The Warner weekly sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1885, 1885-07-10
An EVRNTFUL DAY.

It's those worn ont shingles on the
roof" said Mrs. Barr in the melancholy
half whine which was habitual to her.
"The rain leaked in on the boarder's
bureau all night long; and she says she
won't stay here if she isn't to be prop
erly protected against the elements"
jamie tied the last puce- colored tulip
to its stake and Strengthened herself
up.
I'VE must have the roof mended,"
said she.
"Who is to do it," sighed Mrs. Barr.
And if Mrs. Lepell goes away what
shall we do about the interest on your
fathers old note?"
"She won't go away, mother, never
fear," said jamie, brightly. Don't
fret. You'll see that things will come
right"
But the shingles must be fixed right
away" said Mrs. Barr.
"They shall be fixed, mother" said
jamie.
"who will do it?" impatiently re-
peated the widow.
II will" said jamie.
''That's all n~onsense!" groaned Mrs.
Barr.
But jamie had never been more seri-
iously in earnest in oil her life.
Mrs. Barr went to the parish sewing
society that afternoon.
Colonel Addison, from the Valley
hotel, who was paying his addresses to
Mrs. Lepell, the boarder, came with q
spirited horse G15 h.SSSy &c .aLe her
to the sea beach.
"Now is my lime" said jamie exult-
antly, to herself.
But Mrs. Lepell came back before
she had got twenty-five yards away from
the house.
Jamie" she said, II forgot to tell
you that I left my three diamond rings
In the little left hand drawer Of the
bureau. / might lose them in the
water. I thought / would tell you in
case of fire, you know, or any other &C.
cident."
Eyes" said jamie; but there won't be
an accident"
Mrs. Lepell laughed, and ran back
10 the carriage and the impatient coll
onel.
And not until then did jamie perceive
that q tall, half-grown lad, lurking be-
hind the porch rails, was waiting to
speak with her..
"Who are you ?" said jamie, briskly.
what do you want? No we haven't
: any old clothes. If you really want
work you had better go on to the new
buildings, about q mile up the road.
Idare say they can find something for
you to do there"
The lad mumbled out something,
whether thanks Oh otherwise, jamie
could not discriminate, and shuffied
away. And our heroine, slipping on
her hat and boiling the front door, ran
across the back meadows to Ralph Par
sons carpenter shop, som quarter OF .
mills by the wood path.
~ want q few shingles" said she,
"and a pound of single nails"
aWhat for ?" said Ralph.
"No matter, calmly retorted JAMIE,
She nodded good-by and hurried
away under the canopy OF pink apple
blossoms.
Ralph looked admiringly after her.
"She,s q regular clipper OF q girl,
that jamie Barr! n said he. IF ever I'm
able to support q wife that will be the
N I'd choose" ,
Light as . thistledown, jamie hurried
back with her precious bundle OF SHIN
giles, and the pound of nails IN ner poeK-
ct.
aNow I'll show him whether ! can
mend the roof or not" said she. as
with o hammer added to her stock I'D
trade, assembled to the garnet and CLIMB.
ed an old little ladder that led ON
through q rusty trap door to the steep
roof.
The slant was abrupt, the old snin,
giles we're wet with the recent ram, ano
slippery with green moss incrus.a.lons
but jamie Barr was not one lightly g
be discouraged, and presently she founo
herself neatly balanced, with her iee'
braced against the broad gutter, one o.
bow leaning on the roof, and the otnei
hand busily tearing away the Ola mn
giles and replacing them deity wis.
overlapping rows Of new, fragran
wood.
The click Of the hammer, the ring
Of the nails was like music In her ears
Suddenly, however. as she sat percnso
like q squirrel on the slanting roof, tn'