The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1888-09-27
DESIRES MISTAKE.

"Get ont, you old scamp"
1t was Brilliant July day, with skies
CT Cloudle.s I'll ., the air seen ed with
clover Blossoms. and the brook vending
its m"IDdious way under cen massc. Of
rcppc'mint; aud SIR carey. who had
WA cl a long Il stance and hal lust
fallen into u do g, under the refreshing
shadow 0l a gaarlcd applc.trce. started
@aIvanlcaily up at thi, uagcntic ad.
dress
"Ma'm," said he. 81 assure YOU am
not trcspa,Sing -
But his apologize words were cut
short by the rafting of stout stick on
the stone " al Cio.c to h'm: and in an.
other moment II Delligcrcnt. looking red
COW came plugging through the high
gra's, directly toward his haven of le-
luge.
lie started to run. but hi foot catching
in the guarded root of an ancient tree, he
fell h adlong. The cow executed n hurdle
leap over his PROSTATE form aud van.
lshed in clump of hazel bushes: and a
resoIute, bright. eyed woman of some 10
years came TO the rescue, with iloppipg
sunbonnct tied over her caIs. and the
STICK balanced across her shoulder.
Don't strlke.' pleaded Mr.. Carey,
I'm getting off the premises rs fast as
| can. | assure you | didn't know was
trespassing.'
Desre Wclland bushed very prettily
as she pushed back the sunbonnet and
endcavored to ad ,ust her iuxuriant red
brown hair, which had broken loose from
its pms.
"uh, I'm so sorry" said she. at
wasn't you | meant at ALL sir; it was the
COW who had got into the cabbage patch.
Did hit YOU with the stick2 But I
never dreamed of any one but Bossy
icing there. oh, do let me run home
and get the camphor bottle"
slowly MIR. Carey raised himself to a
sitting and then TO a standing posture {:
slowly he felt his knees, elbows and
collar bones.
'l'm not hurt" said hc-"not to
signify, that is. 1t wasn't your stick,
mann, it was the roots OF that old tree.
It's enough to startlc any man, don't
you see, TO hear himself cal .cd--an old
scamp"
"but 1t wasn't you meant" breath.
lcssly cried Dcs re; lit was the old COW.
Won't you let me run to the house and
get capcine plaster Oh, do, Ileasc." "
c'lrc was fair to look upon. in splte
of her forty summers, with big black
eyes, laughing, cherry.rcd mouth, and
checks Just Drowned with the healthlul
hue OF mounta II brccycs Mr.. Carey felt
mseIi gradually soitening as he looked
at her.
NO" said he, 81 don't care for n cap
cine plaster. But Eve walked good
way, and should like bowl of collee,
if it's handy
''Oh, pray come up to the house then, "
said iesre. 'It's only n step across the
orchard. Oh, that COW, that COW! We
must certainly have her hamp pcred after
this"
Perhaps" said Mr.. Carey, solcmuly,
Is he cndeavored to straighlcn the
Iigcs Of his hat, "you know a family by
ihc name of Wclland, who live here.
about. Two old ma DIS, who manage a
farm all by themselves. Very peculiar
females, have been told"
DESIRE stood still and began to laugh,
while the deep crimson suilused her
checks.
why" cried she, ''it's me and Nal.
vina, We are the Welland gils."
1t was Mr.. Iareys turn TO flush and
look awkward now.
ter. have business at the Welland
Farm--thats 8 all"
isn't 1t strange that things should
happen so,' cried Desire, opening the
gate into the dim, shadowy orchard
where scarlet lines grew in the tall grass,
and robbins darted in and out OF the
dropping boughs. "rhere's the house
You can see t now. Alalvina and have
managed the farm ever since father died
Philo-that's our brothcr-has a house
and an estate of his own, and his wifi,
don't want any single relations. Blu,
we've done very well, every one says,
Here's the place and here's Malvina." Z"
Miss Malvina was diligently hoeing
sweet corn in mans hat and boots
She was tall, Amazonian sort of female
with high check bones, hair cut short
and masculine way of leaning on hel
hoe. She looked sharply around at tn,
sound OF footsteps.
''Is it the new hired mani" said she
"Then, Desire, you may tell him that W,
| uon WANT nclp tnat comes NJ TINS tlm'
of day. III have no eight hour men OF
my place
"Oh, Malvina, hush!' cried tn,
younger sister, in despair. "It's
gentleman on business"
In came brother Philo from the bacl
yard, with an auger in his hand,
~ h" said brother Philo, wrinkled
hard featured man in blue overalls anC
boots that looked as if they might hav
been carved out of liguum vitr. "Busi
ness2 II q MT sewin' machine. Is'Rose