.
slowed upon the others. I have no taste
for dressmakipg and am termed regular
botch. Not q very good recommendation to
help secure another situation, eh? But,
never mind, aunt! see am needed =.
homo. How are things prospering?"
Not ct all, in her most doloror
tie place is fairly weighed .o%, VIZ III
n1ortsage:, and for aught .,,n 1924 - ~" ~
contrary, Alr. Lincoln 80 Ano s W LILO
any day. Yes, any INV 5 ho,oo msv
find us without 81 letter Our laydes III; y
aJHs Ii,p.' W, there is no money to re-
pt .en,e ~ ~ :, ali -ee flour has been scraped
II IRON h. lie I" 4rel, and TO- dry was OBLIGED
70 20 oe =, "a pailful from are Grev: thcn.
~ -4eTe is net tea leaf in the eddy and
~ not know how to exist without NV cup
o. ies. I ment to have Dig few bushels
of potatoes and got Mr. Denver's horse to
go to obtain some Of the things I cannot
get aleng without, but am good for moth
lne-good tor Aothing!" with a profound
fieh:
Ncyrr mind, aunt, don't worry. Ill
see ',of ho in
ne next forenoon, about 10 O'clock.
with hoe swung over her shoulder, and a
half h1lshel basket in her hand, in which
reposel half dozen Of potato bags and a
dainty repast done up in n newspaper, she
tru,le,ed to the potato lot to SEQ what could
be dene; for the widows neice, Garnet EN-
bers. was girl equal to any emergency.
She WAS slender, graceful girl, neither G
blonde or brunette, but a co mbiuasion of
both, as pretty creature ns one would
care 20 see. with her wonderfully fair com.
plexion, tinged With the mereat flush of
pink, her dark eyes were almond shaped
and full Of vim, Swallowed by black curl
ing lashes, and a super abundance of red
brown hair, coiied low on her we'll shaped
hesd. She donned a DUN hued calico dress,
which she fastened up on all sides to keep
clear OF the dirt, thereby displayed foot
arched and slender as On Arabs, and over
'hcr head, hiding her wonderous hair, was
.onc OF her a.nt's sun bonnets, making her
look, as sho declared, regular guy. She
reached the lot and set to work in earnest.
sbut somehow she made little progress. Oh!
1t s'.ne strong handed masculine creature
vas but around. What short work he
would make of the job! x;
At this juncture the report of gun
sounded near, and Garnet: looked just in
time to see q chipmunk, running along the
fence dividing her lot from MIR. Denver's
topple over, and an instant after man in
gray, n,ascular]y framed aud as handsome
as Apollo, with wide somebrero shading
his face appeared insight: How propitious
the fates were: What she had devoutly
wished for was yonder-a man. Mr.. Den
vers hired, without doubt. She suspended
operat;ons, and with her hoe raised aloft,
cried out. ,~rr:
Here, young man, come here! want
You to help in digging few bushels OF po-
satocs. will see that you do not incur
Mr.. Denver's displeasure by doing as
desire. And. indeed, for that matter,
you might as we'll be working for me as to
be idling your time in killing harmless
creatures. Come, what do you say2"
All right, miss; III be with you as soon
rs can exchange my gun for hoe, for I
suppose you intend to keep on with your
digging?"
Certainly. Now don't be long about it.
That's good man." ~
She was earnestly digging away when he
vaulted over the fence and. stooa~by her
side, hoe in hand, his hat lewerd down
on his face than ever. Garnet, paid no at
tention TO his PERSONAL appearance. He
was nothing but hired man, SO whether
ugly or comely what mattered it TO her!
Old Sol, IN indamed ball of heat, glowed
upon them savase]y, and the perspiration
stood in beaded drops upon their faces as
they toiled on; Mr.. Denv er's hired man
mailing no better progress with his row of
potatoes than Garnet with hers. The girl
glanced at him contemptiously.
"You don't succeed any better than Ia
girl. You are the greenest hand that I