Telegram-herald., 1890-09-19
A FARMERS WIFE.
Why Kate Blsssss a Hardened
Old Uacle.


II never sa~ such lovely woods in all
ny life" said Kate Blesstngton- win
tergreen and slender-stemmed wild
flowers. and gray. old. fallen logs hid
den In ferns. and merry little tinkiing
brooksl And Charley has showed me
where there Is an see-eold spring under
the rocks, and a cave whore the Indians
psed 70 hide In Revolutionary timesi"
"uumph" said Mrs. Daggett knit
tng away as II each separate needle
sere treigh.ed with electricity.
''And we're going 20 have picnic to-
borrow. all by ourselves" went on
Kate. carelcssly swinging her broad
brinmed hat BY ono ribbon. Charley
md l. fm % pick basket OF wild
strawberries. and he's to bring rolls and
lettuce and hard-bo!led eggs. and shall
snow him Madranello's recipe for salad
dressing out there. under the trees
And we'll cool a bottle OF your currant-
vine in the spring and read Shake
soeare. under the green vines, with the
blue birds whistling in cur ears: and,
altogether. IL viii be just like dream
OF Arcadia
"Humphr said Mrs. Daggett
That's twice you've uttered that stiff
old monosyllable." said Katc. a little
piqucd. Il wonder what IL meanSv'
Mrs. Dazgett looked up at the lovely
young thing. in her cool. rustling mus
linS. and the slender gold chain around
her white throat She took stock" so
to speak OF the dazzling blue eyes and
the hair that was like cloud OF crinkly
gold. and the pure red-and-white COM
plexion. And she thought of honest.
sEn-burned Charley 1T work IN the up
lad grass lots, and the conviction
pressed more deeply than ever upon her
mind that 1t was not a fairly matched
contest between her grandson and her
city boarder.
did you ever read the fable OF the
Soy and the Frogs. Miss Blessington?"
said she.
Haven't II" retorted Kate. with a
laugh Half a dozen times at least.
Bat Why DO you ask?"
Because" said Mrs. Daggett what
WAS fan 70 the boys was death TO tho
frogs"
"You mean"
II mean" said oil Mrs. Daggett,
rhrewdly eying Mss Blessington over
tho rims OF her silver spectacles,
-'that what yov are enjoying so much
nay DC q sorry business for my grand
son CharleyF'
What nonsense" cried Kate, ''as II I
meant any thingw
That's Just it," said Mrs Daggett.
'You don't mean any thing. but Charley
1ocsl Charley Is in earnest about every
thing"
Does be really Sars 70 imagine that
! would"
stop a rninu.e ny dear, stop a min
u.e," interposcd the old lady, whose
knitting needles had ncve- FOR single
moment abated their clicking What
ho TO imagine, when you seek his
society. take pleasure in his companion
ship. and pu. forth all Jour attractions
70 charm himf"
Because 10 like him." said Kate
And hc l0res your
Kato's lip quive-ed: the deep carmino
rushed into hor check.
"Im sorry" said she, Il an. indeed
never thought thas-Oh. II I could
only put OF this picnic busin cssl'
The old lady eyed her still moro
sharply.
so he's nothing moro than an ordi-
nary acquain-aace. 20 you2 said she
n ike him. said Kate ''Oh. ever 50
uuchl Butt never can be farmers
wifer'
There arc people In tho world worse
CT than farmers viz es,~ said Mrs Dag
gstt
Perhaps so" said Miss Blessing ten.
ustle hauChtily. "B0t Uncle Or
lando has broaght nc up With far differ
sns views am - 20 With hin %
Europe. and be presented &c court By
She American Minister'S wife. I am 20
b his hefress and
Mrs. Dazxets ross quietly up and laid
asIde her Knitting
II must 20 ard sec after ny roast
dsckiinxs and green peas.r said she.
'-An3 vour beautiful bunch ~ forms.
N ss Biesslngtos. "a all wiltInr. for a
las,s of a listle cold wafer 70 put them
n
Kate BlessinEsoa went slowly across
fhe wide hall. where the tv0-hundred-
Fesr old Antwerp clock ticksd Ike The
al ~ rhcstly footsteps A. the same
moment CbGteY ns~V-ts came in; =
al. sun5urnca Apollo. wisa dark.
snarkiir- eyes and rich. brown com
piexioa. lgSs , SpaniA~3'S
"Sss vhst I have fcnnd ~ n the
fields sad be just in tirs 70 ESCAPE
ihe sc-thel nest - yoanE rchi ns,