The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1889-01-16
sIGNoRI BELLoNI.


gently. until let the bars down.
The purple autumn sunset was glowing
in the west; the noise Of the little brook
sounded through the woods which were
fas. losing their last leaves, and the little
procession of COWS came meditatively
down the rocky pasture slopes, stopping
here and there to deeapitate an especially
,oothsome wild-fower. or to MUNICH a
mouthful of grass thai was fresher than
ihe ordinary. And behind them stalked
a tail, slender girl, wearing dark-stpii
dress. and a sunbonnet of brown calico.
Eve brought home the COWS, Mrs.
Dodd." said she, merrily, as wrinkled
face pccred out Of the window. Shall /
milk nov Just hand me the pals, please.
/ know where to find the three-legged
stool"
"But, child" said the perplexed Mrs
Dodd, " You can't milk" i.
Are you sure Of that?p sid the tall
girl. whose face, now that the sunbonnet
had fallen Off revealed a rich, olive com
plexion, large, laughing eyee, and hair
blacker than the proverbial ravens wing.
.Bu, YOU see, never told you how | used
TO milk my little lunch-pail full oul into
the PASTURES when went nutting in oe-
tobeT"
"Ahm said Mrs. Dodd.
Il have many more accomplishments
than yoa are aware OF" added the
girl
We'll, any way, I'm glad you're safe
nome, Miss Mary said Mrs. Dodd. Its
sort Of wild place up on the Hill pasture
and Spotty is ugly with her horns some
times.n
"Spotty and l are the best friends in
the xorld," said Mary Bell lightly
strokiug tie smooth sides Of the horned
animal IN question, as she walked along
toward the barnyard, with the milk pals
in her hand. Make yourself easy, Mrs
Dodd viii fodder the cattle, ard see
that Tie barn is safely locked up for the
night
I'm dreadful obleeged to ye, Mis-
Mary said Mrs. Dodd 81 dunno what
III ba' doueef 'twarn t for you, in this ere
tight spot
$50 that's your bosrder, is it ?" said
Mrs. Mattison. who had dropped in Il
borrow yeast cake for to-morroW's bak
inr. Coin 10 stay long?7
About month"; said Mrs. Dodd
she's powerful fond of The country
You'd ought tosee her ride old Dobbin tc
water. and she lives ont doors, like a
rypsy. from mornin' till night"
Nice lookin' enough said Mrs. Mat.
tison.
$3.50" said the widow" for them as
Hikes dark -complected folk. My Phoebe
was as fair as a lily, with blue eyes and
skin that freckled if she so much as put
( her nose out in the sunshine But Mis-:
Bell has been very good to me since No
ses run of after the travelin' circus and
my knee got bad with the rheumatic
/ She takes hold as handy as possible abou
1 the house. offered to pay her wages
I bu, she laughed rightoGtat the idea II
take your six dollars a month, Mrs. Doit
said she. when I'm able to pay you fol
( all the kind care you've took Of me since
; 1 came TO Scramble Farm Not but wha
she's paid her board Us punctual as
/ clock. added Mrs. Dodd. But there wa
a spell along when she was rather droop
/ in and hadnt much appetite, and ! boil
( ed 40 some herb tea, and sort of eossetec
her with nice little homemade messes
until she chirked up and she amt for
/ got it, you see.
"shop-gal, ! s'pose ?" said Mrs. Matti
son. These ere city folks gets a SOFT o
stylish way with 'em She walks like 4
queen, though she hasn't got nothin' bu
/ shilling delaine and a caliker sunbonnet
No. she amt salesiady." said Mrs
( Dodd. whose Phoebe was in that business
and who never allowed the term shop
girl. to pass uncorrected in her presence
/ She is a singist.p
Musical. ell ~ said Mrs. Mattison
pricking up her ears. In church
choir 81
II guess likely" said Mrs. Dodd." lift
ing the lid oil the stew-pan to see if the
dried peaches were in proper stage fol
dishinx up. Bat dunno Mary Bel
amt one that talks much. sort o reck
on, though, that she sings at concerts auc
/ plays the pianny at parties for so much 4
night. My Phoebe says there's folks Al
makes it a regular business in the city"
" You don'tsay " cried Mrs. Matti
son.
AYES, reg'lar business. Ny Phoebe
she used to be a great hand on the accor
doon, but
.sYes. know, said Mrs Mattison who
had many time listened to the recita
of my Phaebes" varied accomplish
ments. and knew them all by heart. Bu
if she sings, Mrs. Dodd, guess the church
folks would be glad to get her TO sing Al
cur concert on Monday week"
is it fur the new meetin' Gus carpet
asked Mrs Dodd, adding u little more su
gar to the dried peaches.
Mot exactly" said Mrs. Matiison. "lti
our Horaiio as las got it up, Its to rais'
money fur the choir to 60 to New Yori
in December TO hear the Signori Belion
sing in opera. Horaiio. he's dreadful ma
sical, and he says any one as hasn't hear