Wichita eagle., 1890-02-09

lslon with the squire if he assented, o.
to give up her reluctant willingness to
fight it out strenuously if he said no; but
as Sally replaced her hood and shawl and
opened the outer door, her mother called
after her:
''Dont forget to tell him you've got to
be fixed off to go, child I expect he'll
growl some, but the terbacker did real
| well last year, and he's packin' ont
now"
There was world of policy in this last
remark. quite lost ON simple Sally; so she
trudged out to the big barn on the hill
side, and, stepping in at the little side
door, threaded her way over milking
stools, pitchforks, wisps of hay, and all
the nameless litter of an i'll kept barn, to
the wide hay floor, where her father and
Peter, the hired Irishman, sat packing
tobacco. Squire Tyler was good speci-
men of an elderly Yankee farmer; his fine
head was covered with iron gray hair,
curling all over it in spite of him; his face
was wrinkled, but sagacious and kindly,
while all the shrewdness ascribed to his
race twinkled in the deeps set eyes, half lost
under their big, shaggy brows He was a
quaint old creature, as far as his domes-
tic life went, but nobody made more
acute bargains than he, or understood
better how to take the top wave Of f1uc-
tuating prices and come off with flying
colors just before his delaying neighbors
lost all their ventures. He loved Sally
better than anything else, and his Devon
COWS next; his wife came somewhere
lower down in the scale, it is true, but
that was her own fault; twenty years of
persistent nagging and contradicting
will somewhat stunt the growth even of
real affection, and whatever of love
still fingered in this matrim onial tie had
its balance altogether on the wife's side.
Now, as he looked up and saw Sally
leaning against the door, her white hood
fallen off, and her face glowing with her
walk and her errand, all his wrinkles
and FUCKERS vanished into a smile of
welcome, and the sharp eyes softened at
once.
''Hullo, Sally" shouted he, "what be
you after?'
ooh, father, please! [ had letter
from Cousin Jerushy''- Here she stop
ped minute TO take breath.
well, that ain t no great thing to hev.
is it? l thought mother was kind O.
down on Jerushy, or you was, or some
thin or mother"
''Oh, not me. And, father, she wants
me to come to Westboro and see her a
spell; and say, father, can't | go?"
Sally gave these last words in the true
coaxing whine, and the squire looked up
and iau 5hed.
You hain't set voQr mind ont none,
hev you. e4l?
81 kind o have, flasher"
"W hat does mother say to t. chr
well, she said couldn't, an then
she said maybe / coaid ii | had some
new things, but | can 9 unless [ do"
The squire was purse bearer evidently,
and he began 10 tease sally q bit. Well,
there's norm f0ur nov things around
here t you can hav ii yoJ Won spile m;
there a new halter AZ that stall. and a
new corn basket; II ~ got fire new
AK - the hou-e, Z ti4aili help We
any
why. falherl 't.ln5 those kind of
things l want: i ) ne~ gowns and hat,
aud -
WHAT thunder do yoa want hat
for? Can't You wear decent bunnet. n
not put tin pan WIKI streamers atop of
your head, Ike them darned fools of
iuckerS:
"Why don't mean such hat as that;
[ mean bi = one To keep the sun out of
my eyes. I've just g5c Il new ounnet."
''Sun won t hurt yoar eyes none-they
amt everlastin' briai anyway-but
guess you can hev things as you call
'em, 'nough to go TO Westboro. An
seein' you can't get 'em without money,
why l expect I'll hev to give ye SOME
Tn dreadful near old critter or narily,
We know, but this here terbacker crop
has kinder drawed out my heart, n
won't grudge you some ont"
With which speech the squire I'M
latched his pocketbook and fingered out
from its capacious depths dirty bills to
the amount of twenty dollars, which he
to look over his shoulder; and was him
self more astonished in his turn than she
by the hearty hug she gave him.
Good land! what's that for, you
young critter? Haint been hugged so
this forty year. Had to pay fort,
though, didn't 1? Well! well! go long,
gal, when you git ready, and hev first
rate time; but don't you go to fetchin'
any O them young fellers out of the iron
works home arter We. | don't believe in
luggin' a gal through teethin'. n measles,
n all sorts o knotholes. n hevin the first
sassy chap t comes along go'n and take
her off, fore you We had speck of COM
fort out on her"
Luckily the horn blew at this moment
both loud and long-irate signal of
domestic tempest brewing in the house
and drove her fathers caution quite
out of Sally's head-innocent little head
that Rad not even remembered before
that there were iron works or workers in
Westboro. much less young men.
"Whew" involuntarily sputtered the
squire as ''the sound of that dread horn
fell upon his preternaturally sensitive
ear.
Sally ran faster than his walk. but she
stopped to wait for him behind the great
water butt, and smiled to herself as she
heard MIN whisthng Dundee with
great earnestnesS. She was so happy
she could afford to smile, even at the OBJ
jurgations that met them both, little
calculated as those souorous remarks
wsre to sweeten the dinner However,
tha meal like al New ENGLAND DenauceS