Hand County press. (Miller, Dakota [S.D.]) 1882-1893, 1882-07-12
LOVE ON Il FARM.

"Are you my Aunt Dorcas ?"
Mrs. Torrance had been entertaining
y quilting bee that afternoon, and she
bad got the frame out of the way, the
Dishes washed up, and the apartment
senerally "tidied," when there came q
meek tap at the door, and there in the
kellow April twilight stood small fig
bre in gray travelling shawl, and hold
3ng bag.
"Sakes alive y said Mrs. Torrance.
Who be you?"
81 am Emily" said the girl. please
et me in, for am tired and cold. I've
Falked all the way from the station,
Ind I've had nothing to eat since noon."
"Well, l never T. said Mrs. Torrance.
You're the city school. ma am. amt
|ou, as went out to live with Cousin
hadrach? Aud he's dead, and the
honey has all gone to the Baptist widow
nd orphan fund You didn't make
huch by that move, did you? And
ou'ye come back to us now, though we
Fasn't stylish enough for you before.
Vel. come in. come in"
And Mrs. Torrance, who was essen
6ally kind. hearted woman, albeit she
ould not repress the sneer that rose to
er lips, moved the low rocker to the
: re and flung another log on the and
fOns.
Cousin Sha6rach had been the family
s ppple Of Discord ever since they could
emember. He was rich, he was eccen-
|nc, he was grabbed. He had shut the
POOR in the face of all his relations, I'M
p, toward the last, sick and feeble, he
pad signifed his desire that Emily Al
Zen should come and take care of him.
md Emily had gone.
There had been n spice Of jealousy in
ne family as regarded Emily, for long
me. Emily had been looked upon as
proud" and stuck up" because, in.
'ead Of entering factory, or learning
me dressmaker's trade, she hal elected
z be teache- She had never visited
90 Iorrance's family until now-now
na Cousin Shadrach had willed his
honey to the Baptist widows and or
nans-her own mother Was dead, and
er step.father, pompous old whole
NE grocer, objected to stcp.children, so
nat there seemed to be no other haven
p refuge left to her.
VINO could blame Mrs Torrance for
sO@entary feeling Of triumph, when
Aly Alden came thus to her door
'One' In the twilight of that April day.
out she helped her off with her things,
4Aue q cup Of tea for her, and finally
sorted her to little room under the
0"'uee, where the floor was covered
ahome-nade rag carpet, and the bed
S decorated with rainbow "Job's
ouoles quilt, and you could look ont
me window into a greening meadow,
mere whip poor.will planted its mel
nchOly refrain.
lhope you will sleep woll, "said Mrs.
'ahce. 1--WE eat breakfast at s."
and then she went away.
hAry as was the breakfast hour, EN-
z was awake at least an hour before it.
he tumultuous glee of the robins
piue'birds in the old orchard
ua permit any one to sleep And
n e lay with her cheek against the
o"' watching the rosy dawnlight
@pup the wall, she heard the sound
'o'ces In the meadow below her case
WHAT'S she like, mother ?" said job,
:, who was milking.
on' she looks we'll enough" Mrs.
ace earelessly responded. "Little
asrk. with big shady eyes and Q
torrance mouth. Doesn't talk
zeal, and is dressed shabby as one
lsht expect"
oot thing r said Job. pityingly.
"eli said Mrs. Torrance, sharply,
say but what / think she de-
s1i she's got. Them Aldens sl.
we're as proud as Lucifer."