The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1883-09-19
INTERESTING SKETCH.
TIGER-LILIES.

'f1inyl Tiny! what is the hired man
doing now ?"
:. He's planting string beans, father !" g
sweet voice answered.
i Mr.. Chudwell in his anxiety to personal
j ly saiperintend the progress of his farm
work, had nearly twisted himself out of the
chair, with both elbows on the window-sill
andhis wrinkled careworn old face peering
between the heart-shaped leaves of the
morning glories. Justine, his daughter,
was washing the blue-edged dishes IN the
adjoining room, tall, brown-eyed girl,
with luxuriant dark locks waving away from
her forehead, and II healthful shade of sun
burn ON her cheek.
= String beans string beans Non
sense, nonsense % impatiently exclaimed
the farmer. WHAT'S all this garden truck
for, except to pamper your appetites? It's
the corn ought to be got into the ground
and the potatoes and the parsnips and those
things that sell well in the market. Oh,
deari oh, dear! things don't go as they
used to in my time There's the bars of
the maple meadow down, and III 60 bail
the cows will be in the cabbage patch before
you can say Jack Robinson"
The cows aren't in the maple meadow
to-day, father" said Tiny, gently. "They
are of ON the blackberry pasture lot !"
And who said they was to be changedS"
snarled Mr.. Chudwell, growing especially
cross, as sharp, rheumatic pang seemed to
be tying double bow-knot in the muscles
of his leg. Am l the master of this place,
or amt II Hey9 Answer me that !"
Joseph Fielding says that the fences are
badly out of repair in the maple meadow
said Tiny; 4" and he thinks
Thinks, does he 2" groyled Farmer
Chudwell, screwing up his features as the
double bow-knot seemed to unite itself
again, with lingering throes of pain
WE'LL he amt no business to think He's
only my hired man, after all I'm able to
do the thinking for myself, yet awhile,
guess "
% He's doing the best he can, father"
pleaded Tiny.
g And it amt your place to be maxim ex-
cuses for him, neither" added Mr.. Chud.
Seh' Eli memo WHATS that hes
ofilB'h across ihe garden
my ie''iiea OUT over ner iatiief should
O. 10 sec.
Hs tile nse hines y she s cried Joyonsly'
Mrs. Bruce has given Inc some roots CA
'h,'se pe'u'iiu' ,ieer-iilies AIa Joe u
goihB W pi''nl 'nein NJ tiie SCUM door.
S'ep f&il3 - -. - +
She went singing, back 10 her work, FOL
Tiny Chudwell had all a woman's loneliness
for beautiful things, and during Der fathers
administration, not so much as daisy roo'
or blue larkspur was allowed to en-
croach ON the garden ground Inc very
h"iy iiocks whose schriee he''e's noeaei wy.
ti'e wall Oh tiie ooor-saru were ohiy 'oieia'oa
because IL was 700 ih''cii troueie " uie ai'i-
long uap-roo's But Joseph isioiis hheo
mowers as wen us lihy. ne ii'o piiii'eo
Aichigan rose ny tile Wen anu soweu s"ee'-
pea SEEDS under the ktcheh wihuow' h'in
mere, al last, were the tigef-hiies her ar'is'-
soul nla SO coveted Ana, III her iii'no
eye, she couid aireaay see ine great oianso
darlings, their fiery petals blotched Will
black nodding like spots of vivid color in
the July sunshine She had always wanted
q bunch of tiger-hlies by the porch. She
had looked longingly at them as they bios
somed in her neighbours yards,-she had
iancieu now orieheliiy ioseiy 'hey wouiu
look among the clustering paie-green south
ernwood, and now her dream OF beauty