The Northern Pacific farmer. [volume] (Wadena, Minn.) 1878-1885, 1883-06-14

red cheeks aid bright eyes and he
wavy hair, and dressed "a neat as pink
zoo. And he sitting there as glum as ,
cross old man of ninety. Twas ashamed
of him."
"I've heard he does nothing but fint
fault with her all day long," said q sec
ond voice. my wife says if l threw, mi
mother into her teeth. as George doe
in Letty's, she'd ruin away from ME BE;
fore she was day older"
"And serve you right chimes in 6
third. "I'll tell You what my wife says
She says it is confounded mean and
small of George not to keep q woman
here 10 help his wife,. And when I: saw
the dinner to-day. the pretty little thinl
had got for US all alone, I thought so too
Hang me, if hadn't half q mind to stoE
here this afternoon and help her wash
up that great pile of dishes, and let the
haying 60 to thunder. It's enough tc
kill the woman to have all that work tc
do. And George is rich. What ON earth
is he thinking about? But he'll be sorry fol
this ina year or two hence, when we have
to come here on different Grand"
ITO carry her out in q cof6n?" said
Solomon Wyse. Eyes, suppose it will
come to that if some of us don't talk ser
iously to George. She don't look at al
strong now, and her hands trembled
when she changed my plate. It's q
burning shame-and If none Of you will
talk to George about it, I will"
But when George Brewster Joined
them Solomon Wyse deemed it prudent
to peter the proposed talking to-" fol
his brow was black as, night, and he had
no more to say to his neighbors now
than to his wife at tho dinner table.
This, then, was the way in which they
spoke of him, behind bis back, these
men who labored beside him and took
their wages from his friend and pretend
ed to b. his frien'ls.
And his wife was afraid she hated him
To whom could he turn for comfort
from whom could he expect true friend.
ship, if she who should have been near
est and dearest was an enemy in dis.
guise? Lost in moody reverie, he paid
.ittle attention to his work.
And at last, at 3 o'clock in the after
noon, there was q sudden upr0ar IN the
hay field-a tramping of hoofs, rush oil
terrified men, confusion of voices, and
among them all George Brester lying on
the ground beneath the moving ma
chine, his right arm and leg broken by
the wheels, his head cut aid bleeding
with his heavy fall.
Meanwhile Lefty in the cream co1ored
house had not been idle. =.
Tying on Il great calico apron in place
of her white one, she had quietly washed
and put away the dinner dishes and re.
duced the dining room to order.
Tea was easily arranged, since it was
to consist more of cold dishes, with
~~1n rs So $tN0
She threw a clean tablecloth over the
whole as soon as It was finished. and
went up stairs into the spare chamber
to pack her trunk.
Yes. Lefty had made up her mind at
last. She was going away.
Life had degenerated into slavery
unbrightened as she fancied, by ray Of
"Xnd slavery will support one any.
where" thought Lefty, az with tremb-
ling hands she locked and strapped hea
trunk and fastened her few lines to
George upon the lid.
She did not intend to glance toward
the hay field.
Yet in spite of her resolution, her
eyes turned that way; to sin:
gle out tall figure that gui-
ded the tall rafting moving machine.
II wonder if he will miss me little
just at f1rst? she mused. HE can get 8
divorce, suppose, if I desert HIM, and
then he will marry again. l hope he
will be kinder to his next wife than he
has been to mel"
With tears that rose at thought of hei
successor binding her eyes, Lefty failed
to see the figure that she sought.
II am foolish to look at him again. !
have never been more than a house
keeper from the first" she thought,
stumbling blindly on toward the gate
and opening it, to find herself In the
center of an excited group.
"There, don't ye take on like that!
said Solomon Wyse, who came first and
saw the tears upon her cheeks before
she could wipe them away. ,
Were you coming out to: meet us?
We were in hopes yo,1 didn't see any
thing Of it. It's bad accident, but
George is so strong and hearty that
again almost before you knowit. We've
sent Ben Hill off on one Of the colts. fol
The doctor; and if you will only tell ui
where to carry him"
"Carry himT repeated Lefty.
Solomon stepped aside. She saw be-
hind him litter roughly made of hay
rakes and covered over with coats, and
ON that litter George was lying pale and
bleeding with his eyes closed.
ooh, Mr.. Wyse, is he dead?" she ask
ed, turning even paler than George.
'Not bit of it! Worth twelve dozen
dead men yet! Only bit of break in
one arm and one leg, and a little knock
on the head when he fell. The horse
didn't kick, and he'll be all right as soon
q the doctor sees him. Shall we take
him up stairs, or where?"
"Bring him in here" said Lefty, re-
covering herself.
She led the way to the bedroom or
MANNED asSd figure from the litter to the
Her soul was dying within her TO,
fear, yet not word passed he1
When the doctor came he found q
capable nurse, dressed in dark print,
who listened intelligentlY to his d.
rections and promised to carry them out
fully.
And 80 it happened that as George
Bre wster returned to life the first words
that fell upon his ear were uttered by
the doctor outside the window, as he
Eyes, he viii do, Mr.. wyse; he will
pull through nice if his wife nurses him.
And she can do so nicely if somo of you
will send one to take charge ofthe house.
She is oman in thousand. l hope
he knows how to value her.
Lefty, bending over the bed alb
sorbed in the invalid, had not heard
him.
"What is it dear?'
''The doctor is right. You are q. wo-
man in thousand! I always knew it,
Lefty, if never said it. So I tell you
of it now, before die," he added, 60
ing off into another faint.
It was all that Letty's sore heart need
ed. Beside the bed Of suffering she
spent two of the happiest months of
her life. The first act of George Brew.
ster on his recovery was to secure help
for his wife, so that she now has plenty
Of time to get back her lost color and
plumpness. They are one in heart. az
one in name and home now. And Solo
mon Wyse has never seen occasion to
administer the stalking to-"
Some how or rather" draWls Solo
mon, "getting run over by that moving
machine was the making Of George
Brewster" so
And Lefty and George think so, too.
ttMan-Carrylng Pig.'
When King Pomare Of Tahiti became
convert to Christianity, he was anxious