The Olneyville times. (Olneyville [Providence, R.I.]) 1887-1917, 1889-02-01

when 7Ie was attlTed IN her holiday
Gr. S., and neat little lcghorn bonnet,
she looked more 50 than ever.
Walter received one glance from
those rOguish black eyes as she came
out TO get into the wagon, and he felt
strange Tutoring at his heart.
lie stilled down any emotion he
might have. and taking his corn knife
followed John Miles 10 one field. while
Pin.ry, by her fathers side on the
wagon, drove away
Mr.. Miles had on his holiday clothing
also, including high crowned narrow
trimmed hat, which has in latter days
been termed "plug."
Pinkcy gazcd on the blue sky, the
light fcccy clouds, the leaves Of the
trees now assuming golden hue, and
followed tAe birds in their flight, or
listened - thoir gladstone songs. while
her practical father gazed about on the
fields, and inspected the fences. barns
and houses, making various criticisms
on the same.
The spirited horses went down the
road at Il good round trJt, and clouds
Ofdust rose i'm the rear of the wagon,
1loatn { away TO settle on the leaves Of
tie trees, or accumulate in the fields.
They had passed a small farmhouse
situated on hill with field extending
along the road, inclosed by misera-
bic fence.
"Thcrc's that trining Jack HawK-
ms" said Mr.. Miles to his daughter,
pointing TO man with dark brown
whi,kcrs, broad-brimmed hat, in his
sIirt sleeves, sitting on the fence near
miserable oil tumblc-down gate.
81 II declare, he's the --latest man in
the entire fiat. Always sittin' on the
fence ard never doin' any good. Be
sides he keeps that tramp Bill Martin
about him all the time, who is twice as
triAi"' pz be-
GLOW do they make living, father,
if they don't work." asked iinkey,
who, farmer girl like, knew no honor
able means OF support save manual
toll.
II do not know, daughter; that has
always been Il mystery; some people
can SIT on the fence al 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
1 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, ron TO the fence TO peep through
| at the father and daughter as they
| drove hy. 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 rs if he was waiting for them TO
approach. ,,,,,
/ Jack, as the wagon came opposite
/ HIM. "GOing to town to-dayP"
"Ycs, Jack, are ye putting in your
wheat?' asked Mr.. Miles, refining in
/ his restless horses.
Just commenced plowing for it. "
answered Hawkins, grin on his face
that made it at once dstrustful.
"Why amt you plowing nowi
stopp d tC take rcstp"
"No, lroke n clevIs. and Bills gone
TO the house to ret one"
"lIow long siAce ye had that field in
cultivaton"
"Some three or four years." said
Jack. descending from the fence and
advancing to the wagon. lie was a
man about forty-live years of age. with
bushy hair and beard, a crcstfallcn
gray eye and square, massive chin.
He came forward at his usual lazy,
shambling rate, and familiarIy put ono
foot ON the hub of the fore-whcel next
to him. supporting his elbow on the
knee of his elevated leg, and resting his
chin in his hand, he seemed to square
himself for two hours talk.
Got n new hand, | her dP' said
Jack.
"Ycs; hired one yesterday"
"D'ye think he's much account?"
Cant say I've not given him fair
trial yct,' answered the farmer
lie is raat.nr delicate fellow?'
"Ics, rather.
Don't look as though he'd ever
done much farm workP'
mo, he says he never did, but he
seems willing to learn"
ado YOU think he can do 1t, if he
does lcarnP'
81 don't see why he should not"
"Why, he's rather weakly, you
know"
"Rathcr slender young man.
"Yes; don. look as though he could
manage fiery team, or do hard
days work
"Thosc slender chaps sometimes de-
ceivc one.
"What has he been doin'?' asked
Jack.
"Clcrking in dry-goods store"
"WhcrcP'
"At Queenstown"
"a clerk, heyg'
That's what he says he's been do
ing
~ rcg'lar ladies' gentleman, them"
said Jack, with shy glance at Pinkey.
zone o tncm fcllars what can measure
calcrco. talk soft. aud walk on eggs
without brrakin' 'cm."
"lle seems willing to work, and a
perfect gcntlcnsn,' answered Mr..
Miles. Then, to change the converse
ton. he said: "llow much winter wheat
do you intend to put imp"
Dunno was the answer; "somc
fifteen or twenty acres. | suppose"
"You are rather late commencing for
that much"
"Ya-as; but if | don't cit it all in,
I'll have TO be content with putin q
part"
"You haven't plowcd five burrows
yet"
"No; Just commenced said the
careless Jack Hawkins, shifting his foo
to the ground and putting the othe'
foot ON the hub. "Our clovis broke
and Bill went TO the house TO cit the
other
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