Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1885-12-11
How long do they generally boil pota.

til .H9w long do they generally boil pota.
.Iiil they're DONE" I reply, promptly.
Ives, but when are they done?"
when they are fit to eat"
ye 40 not seem likely to get much near.
or 10 1t than this, and at present the sue
pink and Transparent within, and potatoes
with hard Jumps in the middle-that was
or dinner. Luckily, Amanda left US
Tlenty of bread and butter, and the pre-.
serve closet is we'll stocked. After dinner
! gave Uncle Simon a little advice in nv
turn, and we sailed out in search of pro.
visions which need little or no cooking.
we may carry on the siege for a while.
snail Keep my eye upon Amanda, md am
net without hope Of inveigling her back
When Uncle Simon is quite tired of the
present state of affairs.
November %.
think both Uncle Simon and 1 weigh
a few pounds less than we did a week ago.
Under our starvation regime Uncle Simon
has waxed meeker and meeker every day,
When it came to the prospect of eating a
Thanksgiving dinner Of his own cooking,
he fairly collapsed. Then I decided that
the time had come, and went in search of
Amanda. She was 10th to come back at
1irst, but yielded to my representations of
the altered state Of affairs. 1 don't think
Uncle Simon has been into the kitchen once
since aer return. In other respects he is
gradually becoming more like himself.
though decidedly subdued.
AND now about my own private affairs.
1t was on my way back from Amanda,s
thet met him. "Him," of course, means
George Maxwell. He was looking very
fierce and angry when we first met, but
sottened a little as we shook hands. Isup-
posed that he had come to see Lulu Belden,
ana took very good care to express no sur
prise at his presence. / chartered on for
awhile about the state of affairs at Old
Farm, but he stopped me suddenly.
Salk about such things now, Mad
ereten ao toin0Ora Why y l have come Don't
I stared at him. 1 had no idea what he
meant, nor what answer he expected.
VI have come" he continued, "to ask YOU
why not oneo of nay letters has ever been
aanswered..why l have never heard a word
from you since that first note which was
filled with praises of Arthur Parker. Is he
the cause Of your silence?"
"Arthur Parker!' I cried, and then went
into a fit of laughter which must have con-
y,inced the most incredulous. "But what
do you mean by your letters? I have,
never had a line from you since I have.
been here"
George stared in his turn. 81 have
written to you six times" he said. "Fin-
den to inquire about you. Her answer
told me that you were we'll, and that
was all. At last I could stand it mo-
longer, and came to see for myself. But
Evidently the wisest course was to go to
the Post-otfice and ask about them. The
first inquiry brought forth the entire budg.
ct, which l grasped as one who has found
a treasure.
"Why in the world were they not
given to Mr.. Johnesw when he asked for Miss
Barry's letters" asked George; and the
Postmaster laughed.
know who Miss Barry was. Mr.. Johnes,
doesn't come here any more for his mail.
He has his letters sent to E%astbourne, three
miles away"
"What does he do that for" George nat
urally asked.
The Postmaster hesitated. "Woll, you
see you're some kin to him, and may
be you know his little ways. It's about a
month ago now that he wanted to show
US how to sort the mail-by the initials
of the first name instead Of the last. We
didn't just feel like taking his advice, and
~ see," said George; and we both
laughed.
Parker, after all?" said George.
"Not 1; but what about you and Lulu
Belden@" 1 asked.
"You know, of course, that this is the
rock upon which Uncle Simon and I split"
said George.
because you both admired her, and he
was jealous, 1 said, sagely; at which
George fairly roared.
"Not exactly. Because he wanted me to
admire her and I wouldn't, or rather I ad-
mired somebody else more. He advised
me to address her, and when I declined,
further advised me to leave the farm,
which 1 did"
There is no use writing down any more
of that episode. There is 10 fear of my
ever forgetting it, and as this journal is
written solely for my own eyes, it would
clearly be a work of supererogation.
November 80.
Yesterday George ate his Thanksgiving
dinner with me. Uncle Simon was dazed
at first by the news which we had to tell
him, but, after some cogitation, was moved
to look upon it f~avorably.. More than that,
it seems that l am something of a favorite
with him, in view of which fact George is
to be taken back into favor. Next week I
go back to my school, the scarlet-fever hav-
ing disappeared, and George will take my
place here-until next spring, and then
something may happen which will bring
back to reign over the old place as its
mistress.
sit isn't what I meant for either of you,"
said Uncle Simon, ruefully. "You know
what my plans We're for you, George, and
Madeline there I had intended for young
I promised him the first chance"
I fairly jumped as Uncle Simon revealed
the plot, which I had never suspected. No
wonder Mr.. Parker always looked like a
out of water" in my presence.
"The only thing I can see now," con-
tinued Uncle Simon, thoughtfully, els for
Lulu and Parker to put up with your leav-
ings. Ishall advise them"
"No, dear Uncle Simon, for Heavens
sake, no more advice" I cried. "Just see
the havoc it has wrought in your own
household, and would you go on Scattering
it recklessly about the world? You will
have the universe in a blaze"
Uncle Simon laughed, rather sheepishly,
and was silent.-Helen r. More, IN H0r-
Buzar.
How to Kill the Blues.
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