Little Falls transcript. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1876-1894, 1883-10-19
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It was brilliant July day, with skies
ofclo ldless blue, the air scented With
clover blossoms, and the brook wend-
ing its melodious way.under green mass,
go OF peppermint; and Mr.. Carey, who
had walked long distance, and had
Just fallen into a doze, under the re-.
freshing shadow of a gnaried old apple
tree, started salvanically up at this un-
gentle address, - <~...'. d
'Ma'aln." said he, ''I assure you am
not trespassing; l." ... .,
But hisapolog words were cut short
by the rafting ola stout stick on the stone
wall. close to him; and in another mo-
ment biligerent-!ooking red COW,
came piunsing through the high grass,
directly toward his haven Of refuge.
be Started to run, but his foot catch
ing in the gnarled root of an ancient
tree, he fell headlorg. The COW execu-
ted hurdle leap over his PROSTATE
form, and vanished in clump of hazel
bushes: and resoIute, bright-eyed wo-
man. OF some forty odd years, came to
the rescue, with Tapping sunbonnet
tied over her ears, and the stick bal
anced across her shoulders.
"Don't striker pleaded Mr.. Carey.
'pHi getting off the premises as ia t AZ T
can. assure you, didn't know was
trespaSsing."
Desire Welland blushed very prettily.
as SHE pushed back the sunbonnet, and
endeavoreu to ad Just her luxuriant red
brown hair, which had broken loose from
its pins.
ooh, I'm 80 sorryp she said. at
wasn't you meant at all, sir: it was the
COW who had got into the cabbage patch.
Diu / hit you with the stick? But
never dreamed Of any one but Bossy be-
Ing there. Oh let me run home and get
the caA phor bottie?"
Slowly, Mr.. Carey raised himself to
sitting post on and then to standing
posture, slowly he felt his knees, elbows
and colar-bones.
"pln not hurt" said he--'snot to sig
nifty. that is. It wasn't your stick,
ma'am; it WAS the roots of this old tree.
see; to hear himself called-an old
scamp"
'But it wasn't you meant" breath
lessly cried Desire; it was the old COW.
Won't You let me run up to the house
and get ca .cine plaster2 Oh, do"
Desire WAS fair to look upon, in spite
OF her forty summers, with big black
eyes, laughing cherry mouth, and
cheeks just Drowned with the healthFul
hue of mountain breezes. Mr.. Carey
felt himself gradually softening as he
looked at her.
mo" said he, II don't care for
capc,ne plaster. But I've walked @ good
way, and ! should like bowl of coffee
fits handy"
ooh, pray come up to the house them"
said Desire. cts only step across
the orchard. Oh, that COW, that COW!
we snust certainly have her hampered
after tlisp'
"PerEaps," said Mr.. Carey, soiemnly,
as he eudeavored to straighten the edg-
es of hi hat, You know family by
the name Of WelIand who live here
abouts. Two old maids who manage
farm all by themselves. Very peculiar
females, am told"
Desire stood still and began to laugh,
while the deep crimson suffused her
checks.
why" cried she "It's me and NAL
VIVA. We are the Welland girls.''
1t was Mr.. Carey's turn to flush and
look awkward now.
"Ohw said he. "Well. it don't mat
ter. I've business at the Welland farm
that's all"
"Isn't it strange that things should
happen so?" cried Desire, opening the
gate into the d IN, hadowy orchard,
where scarlet lilies grew in the tail
the dropping boughs. "There's the
house. You can see it now. Malvina
and have managed the farm, ever since
father died. Ph'lo-that's our brother
has g. house and an estate ofhis own,
and his wife don't want any single rela-
tons. But we've done very well every
one says. There's the place. And here's
Nal anal"
Miss Malvina Welland was diligently
hoeing sweet corn in a mans hat and
boots. She was 81 tall, Amazonian sort
Of female, with high cheek bones, hair
cut short, and masculine way of lean
ing on her hoe. She looked sharply
around at the sound of footsteps.
SIS it the new hired man?' said she.
s'Ihen Desire, YOU may tell him that
we don't want help that comes at this
time Of day. III have no eight hour
ooh, MaIyina, hush! It's a gentle
man on business"
In came brother Philo from the back
yard, with an augur in his hand.
"Et?" said brother Philo, wrinkled,
hard-featured man in a blue overall,
and boots that looked as thong they
might have been carved out Of lignum
vitae.
business? It amt sewin' machine I
s'pose? or new patent reaper, nor any
of these labor savin' humbugs? Be-
cause" '--
"It's about your Cousin r Off" said
Mr.. Carey" Paul Welland's son. He's
come back from Australia. He reques-
ted me to come. over here as | hap
pened to be passing this way, and see
what his relations would do about CIV
ing him home"
! At these words, Mrs. Philo Welland
emerged from the currant-bushes,
where she was picking the sparkling,
rubv-colored fruit to make jelly. For
Mrs Philo believed in picking her
neighbours fruit before she began OF. her
"a home, indeeav' said Mrs. Philo.
cts what always told you. Philol says
I. that lnanll be sure to: come back
some day, poorer than poverty, says l..
And he'll expect us to take care of him
then. But we've worked a deal too
hard for our money-me and PhIlo-
and if he wants to be supported, let him
lust 90 to the poor house. Paul Welland
always was q rovin' creetur', and Roll
amt no better, Til go BALL"
Mr.. Philo Welland screwed up his
face into an. expression of tue utmost
caution. =" y:
''Praps you're his lawyer, sir?' said
he.
Mr.. Cary nodded, -. II
III act for him." said he.
'sThen tell him" said Philo succinctly,
"that if he expects we're goin' to sup.
pnrt him, he's considerably mistook!