Barbour County index. [volume] (Medicine Lodge, Kan.) 1880-current, 1882-08-25
MRS. YOUNGs SACRIFICES.

The autumn winds had begun to blow
chilly; the dahlias and asters-those
MOWERS OF departing season-turned
their hardy faces full toward the chill
air, amt refused TO believe that summer
was, indeed, quite over, and winter near
Mt hand.
Mrs. Young sat in hor tidy kitchen.
with her work for once lying idly on her
knee: Her fingers, which still held the
needle, were pushing il, absently, in
anu out the folds of her large, white
apron. while her eyes stared vacantly
out mt the dahlias and asters, without
noticing that they were there.
+" It's. too badr' she said aloud, adj
dressing the Haunting flowers; - don't
know how | can refuse, but / don't
think it's Just, and never shalt have
worked hard. and have done nv very
best, and its no more than right that I
should enjoy the fruit of my labors after
oil these yearsr' and Mrs. Young
glanced with pardonable pride mt her
snug. cosy kitchen, and on through the
halt-open door into the best room, with
its hair-cloth sofa and rosewood table
the pride of her heart
Mother Young never liked me,
Blu SIlll HlOuU.
''When we were first married. and John
brought me home, she was never tired
OF laughing ut every little blunder, and
telling John that was about the ditlnbest
hand mt housekeeping she had ever
seen, and seemed TO care for nothing
but TO fix up!
''Of course l was awkward, for /
never did anything but teach before L
waSiparTied; but She might have told
me bow 20 do better, instead of laugh
ing at me. And when Georgia was n
baby. why,1 believe she fairly hated
me because ! would put little white
dresses on him Instead ofthe horrid red
calico ones she used to dress her boys
in; i couldn't help it! Goodness knows,
worked hard enough to make
them and keep them all clean; but
| would have worked harder still,
before | would let my dear little baby
look like such fright
" don tsee how can be expected
TO love her very much, even if she is
Johns mother! And to think of her
coming here to make it her home! L
can't bear it! l can't CAN'T! '--sa.7-..'
Tears filled the brown eyes once
more, and would, perchance have been
but the first drops of a heavy shower,
had not sharp click of the garden cate
caused her to look hastily out and as
hastily dry her eyes.
Dear mep she said. folding her
work up neatly, and sticking the needle
carefully on the red flannel tomato cush-
ion. and winding the thread securely
around II, placing the whole in the ca
paciOuS work-basket, "there are Geor-
gle and Jimmie home from school al
ready! John will be coming in from
the mill soon. and tea won't be ready If
don't hurry ~ tLl.a ~
So Mrs. Young donned clean
checked apron and lighting fire in the
cook stove. that shone like black dfa-
mond. began TO hustle around fprepar-
ing tea. George and Jimmie had not
entered the house when they came from
school. but had gone around the house
and directly to the mill, where their
fathor was ut work. Tea was nearly
ready when father and sons entered to-
gether. ----'s -----
well, mother, how goes -itP'' was
Georgie's salutation; while Jimmie's
hrst question was Ism . tea most
= 4 Gently. Boysr' demonstrated the
father. smilingly; Julie. you will have
TO shut these boys up unless they
keep still; they make more noise than
the mill" and Mr.. Young hurried into
the Mushroom to battle his handsome,
honest face and brawny hands, and
brush the luxurious crop of hair, which
time had begun to sprinkle with silver.
but not TO rob of its richness aud curl.
Ten minutes later. and the family
was seated around the cosy table. par
taking. with the good appetites Of per-
fact health. Of the light, white bread,
the firm cool butter, slices of ham.
home made cake, and wholesome canned
fruit.
cit seems to me. Julie. your bread
grows better and better" said Mr.
Young. helping himself for the third
time. II
And seems TO mc, mother, these
plums arc the very best plums in the
whole wOrld.n said Jim, with his mouth