The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1886-08-20

the day. Ben, the younger. was TO
pillow some meadow land, and John,
the older, and Walter were to ''cut and
shock" corn
MIR. Miles himself harnessed q sp.n
of horses to the light farm wagon and
announced that he and his daughter
Pinkey would 90 to Bushville to do
some fall marketing. The farmer also
intended to take some bags of wheat
to the mill to be ground.
Pinkey Miles was always pretty, but
when she was attired in her holiday
dress, and neat little leghorn bonnet,
she looked more SO than ever.
Walter received one glance from
those rOguish black eyes as she came
out to get into the wagon, and he felt
q strange fluttering at his heart.
He stiAed down any emotion he
might have, and taking his corn knife
followed John Miles to one field, while
Pinkey. by her fathers side on the
wagon, drove away
also. including high crowned narrow
trimmed hat, which has in latter days
been termed 'plug."
Pinkey gazed on the blue sky. the
light fleecy clouds, the leaves of the
trees now. assuming a golden hue, and
followed the birds i'm their flight, or
listened to their gladstone songs, while
her practical father gazed about on the
fields, and inspected the fences. barns
and houses, making various criticisms
on the same.
They had passed small farmhouse
situated on hill with field extending
along the road, inclOsed by a misera-
BILE fence.
"There's that trifling Jack Hawk
ins," said Mr.. Miles to his daughter,
pointing to a man with dark brown
whiskers. PREDETERMINED hat, in his
shirt sleeves, sitting on the fence near
a miserable old tumble-dOwn gate.
"I'll declare, he's the LATEST man in
the entire fiat. Always sittin' on the
fence and never dom any. good. Be-
sides he keeps that tramp Bill Martin
about him all the time, who is twice as
triflin' as he.''
''How do they make a living, father.
if they don't work?' asked Pinkey,
who, farmer girl like, knew no honor
able means of support save manual
toll.
Il do not know, daughter; that has
always been mystery; some people
can sit on the fence all day and never
come to want, while others work for
dear life an can hardly make ends
meet. But they do say Bill Martin is a
thief, an he may steal enough in his
tramps to keep Jack and his family
from starving"
A small boy, the son of Jack Haw-
kins, ran to the fence to peep through
at the father and daughter as they
drove by. They saw Jack Hawkins
team of gray mares harnessed to the
plow and standing just inside the gate,
while Jack Hawkins himself sat on the
fence. as if he was waiting for them to
approach.
'Helloa, neighbor Miles, cried
Jack, as the wagon came opposite
him. ''Going to town to-day"
''Yes, Jack; are We putting in your
asked Mr.. Miles, refining in
his restless horses.
''Just commenced blowing for it"
Hawkins, a grin on his face
hat made it at once distrustful.
stopped to take rest?''
mo, broke clevis, and Bills gone
% the house to get one"
''HOw long since We had that field in |
''Some three or four years." said
Tack, descending from the fence and
advancing to the wagon. He was a
nan about fOrty-five years of age, with |
,ushy hair and beard, a crcstfallen |
,ray eye and square, massive chin.
He came forward at his usual lazy,
rate, and Familiarity put one
GOT on the hub of the fore-wheel next
o him. supporting his elbow on the
NEE of his elevated leg, and resting his
hin in his hand, he seemed to square
himself for two hours talk.
Got new hand, l her'dp' said
lack.
Eyes; hired one yesterday"
'.D'ye think he's much account"
Cant say, I've not given him fair
rial yet," answered the farmer.
He is rather delicate fellOw?"
''Yes, rather"
Don't look as though he'd ever
one much farm works.
mo, he says he never did, but he
Gems willing to learn
''DO You think he can do it, if he
oes lcarn?'
Il don't see why he should not"
"Why, he's rather weakly, you
now"
''Rathcr a slender young man."
Eyes; don't look as though he could
manage a fiery team, or do a hard
avs work"
''Those slender chaps sometimes de-
Give one"
''What has he been doin'?" asked
ack.
''C!erking in a dry-goods store"
"Where?n
cat Queenstown"
"A clerk, hey?''
That's what he says he's been do
,g."
"a rop'1ar 1adiaS' Uaptloman fhon ~