The Warner weekly sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1885, 1884-09-26
THE SOURCES PEACHES.

setting aside the fact that it was Thurs
day night.
Squire Holt always went to the store
and post Office on that night, getting
his weekly supplies of groceries and the
mail for the whole neighbofhood. It was
a way they had in Jewett Road, the
first one who called at the ~postoffice got
the mail for that district and delivered
it as he drove home.
The sun had just dropped to rest be-
hind a pile of golden crimson clouds,
which lay banked together in the vest
ern sky. No wonder the Squire drops
the reins on Princes back, and patting
the dog on the seat beside him, looks
back.
He is iGst passing under the noble
elrls IN front of the Hawthorne place,
having climbed the steep hill from the
village. He sees the cluster of houses,
the two church spires, the plain acade-
my building and the stone church,
which comprise the village. Beyond
the farm are dwellings nestled among
the trees; hillside homes that lie be-
tween him and Kersage. He takes it
all in at a glance, but his eye follows
the range of hills and settles at the foot
of a tiny mountain though too far away
to discern any dwellings,, he ices it all
in his minds eye
There have been a hundred sunsets
like this, a hundred twilights just as
fresh, and the Squire has passed this
way times without number; still he al
ways looks back.
II never pass this turn in the road
without taking a look at the dear old
mountain"
He is talking to tho dog, or to him
self.
II like to see it look warm and pleas
ant over there. 1T was just such a night
as this that / brought my bride away.
We have driven over the road q good
many times since then, and we always
speak of that one ride. She has been
my angel over the right shoulder ever
since. / guess she is pretty happy in
Jewett Road, after all. She is so SEN
sible and so good at planning. / won-
der if she cant solve this peach trouble.
The boys are a real bother, and / hope
she can find a way to manage them"
The Squire was so busy with his
thoughts and those academy boys"
that he left the turnpike and was driv-
ing by Blacksmith Porter's without mo-
ticing the little man in his leather
apron, who stood against the door OF his
shop.
whoa, Prince! Here are o couple
of letters for your folks. / guess M
of them is from your son William; the
stamp is one of those outlandish Wes-
tern towns. Strange that he took to
music when the rest of a boys and
girls can't sing nj more than a cracked
fiddle. BiacksmitEing pretty brisk r
Yes, l thought so; see yon at it early
and late. No, ! can't stop to go in.
I've got some letters to deliver; much
as a dozen in the top OF my hat. /
must hurry along. Wife will have sup.
Per ready and waiting.
Sure enough, he found it waiting.
~Pandowdy and a pitcher Of rich milk;
snowy bread and golden butter, and
for top Off as the husband called it,
two richly Drowned cup custards.
The Squire was hungry, but in the
midst of his eating told of his trip, whom
he saw, what they said, anda all the lit
tie gossip that she depended upon his
telling. They were a mile or more from
the village, and did not set the news
every day.
eYou look as though there was some
ching on your mind that troubled you,
What is it?n
Mrs. Holt had finished her supper
and was standing by her husbands chair.
She drew his head close to her side, and
stroking his gray hair, said:
Can / help you about a~nything?"
Yes, little woman, / think you can,
l want you to think out one of your
plans to conquer the rogues from the
village academy, who, they cell me, are
at their pranks again and are planning
Q raid on iii peach orchard this night"
They talked some time; at last the
best plan was decided upon. Before
the squire went TO the barn and shut
up for the night, he took his plain
faced little woman into his strong arms
and kissing her cheek, said, What
could 1 do without you? You teach
nae q lesson every day And then ne
went out singing, ssThe dearest spot on
earth to me is home, sweet homeI'
IT was nearing midnight, and Mrs.
holt wa growing very esaxious. Three
long hours the Squire had been gone.
She said to herself: 1.-THE boys will do
him no harm, | am sure. They are z