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

row a pailful from Jane Gray (; theh'
too. there is not a leaf of tea in the
caddy, and l do not know how Va
exist without my cup of tea. ! nau
meant to have dug few bushels o
potatoes, and got Mr.. Denven's horse
to go to market to obtain some o'
the things cannot get along Win
out, but am good for nothing-goo''
for nothing!' with a profound sigh'
Never mind, aunt. dent worry
I'll see what can be done in the morn
ing.'
And next forenoon. about lv'
o'clock. with a hoe swung over her
shoulder. and half-bushel baskst
in her hand. in which reposed haH
tlozen potatC Bags ana y dssin4y ~
done up in a newspaper, she trudged
to the potato-lot, to see what could
be done, for the widows niece, GAR
net Embers. was a girl equal to any
emergency. She was slender, grace
full girl, neither blonde nor brunette,
but combination of both, as pretty
a creature as one would care to see,
with her wonderfully fair complex
ion, tinged with the crest flush If
pink, her dark eyes, almond shaped.
and full of vim, shadOwed by black,
curling Iashes and superb abun-
dance of red brown hair, coiled low
on her welshaped head. She had
donned a dun-hued calico dress,
which she had fastened on all sides to
keep clear of the dirt. thereby dis
playing foot arched and slender as
an Arabs and over her head, hiding
her wondrous hair, was one of her
aunt's sunhonnets, making her look
as she declared, a regular guy. She
reached the lot and set to work in
earnest, but somehow she made little
progress. Oh! ifsome strong handed
masculine creature were but around
What short work he would make OF
the job!
AT this juncture the report of a
gun sounded near, and Garnet looked
up just in time to see chipmunk,
running along the fence dividing her
lot from Mr.. Denven's, topple over
and in an instant after Il man in'gray,
muscularly framed and handsome as
Apollo, with wide sombrero shading
his face, appeared in sight. How
propiti0us the fates were! What sh,
had devoutfy wished fsr was srsns
der-a man. Mr.. Denven's hired
man. without doubt. She suspended
operations and with her hoe raised
aloft, cried out:
Here, young man, come here!
want you to help in digging few
bushels of potatoes. / will see that
you do not incur Mr.. Denven's dis
pleasure by doing as 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?
'All right, Miss; III be with you
as soon as ] can exchange my gun for
a hoe, for | suppose you intend to
keep on digging
Certainly. Now don't he long
about it. That's good man!'
She was earnestly digging away
when he vaulted over the fence, and
stood by her side, hoe in hand, his
hat lower down on his face than ever
But Widow Darley's niece paid nc
attention to his personal appearance.
He was nothing but hired man, SO
whether ugly or comeIy, what mat.
tered il to her? Old Sol, an infamed
ball of heat. glowed upon them sav
agely, and the perspiration stood in
beaded drops upon their faces, as they
tOllCu VII NIL OCufCH IllIeu I0dt
making no better progress with his
row of potatoes than Garnet with
hers. The girl glanced at him con.
temptuously.
You don't succeed any better than
la girl. You are the greenest hand
at digging potatoes / ever saw. Mr.
Denvtn will not keep you long.
know
Perhaps not he said in mel
anch0lly way. Il am a green hand
at it. L acknowledge, but | guess
can learn after awhile. See, Miss, i
have done my work WE'LL
%, myp she cried out v,xa iously
how stupid-how very stupid you
are! You haye not got the potatoe,
half out of the hill, and those you
have hauled out are well-nigh chop
ped to pieces by the hoe. You wielC
that instrument as if it weIe your
intention to mutilate, to destroy
You need dig no more!'
'Well' leaning contentedly agains
the hoe handle and whipping the per
sDiration from off his forehead witt
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