The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1885-10-02

"Of all things, Burt Marsh!" she
said, as she poured a dipper OF hot
water over the dinner-dlshes, don't
get to thinking too much Of them girls
either of EN-. Do you s'pOse they'd
look twice at you? Andifthey would.
what kind of a wife would II Otthem
make for a Woodworking farmer:
Look at EN- she pointed TO where
the two girls were bending over n
| cIump OF sweet clover in the yard.
Look at that dress and that hat
indicating Cora's trim form. How
long do you s'pose,you could keep her
in such things as them? Don't do
nothing rash, Burt
The dress, a pretty, blue-tgured
! lawn, had cost precisely one dollar
and six cents, buttons and Innings IN
| cluded; the hat, a rough, white straw.
had been picked up at a bargain for
twenty-three cents, and trimmed with
a piece of null and a few pink buds,
| carefully preserved from last summer.
But how could Mrs. Marsh know
that?
And how could Burt, with his utter
inexperience of such things, do other
ISwise than accept his mothers views,
and gaze at Cora in her blue lawn as
he might have gazed at a princess IN
her silks and velvets?
Yes, they've come" he said, with a
sigh, as he leaned over the fence 80 ex-
change a word or two with Bradley
Harwood, his friend and neighbOr.
They're very nice looking.
Don't say So" said Bradley. smil-
ing. I'll be over"
He was over that very evening, ami
the four sat out under the naples. on
shawls and ioot-stoolS, and enjoyed
the moonlight and the soft, warm
breeze.
Burt sat near Cora: Bradley. after
one admiring look a. Dellas smooth,
dark head and sweet brunette tace,Sat
down at her side. ana seemed content
to remain there.
Il don't know what | shall do. "
said Mrs. Marsh. anElou>iy. address
ING her husband from the window
where she a watching the group
under the trees. II Burt goes
to making a fool OF himself with
that girl. What kind OF a farmer
| wife would she make? She couldn't
lift a finger; she'd sit down and Curlup
her hands, and want a maid TO wait
on her"
Mrs. Marsh was almost in tears as
she finished; she was quite In tears
when she went to Burt In his room
later, and repeated her warning.
II told her she needn't worry" said
Burt when he reported this interview
to Bradley Harweod next day. Il
know what I'm about as well as the
next one, | hope. OF course they're
pretty girls, and bright, and ladylike,
and all that, but they wouldn't do for
plain fellows like US, with our livings
to make-even ii they'd have U.S."
"No, of course not" said Bradley,
promptly.
But he came over that night, and
sat under the naples with Della again,
with Burt and Cora not far away; and
he brought his new two-seated buggy
around the next afternoon, and the
four went off for a long drive through
the leafy country roads
Della and Cora were quite carried
away with their beautiful surround
ings, and Burt and Bradley were guilt
lily happy in being with them.
1t was on the third day after her
boarders arrived that Mrs. Marsh came
down with a sharp attack of rheuma-
tism. Rheumatism was what the
doctor pronounced it; but Mrs. Marsh
was firmly convinced that it was the
forerunner of a brain-fever, brought
on by worry OF mind.
at was too much for me-" she said
to her husband, who stood over her
bed in helpless distress; ito see that
boy getting more and more took up
with that good-for-nothing, helpless
little critterl | couldn't stand it.
What with the extra work and all,
it's brought me to thisl If / die," she
went on, solemnly, promise meyou'l
do your best to keep him from marry
ing that girl, that would make his life
a burden to him. Icould die happy
if i was easy about that"
Mr.. Marsh promised.
"Well, then" said his wife, coming
back to practical subjects, more cheer,
fully, "tell Burt to harness the horse
this minute, and see ii he can get agir
to come and stay a week,or two, til
I'm over this. The work can't be lei
go, with them herel"
Only those unfortunates who hav,
Travelled and retraveled s~parsely-set
tied rural districts in search OF {
sshired-girl.' q appreciate th'
!, miseries Burt endured that day.
Suffice it to say,that he returned, to
ward night, thoroughly tired out ant
marvelously hungry-&nd alone, hay
ing raped at the doors of a score o
SO Of houses which had been suppose.
to contain rare treasures in the do
nestle line, only to find that they ha,
} already been secured, or had conclud
ed not to work out" this summer.
He put the horse into the barn, an
! went into the house rather slowly.
What would his mofhnr saw Ar