The Springdale news., 1889-09-06

a' cheery talk l raked away in the mel low earth urtil breakfast time and went in absolutely hungry.
 Day after day she kept up this course. She gave me hardly a min ute alone and she had me read aloud to her when l wanted book
 '1 haven't time and you mustn't read much, the doctor says; so we'll have to carry it out together" and she produced "Huckleberry Finn" which she altcrnated with "Rudder Grange, " so that between the remark able humorous adventures in the former and Pomona's performance in the latter l had no time to think of love or sentiment except in the most ludicrous light. Then the fower-beds needed So much hoeing and scratching and wedding, and the old pansy bed opened up in such marvellous beauty that l began to Ee quite worried for fear the new one would not rival it. so renewed hoeing and wceding had to be kept up. l had to keep on my thick shoes, for it was supposed that the dog had carried off one of my slippers, and my hammock came to grief and uselessness by the calf's chewing a big hole in it; so that really I was obliged to do nothing bnt work out in the garden day after day
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 My pansies outrivalcd the old ones, and l forgot every thing, even my af- inity, in the delight of watching for the new faces which peered up at me from the velvety blossoms, and was too tired when night came to moon over myself, much less any Arabella or Ethelinda, So sound sleep visited me quickly.
 About the time I reached this state and could outriyal Aunt Becky in dressing and reaching the flower garden in the morning, she found time to fix up her own bedstead and leave me to my privacy again.
 It was late in the fall when she said to me one day:
 Well, Rue, do you think youllast through the winter?"
 Last, Why, Aunt Becky, l wouldn't do any thing else for the world.' was my convincing answer, for it actually struck a pang to my heart to think Of dying
 Well, guess your folks want to see you home by this time" and homo went, Aunt Becky with me.
 They were all ready to receive me with pillows in the carriage and tender, sorrowing faces; she had done all the corresponding, as l did not like to write letters. and had done it as she pleased. So. when rushed in upon the family with my red cheeks and face as brown as a gypsy's, they could not have been more astonished if I had risen from the dead.
 Fl said you could cure her if any body could" father exclaimed, in de- light that night.
 But what did you give her, Becky?" my mother anxiously asked.
 "Toolsn was her contentious an 5wcr.
 ''Whatr'
 Tools rake and hoe and spade and trowel!- -gingham dress and thick soled shoes; took away the cloves n rJ ,,a,,o;I- slo v-,. o,,incr ,;ll .lo looked like tallow candle; hid her love-sick stories and death wishing for poetry and gave her something to laugh at instead let tho calves eat up her lazy hammock and broke down my old bedstead so't she couldn't be alone d minute to cry and take on over her sentimental fol-de-rol; turned her right out into the open air and let the sky and the breeze and the flow CTS help me out in it {"
 Was that all, Becky?" Mother was so surprised that she could not find any thing else to say.
 Wasn't that enough, as long as it cured her?"
 And do you mean to say that she was not going into a decline at all?' mother urged.
 "Yes, and no. She hadn't any dis ease that's down in the books, though l don't know what eating that stun would have done in time. But she was declining fast into foolish, scnti- romantic simpleton, with all her ideas Of love and heroines and and death, and she might have declined by this time into some thing worse, for she was fast getting where she could have been most easily led into something she would have had cause to regret perhaps all her days Queer. that mothers can't sec such thingsr'
 Why, Becky how you talk! I had never thought Of that.' Mother was mortified as well as alarmed.
 Yes, that's just it. You were too busy with your household affairs and, like most women, thought if any thing dLlCb fOut B IT IL HIlSb pt SOUlttIIDE for the family doctor to prescribe for; so she was drifting right on down to ruin, like enough, unless her own hard sense got the better of her in time all just because you didn't try to un- 1erstand her, But Rue's cured, Im pretty sure; now see you don't let Bess get on the same decline that all. r
 And Bess did not Mother was awakened in time as well as l. I did not lapse into another decline; and mother saw to it that the other girls were safely guarded by her enlight- sned eye through the dangerous TO- mantle period for which she found Aunt Becky's to be an infallible cure. Sarah B. Scarborough, in Ladies Home Journal.