The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1881-05-07

self up proudly, with spark of fire
in her big dark eyes.
VIA makes you laugh so immod.
erateB, Bob? 1t is not polite of you,
and Ishall certainly report your i'll
behavior to Mr.. Denyen.'
'Pry don't, Miss Embers.' with
an affected humility. / couldn't
help It. Indeed l couldn't. If you
had ssen that i'll favored hoptoad leap
over that potato, you'd laugh too. 1t
was 50 funny. The toad was so small,
whereas the potato has grown to am
enormous size-a regular whopper
Look, Miss Embers, there goes the
fellow now under that Struggling
vine /!
'Hunph!' was all the answer she
vouclsafed him, as she went on with
her digging, but she doubted the ex-
istene of the tead and believed he
was making sport of her.
Lily miiIutCo NiVyt Ous tWCifC
O'Clock came, and Bob was waxing
savagly hungry. AS he emptied
the fourth basket of potatoes he said
1T is noon now. Miss Embers,
am sire. See! Old Sol is directly
over Is. Come, let US have our lunch
underthe apple tree. l am hungry
as a cnnibal.
Il too acknowledged Garnet. 'Get
that paper yonder, Bob, and don't
squeeze it, else you will crush the
cranberry tarts in it. Aunt Sarah
made them, and she is "A famous pas
try cook
'eaz iassss His zaasll he.
ginning 10 wafer. You bet I'll hold
it lightly. | am espet cially fond of
them. But what delicacies does the
luncheon contain, Miss Ember, by
your hands?
Not any, Bob, with something
that sounded like sigh. i am no
better cook than dressmaker. We
have both missed our avocation. l
worked twoyears in Madam Browns
establishment endeavoiing to learn
how to cut and maxi dresses, but
failed ignominiously. was therefore
sent home minus recommendation
Soit will be with you, Bob. Although
a thoroughly good man, Mr.. Den
ven is very exacting one and if
your work to day is specimen of
what you can do, he will not keep
you in his employ any longer than
what is absolutely necessary. What
uphill work is life for the poor! Tear
me! / wonder what l am good for,
anyway p
Good to look at he muttered un-
der his breath, wishing that she
would toss off the sunbonnet that al
NEST concealed her face. Then aloud,
Good to dig potatoes, l suppose
AT which both laughed heartily
and together they wended their way
to the apple tree, weighed down with
golden fruit, at whose foot they were
to partake OF their lunch. A music
al streanilet threaded its way over a
pebb y bed, washing the roots of the
apple tree as it ran merrily on. Here
on the grass, in sound of its babbling
voice they seated themselves and pre-
pared to partake of the repast, which
Garnet spread daintily out on news.
paper, first throwing off the offend
ing sunbonnet. which melton caused
the red-brOwn hair to tumble about
ner face, making picture at which
Titan would have raved.
by Jupiterr calculated Bob, 'sht
is even prettier than l imagined
She is perfect WITCH
He had deffed his sombrero, and
his picturesque, Moorish face illumi'
mated by darkly splendid eyes, Gar
net thought the handsUmest In IN
world.
IF he were not a hired man. she
unused, scr even had SO small an in
come, 1 believe could love him
AS il is, the idea is simply ridiculous
l will sound him to see if he is as In
telligent as he looks.
She did 80, and fell into a cOnver'
sation SO agreeable to both that time
passed by unheeded. A mans voice
aroused Them. 1t twas Mr.. Denven 3
'Heigho p he cried. in hearty
tone, having picnic on SINAI
scale? Plaguy mean of You. Miss