The Northern Pacific farmer. [volume] (Wadena, Minn.) 1878-1885, 1882-07-06

every spring to build their nests. Not
tar from the house, at the edge of the
forest whose shades were well-like sin
their depths, flowed rapid little river,
SO clear that you could see the White
pebbles at the bottom. A&4 !. r. =
Entering the gate we saw an old man
sitting under tree, scolding little col
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greatly to the CONSERVATION of that fowl.
Have seats" said ths old gentleman,
arising and pointing to his chair and a
bench. "Bill, if I catch you running
that duck again III bate u trot line with
you. Fine rain we had, gentleman
Drummers, l suppose" he added, re-
garding us closely.
mo sir" answered my friend. 1--WE
are out hunting hogs"
Clogs, why, Henry, you rascal" and
the two men, one the picture Of life's
vigor, the other the picture of halo old
age, caught eacher in folding embrace,
so characteristic of men moved to emo
ton.
Mr.. Garley remembered me. ooh
yes you are the young fellow that print
ed the paper. l used to feel sorry for
you. The folks all said that you had a
pretty tight struggle to git along" and he
looked at me kindly with pair of eyes
that had many and many a time twinkled
with excitement at a horse race, but from
which the sun Of life's vigor was gradual
| ly sinking, leaving an evening glow in
stead Of 4 morning brightness.
"Your sister is down at the river fish
ing, Henry. No, yonder she comes,"
| pointing to an approaching figure, swing
ing straw hat with one hand and carry
ing a fishing rod with the other. She ap-
preached rather shyly, a characteristic
| soon impaired by a residence in an tout
! Of the way place." Her face was strik-
ingly handsome, and her hair as brown
as the hickory nuts she gathered in au-
her shapely shoulders. She did not greet
Henry as thought sister should, but
my opinion was soon changed, for with
a smile that made me feel uneasy, she
said:
"You do not seem like a brother, Mr..
Henry l just can remember you. l
might have kept on being acquainted
with you if you had ever written to me,
| but no, you'd rather poke around among
the ruins of old countries and keep your
impression to yourself The only letters
[ ever saw from you were letters to pa,
asking for money"
II should have written, Alice, had I
known what Il charming sister awaited
my return"
! ''Of course awaited your return, be-
| cause had nowhere to go. was COM
| PEELED to wait. haven't decided yet
whether or not shall like you"
| But am determined that you shall
! al g.
Of the best natured brothers you ever
| had"
'You may be strange brother, but
you are natural man. Egotism. Din.
| ner's ready"
! "After dinner" replied Henry, "pn
amuse you with my travels"
"How do you know that III be amused?
don't like long stories"
Bnt he did amuse her. We sat all the
afternoon under the trees. Henry had
a splendid style of narration. Alice's
bright eyes sparkled, and old man Gra-
| ley listened with rapt attention. When
the colored woman announced that sup
per was ready, Henry took his sketcheC
stories to the light, and after supper he
| carried them back under the trees. Bed
time came, "Good-night, brother Henry"
she said, handing him lighted candle
II hope your dreams will be as pleasant
as your stories. Goodnight, Mr.. Ham,
| merton. Don't you wish you had travel
ed, instead of shutting yourself up in an
old printing Officer"
Too late; but for moment, as I looked
upon her radiant face, felt pang of
regret felt as fancy an old stage
horse must feel when he looks over a
fence and sees a race between two spirit
ed animals: I could speak of places 9TH
er men had seen;I could speak of the
hoarse ivy that shook over "Mary, the
maid of the inn," and the girl would re-
gard me with interest, but Henry could
pluck an ivy leaf, and she would regard
him with enthusiasm.
what do you think Of my sister?''
asked Henry, when he had blown out
the light.
"Magnifcent creature" I replied. A
flash of lightning for second lighted
the room, and saw that his face wore
strange expression. A cloud came over,
a pattering rain fell, and we soon sank
to sleep.
When I awoke flood of sunlight
streamed through the window. Henry
was gone, bit when l descended to the |
lawn, slOping towards the river like a
graceful shoulder, found him and Alice
roaming around like two children.
"You are lazy, Mr.. Hammerton,'
said Alice, when we met at the break
fast table.
MY habits" I replied, "are those of
the late sleeper"
"The late sleeper lived buta short
distance from here" said the old gen.
t1eman, who had but imperfect1y caught
him we'll. Like myself, h. was, in his
day, something of race-horse man. !
Were you acquainted with him?"
The mistake was explained, and Alice |
laughed until l again became the old |
stage horse. The day was spent pleas
antly, fishing and climbing hills. The
gushed from under cliff and in its puri- |
ty was no doub tmedicinal. Other pleas
ant days followed, and before I could |
realize how time had flown, a slight |
blush impaired to the leaves told that
another season was approaching; the !
Arkansas autumn ID beautiful. After a |
long season of oppressive heat, you
awake some :, = morning with |
a. feeling Of freshness. AS
s she d ysow ad ancreea bt the
splendor The partrid Ss dissolve lis SHg"t the
",
and in focks "whrr'' over your head.
The cry of the crow, as he flies far |
away over the hill tops, bring up these
old. listless feelings whose origin are
away back in childhood. I could not
break away from such place.
Henry and Alice were inseperable |
companions. Once, when he kissed her
goodnight, both Of them blushed.
Old man Graley. had told me at least |
twenty stories of his horse-racing days,
and think he must have told each one |
at least twenty times. One morning
when I had, in consequence of Henry's |
temporary, absence, made an engage
ment to take a walk with Alice, the Old !
gentleman insisted that?I should go with |
him to see the hogs, and while was
trying to divert his attention from the
subject, Henry came. and went with
Alice
"Henry don't know nothing about
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