The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1885-02-25

II do believe It's the saws the wood,
and the woods the steel!" cried she,
as she let the former catch and stick in
the timber during moments despair.
"But ! toon't be beat, though; It's not
as if l was no better than a man." So
again she set her teeth firm, as il to
show the saw how TO bite, and went at
the rough log again.
1t was a rough job, and tough one,
too. while the hands so hard upon it
were small and fine. Yet never a he
carpenter went at his work with such
will; while, alas! not even he-carpen-
ter, expert as he is in the art Of doing
the least possible quantity in the longest
possible time, ever made less way. The
very demon seemed TO have taken up
his abode in the saw. She had thought
those savage-looking teeth were made
TO cut; and instead of this'they seemed
made for the express purpose Of catch
ing in the wood, so that they could be
forced neither forward nor backward
for all she could do. Now and then,
indeed, she managed to tug or push a
quarter of an inch this way or that; but
her hair was getting wet through and
her hands sore. What fool was II who
invented saws9 The pair of scissors out
of her work-box would have done twice
the work in half the time. Again she
stopped to rub her aching fingers, but
again she went on.
The log lay upon couple Of empty
barrels TO serve as trestles. The work
Of work such waste of indomitable
energy could be called) was carried on
in dilapidated wooden shed, Uttered
with old barrels, broken hoops, old cart
wheels, worn-out hencoops, and hun
dred other odds and ends of agricult-
ural lumber. And Of all the unlikely
people to be engaged in such job, she
who was throwing into IL such world
of misdirected zeal was the most utterly
unlikely. She had, indeed, none Of tho
outward and visible signs that 90 to
make up the idea of lady by profes-
sion; not only were her clothes defiantly
gathered out Of the way of action, with
no thought Of elegance, but they were
of the homeliest material, and likely
enough of her own making, supposing
that she sewed not very much better
than she sawed. The gown was Of the
very cheapest cotton print; over this
was large course apron, tied over the
shoulders; the sleeves were rolled up,
leaving the elbows bare. Yet she was
no more 10 be taken for n mere farm
servant than was her dress to be taken
for a Queens. The bare arms were
white, smooth and SLIM matching the
fine white hands; the figure was light
and graceful, with n sort Of spring in il,
despite the worst that apron and gown
could do; the bright brown hair was
the one thing about her that her battle
with the saw had not disarranged. She
had no special pretensicns to beauty,
and at this moment, with bent brows,
clinched teeth, set lips and harrassed
eyes, was by no means looking her best,
whatever that might be. But even thus
her face was not without its promises Of
charm. The features were refined "a
the point Of delicacy; and there was
something touching in the sight Of thi:
slight and slender girl, with less ap-
parent strength than belongs Of right "a
nineteen, battling as II for very life with
what was too much for her weakness
and unskillfulness combined.
The work was getting downright pain.
full. She even tried to relieve her right
hand by saving with her left but. nat
nrally, with worse success than before.
''How do the men manage things like
thisg" she sighed, mentally groaning
.'lt looks so easy, and it iss hard! Il
IL because they drink so much beeri
And why are saws made with teeth al
ALP l wonder n the chopper would
work better. / half wish hadn't be
gun; but must 90 on now II II take,
me all night long. Well, at it again
So you think 10 beat Patience Black
thorn. do you, Master Log, ehP Wei
we'll see which'll give in first, you
], or the saw. So-Harkr'
Patience Blackthorn started at the
sound Of voices, left the saw wedged
in the stubborn timber, and tripped tc
a window-llke opening in the shed
through which she could peep ant
listen without being seen. Whenc,
one may gather that an Englishwomar
who does not know when she Is beat Is
nevertheless, daughter Of Eve.
The aperture looked. for q distan
prospect oyer an expanse OF meadows