Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1884-10-10
And whon at length
Oh hnnrtenl1s hnwersi
A TASTE OF HONEY.

the long, low, red-painted cottage
las raised above the level of the street
b an embankment separated into two
traces. Steep stone steps led up the
traces. They were covered with green
jmy moss. and little ferns and weeds
prung out of every crack. A walk Of
ut slate stone steps led from them to
be front door, which was painted green,
eyed on its hinges, and had a brass
rocker on it.
The whole yard and the double banks
ere covered with a tall waving crop of
ID timothy anu herds-grass and red
nd white clover. 1t was in the height
haying-time.
a grassy wheel track led round the
Ede Of the house to a barn dashed with
treaks of red paint.
OFF to the left stretched some waving
asture-land, a garden patch marked
bean poles and glancing corn blades,
md a long row OF bee-hives showing in
BE- midst of it.
A rusty open buggy and a lop-eared
hite horse stood in the drive opposite
e side door of the house,
An elderly woman with a green cot
Fn umbrella over her head sat in the
rggy placidly waiting. She had Oh a
siish black straw bonnet with purple
rings, and wore a dull green silk
lawl sprinkled with little bright palm
kaves over her broad shoulders.
She had a large, smiling face, crinkly
rav hair, and quite a thick white beard
eopped close on her double chin.
Ihe side door stood open, and q
pung woman kept coming out, bring
be- pals and round wooden boxes,
Fhi.h she slowed away in the buggy, in
ack and under the seat. She was a
title round shouldered, her face with
Is thick, dull-colored complexion was
Ike her mothers, just as pleasant and
milling. only a suggestion of shrewd
ense about it which the older woman
ID not have.
When the pals and boxes were all in
bic buggy, she locked the door. got IN
herself, and drove carefully out of the
Iard.
The road along which they proceed
d lay between waving grain fields,
The Air was full Of the rattle of NOW
ng-machines this morning; nearly ev
Fry field had it's broad burrows where
Aey had passed.
The old white horse logged slowly
plong; the two women sat behind hin
IN silence, the older one gazing abou
her with placid interest, the younger
one apparently absorbed in her owl
thoughts. She was calculating how
much her butter and eggs and berMe
would bring in Bolton, the large mai
ket town toward which they were trav
cling.
Every week Inez Morse and he
mother drove there to sell the produc
Of their little farm. Her father ha'
died three years before; ever since, IN
daughter had carried on the farm, hi1
linz very little help. There was a SIN
hundred dollar mortgage on it, Wine
she was trying to pay up. 1t was slo'
Work, though they saved every penn
they could, and denied themselves eve
the fruit of their own land.
lnez had a mild Joke about the hone
her bees made. She and her motht
scarcely tasted it; it all went to the 30
Hn markets.
J. tell you what tits, MOTHER Inc
used to say, ''the day the mortgage
palu oil We'll have warm biscuit an
honey for supper"
Whenever her mother looked WIS
lCIly at the d~ellcacies which they cou1
not keep for their own enjoyment, Int
would tell her to never mind-by al
n0y they would eat their own none,
ne remark grew into a sort OF nous
nod proyerb for them.
he mother felt their privations mue
more keeniy than the daughter. 81
was one OF those women for whom the
simple animal pleasures form a gre
.srt OF life. She had not much resour
N Aer mind. The payment OF the mo-
Sa9e did not afford her the keen dellg
N anticipation that it did lnez; she w
I"Fdly capable of it, though she won
y pleased enough when the time can
COW she thought more about eating t
hor"y. However, she had nev
sSHnlSled at Il of her daughte'
engagement. In her opinion. LII
s'Ways did about right.
hen they reached Bolton, Inez dro
agou' the village from house to hou
ceiling her wares at the doors, while