Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1881-08-21

looks because his work lies out OF the
doors" she unused, "but have worked
IN this old kitchen until look old enough
to be his mother!" She paused with q
bitter laugh, 81 almost wish | was his
mother, then he would be suited with
what didp'
Noon came. The twelve O'Clock
whistle sounded sharp and clear from the
factory in the village, mile away; and
before the whistle had ceased little fig
ure stepped out on the side porch of the
Brewster house and blew horn.
"There's woman for you," said Solo,
mon. Wyse, admiringly. "Dinner to the
mlnate, and won't it be a good one!''
The dinner was indeed success
Every dainty of the season and the farm
was there, skillfully cooked and neatly
served on table in the cool dining
room-a table covered with snowy
cloth fresh from its folds, and glass and
| china
In the center of the table stood a great
china bowl full of red roses that perfumed
the room. Her cheeks were red, her eyes
shone dark and bright, and her words and
smiles were ready, for every one save
George.
She wore dress of silver gray ALPACA
that had been her travelling dress when
they were married.
| A large white apron with bib shielded
the glories of the costume. But why did
she put it on? Surely, she could not think
of ''going visiting" that afternoon, with
| six haymakers to get tea for and the
milk of eight COWS to attend to after
ward
The question burned upon his tongue
as he fingered momeut behind the other
| men.
But he finally went out without asking
it, The wife, who was afraid she hated
him, seemed almost like stranger, al
though she looked so much on this occa-
sion like the girl he had married just
two years ago.
AS George neared the door of the wood
shed where the men were lOunging away
the rest of their incoming, he heard his
own name uttered by Solomon Wyse, in
tones of anger.
Involuntarily he stayed his steps.
eyes, knew George from a baby up,
and always said he'd make likely man.
But VOW, it's shame how he treats
that pretty title creature Such lunch
this morning, and such dinner this
noon, in such nice, cool room, with the
red roses, and all the rest of it! and she Is
just as pretty as picture, with her red
cheeks and bright eyes and wavy hair,
and dressed as neat as pink, too! And
he sitting there as glum as a cross old
man of ninety. was ashamed of him."
sIve heard he does nothing but find
fault with her all day long," said Sec
ond voice "My wife says if threw my
mother into her teeth, as George does his
in Letty's, she'd run away from me be-
fore she was day older.''
"And serve you right" chimes in a
third. 'I'll tell you what my wife says.
She says it's COMPOUNDED mean and small
of George not to keep a woman here to
help his wife. And when saw the din
ner to-day that the pretty little thing had
got for us, all alone, [ thought so, too.
Hang me if I hadn't half mind to stop
here this afternoon and help her wash up
that great pile of dishes, and let the hay
ing 60 to thunder. It's enough to kill the
woman to have all the work to do. And
George is rich. What on earth is the
man thinking of? But he will be sorry
for this year or two hence, when we
have to come here on different Grand
althgether''
s'To carry her out in coffin,' said
Solomon Wyse eyes, suppose it will
come to that if some of us don't talk seri-
ously to George. She don't look at all
strong now, and her hand trembled when
she changed my plate. It's a burning
shame, and if none of you will talk to
George, will"
But when George Brewster joined them
Solomon Wyse deemed it prudent to de-
fer the proposed "talking to- for his
brow was black as night, and he had no
more to say to his neighbors now than to
his wife at the dinner table.
This, then, was the way in which they
spoke about him behind his back; these
men who labored beside, and took their
wages from his hand, and pretended to
be his friends.
And his wife was afraid that she hated
him!
To whom could he turn for comfort?
From whom could he expect true friend
ship-if she who should have been near
est was an enemy in disguise? Lost
in a moody revery, he paid little atten-
ton to his work.
And at last, at three O'Clock in the af-
ternoon, there was sudden uproar IN
the bayfield, tramping of hoofs, rush
of terrified men, a confusion of voices,
and among them all George Brewster ly-
ing on the ground beneath the moving
machine, his right arm and right leg,
broken by the wheels, his head cut and
bleeding with a heavy fall.
Meanwhile, Lefty, in the cream colored
house, had not been idle.
Tying on great calico apron in place
of her white one, she had quietly washed
and put away the dinner dishes and re-
duced the dining-room to order.
Tea was easily arranged, since 1T was
to consist of cold dishes with glasses of
milk for the men.
She threw table-cloth over the whole
as it was finished, and went upstairs into
the spare chamber to pack her trunk.
Yes, Lefty had made up her mind at
last She was going away.
Life had degenerated into slavery, I'M
frightened, as she fancied, by single
ray of love. .a
s'And slavery will support one any
WHERE thought Lizzy, and with trembl-
ing hands she locked and strapped her
trunk and fastened her few lines to
George upon the lid.
At the porch door she paused for one
last look around the house that might
have been so happy.
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