The Sentinel. [volume] (Trenton, N.J.) 1880-1882, 1881-04-30

there goes the fellow now under that
struggling vine!'
Humphp was all the answer she
vouchsafed him as she went on with her
| digging, but she doubted the existence
of the toad and believed he was making
sport of her.
The minutes crept up, u o'clock
came, and Bob was waxing savagely
hungry. AS he emptied the fourth
basket of potatoes, he said:
st is noon now, Miss Embers, I'm
sure. See Old Sol is directly over
us. Come, let's have our lunch under
the apple tree. I'm hungry as a canni-
ball."
81 too" acknowledged Garnet. "Get
that parcel yonder, Bob, and don't
squeeze it, else you'll crush the cram
berry tarts in it. Aunt Sarah made
them, and she's famous pastry cook"
Cranberry tarts ]" his mouth begin
ming to water. "You bet I'll hold it
lightly. I am especially fond of them.
But what delicacies does the luncheon
contain, Miss Embers, prepared by your
hands ?''
"Not any, Bob" with something that
sounded like sigh. 81 am no better
cook than dressmaker. We have both
missed our vocation. [ worked two
years in Madam Browns establishment
endeavoring to learn how to cut and
make dresses, but failed ANONYMOUSLY;
( was therefore sent home minus a recon-
mendation. So it will be with you,
Bob Although thoroughly good man,
MIR. Denver is a very exacting one, and
if your work to-day is a specimen of
what you can do he will not keep you in
his service any longer than what is alb
solutely necessary. What uphill work
life is for the poor! Dear me! Won
der what I am good for, anyway"
"Good to look at" he muttered, I'M
der his breath, wishing that she would
toss off the sunbonnet that almost con-
cealed her face. Then aloud, Good to
dig potatoes, suppose"
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 stream
let threaded it's way over pebbly bed,
washing the roots of the apple tree as
it ran merfily on. Here, on the grass,
i'll sound of its babbling voice, they
seated themselves and prepared to par
take of the repast, which Garnet spread
daintily out on a newspaper, first throw
ing off the offending sunbonnet, which
motion caused the red-brown hair to
tumble about her face, making pic
! ture at which Titan would have raved.
"By Jupiter /" calculated Bob, " she
is even prettier than imagined. She
is perfect witch"
He had dotted his sombrero, and his
by darkly splendid eyes, Garnet thought
the handsomest in the world.
eff he were not hired man." she
unused, cor even had ever so small an
income, I believe 1 could love him. AS it
is, the idea is simply ridiculous. I will
sound him to see if he is as intellectual
as he looks.
She did so, and they fell into con-
versation so agreeable to both that time
passed by UNDECIDED. A mans voice
aroused them. 1t was Mr.. Denver's.
"Heigho I" he cried, in hearty tone,
having picnic on small scale? Pla-
guy mean of you, Miss Garnet, not to
extend an invitation to your nearest
neighbor. When did you arrive %
"Last night. And, Mr.. Denver" as they
shook hands, -" I took the liberty of So
Letting help from your hired man in
digging few bushels of potatoes to take
to market
"Ha, ha, ha I" The good mans laugh
rang out loud and clear. did you
really take Bob for hired man? Why,
this is my guest, Mr. Lincoln-the
gentleman who owns the mortgage on
your aunt's place. He, to use an ex-
preston 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. 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
egregious blunder. Well, no apology
would be admissible now, and she must
brave it out as well as possible.
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 you %
And plucky little Garnet, with a
coquettish glance from under her jet
black lashes, said:
81 will. That is, with pretty hest
tation to her voice, "if you take me and
auntie's potatoes to market with Mr.
Denver's horse. wish to purchase
some groceries"
1t is 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 ant
covered it with mantle of white, Rob
ert Lincoln presented Mrs. barley witt
deed of the place and took Garne
away with him to his city home, where
as his wife, she reigns quite royalty; ant
he always blesses the day when he dug
potatoes with her, and she took him fo
" Mr.. Denver's hired man."
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It is well known that certain fowls fill
their digestive apparatus with grave
> and Debb1es. which act as millstones !,