The Newtown bee. (Newtown, Conn.) 1877-current, 1888-12-07
The Loaf Of Peace.
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ly freckled face and red hair-ln short,
Dock Haskell.
He had heard about the cotton. He
rode straight up to Luther. 'sThis yere|
amt no place fer talkin'," said he. "If|
we reckon done We any wrong, am
ready ter have it out with We any time
an place We like; but promised my CELL
ter fotch her some -four and got ter git
It back ter her fust."
Before the two men separated, they
had agreed to meet san talk'bout things"
that afternoon, Mt lonely spot in the
cypress brake, midway between their
houses.
Then they rode home carrying no very
good appetite to their dinners.
Dock found the new brown-bread over
the fire when he entered the room at
home, whichwas the Haskett's kitchen,
dining-room and bed-chamber all In one.
The baby toddled to meet him, bab-
bling an inarticulate welcome which Miz-
zie interpreted; the baby was l6 months
old and more fluent than ineligible Of
speech.
An apple and piece of cake had been
saved for the father.
''Ye'all had some ~ said he. Sal'Jane
assured him they had, sail 'cept Mizzie
an she fetched EN-"
''Mizzie an nell go shares,' said
Dock. ssYe are alters good ter the little
tricks. Reckon kin trust 'em with ye."
He sighed in curious way, Mizzie
thought, as he spoke and as he kissed
her. While she was laying the table for
dinner, he helped her, as usual, but more
than once he caught himself standing
still, dish in hand, staring around the
room. To mere stranger, it might have
seemed bare and confortless. The bricks
on the hearth and in the great black
throat of the fireplace were uneven and
broken. 1t was meager array of tin
and delft that was arranged on the shelf
above. The walls were upholstered and
their sole ornaments were two colored
cards, one, presented with box of soap,
representing very chubby infant wash
ing himself; the other, the gift of a stray
insurance agent, a red and black sketch
of burning house The floor was in
waves and the only piece of carpet was
before the bed Dock himself had chop
ped the rude bedstead out of white oak
timbers and NIizzie had stuffed the pill
lows and the mattress with cotton. The
great cracks in the walls where the clap
boards were warped or broken had been
plastered with mud. There were barely
two panes of glass in the single window
of the room. But Dock looked fondly at
the red cushions covering the broken
seats of the cane-bottomed chairs, at the
figured brown oii-ciotn on the table and
the bright tin spoons which shone in the
blue glass ing bought by Mizzie's cotton
money, the lamp filed with real coaf-oil
and it seemed to him truly luxurious
and beautiful apartment, only he used
no such fine words.
'sDon't it look good! thought Dick
sorrowfully.
ssYe feelin' puny to-day, Paw?" said
Mizzie, with an anxious look.
SHAW, honey, l war jes' studyin'" In
minute he added, in serious tone
"Mizzie, do We sets much store by Doshy
Morrow nowadays ez we use teri"
Mizzie came up closer to him and lean
cd her head against his arm, while she
answered, ''Yes, Paw. She amt hurried
you, yc know" She twisted the cloth
of his sleeve and went on, ''Paw, wud ye
--wud ye mind my learnin' Doshy tc
make this ere bread?'
sin co'se not, honey. 1 amt no i'll.
will ter the little trick, nur ter her NAV
neither. She war powerful kind ter us
all, onct.- He muttered under his
breath, ssMaybe she'd be kind ag'in, Il
--
Instead of completing the sentence, HI
kissed the anxious little face.
Mizzie thought that he was even kinder
than usual that day. After their simple
dinner, she saw him chopping wood. HI
chopped great pile, enough to last I
long while, in the mild weather of Feb
iuary and March. Then he brought thu
sack Of meal into the gallery from thu
she'd. Handler fur ye," he muttered
and he cut up the half-a-pig which hung
in the shed, so that it was ready TO
cooking.
BY this time, the hour was near b,
the wheezy old clock on the shelf. Docl
return ned to the house.
Sal Jane was poking the fire, at tina
moment, with an important air which
was explained by her first speech.
ssMizzie's gone with the baby an In
to keep the water b'ilin', so the brea
won't spile.'
'sThat's right, honey" said her father
He kissed her and went out again.
She thought nothing of his having hi
gun over his shoulder.
About the same time, Luther Morrow
also carrying a gun, was shutting III
gate. He looked grimly and sadly at til
cotton fields and the house, but he force
a smile when his wife nodded to hi
from the doorway; after he had Wake
little distance, he turned to wave HI
hand.
ssMendoshy's alluz ben o good VIII
ter me, he thought; Unable she'd lii
fer ter member that ar, eff anythin' hal
pens"
The place of meeting was marked by
blasted cypress growing on the edge 7
ravine or 'ssIash." A tangle Of thor
trees, papaws and trumpet vines made
rude hedge above the bank ON the roa'
side. Luther's first glance showed hi
Docks tall figure in blue jeans, outline
against the chalk-White Of the cypres