New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1891-11-29

to feed the horse That would be something
| TO do. 80
After few minutes her sister came and sat
| down near her She had pan of Greetings"
and short sharp knife Size also had large
earthen dish into which 10 put the pared and
! quartered apples.
Rowena looked critically at the youthful face
| and figure. Sarah kimball seemed scores of
| years younger than she herself was.
| 1t is quite absurd to call you like me- she
remarked, presently.
Sarah Kimball looked disappointed.
Il never sposed / could be like you," she
said though good many do say So.
| You a thousand times prettier.'
oh OH, blushing deeply.
Are YOU going TO he a dressmaker?'
| Il expect So can't teach school; m kind
! of banker TO cut m fit.
Then | should certainly cut n fit
The sisters looked at each other and laughed.
81 guess Marthy s. II he real mad if dress
make
Is Marthy s. just the same ?"
Exactly. Amt it funny that she always
SAYS she's well acquainted with Mr.. Bradford, and
Here Sarah Kimball stammercd and stopped in
| confusion
And that I amt good 'nough for him." finished
Rowena.
| Yes. she does but how'd you knOw?' in
| great wonder
Because | know Marthy s." was the answer.
| Sarah Kimball's fingers flew round the apples
and the apple-syins fell fast into the pan. She
said that the boys could never have enough apple
sauce. She told great deal of the neighborhood
news in answer to Rowena's questions. 1t trans
! pired that Miss Hancock had been noticed by
! Deacon Roper who had buried his second wife
There was great and general interest felt as TO
whether the deacon would really take the dress
! maker or not, but discussion as to whether
! she would allow herself to be taken. That the
woman. like Barkis is willing is always taken
| for granted.
Sarah Kimball told how she that was George
! Warner and who was now Mrs James Townshend,
had come near losing her boy by scarlet fever.
| She also related how Mrs. Townshend had won
| the prize for the most intricate pattern OF bed
Quilt at the cattle show for the last three years
| Her bed-quilts beat everything. Mr. TOwnshend
was scrabbling and saving. lie was already get
| ting before-handed
Rowena at last began TO feel her brain reeling
with this sudden return TO the life whose detals
she found she had really almost forgotten, al
| though she thought she had remembered them
What she had remembered were the love, the
| pleasant, wholesome things.
| Sarah Kimball grew and more at home
| with this sister of whom she was so proud
| She prattled on, revealing her shailow
nature her good humor, her lantee shrewu'
| ness her love of fnery. She couidn
wait she declared "for them trunks. > She
| wanted TO see Rowena's things. She s'poseu
Paris things must beat everything els, all holer'
| She proposed that. if the storm should " let up
any that she and Rowena should harness the Old
| horse into the wood sled and go over to the
! station after the trunks. II would be great
| fun. Ii was only three miles. And then old
| jerks would he Jewed out of the pay for BRING
| ing them over" ,
To her surprise and JOY Rowena entered heartily
| into this scheme. Then the two went round 10
the different windows and peered out Still the
Same binding -sterm-s--s-- -a-..----
- In her growing desperation and alarm at her
/ own emotions Rowena was almost ready to pro
| nose that they should go even il the storm con
| tinued. .-----
Mrs futile saw the illsubdued fire in Rowenais
| eves She tried TO cheer them both by saying
that mebby at noon it would begin to clear"
And at noon the clouds parted, much to the
elder woman's surprise. The sun shone inc
blue heavens were very blue.
The mother much deplored the fact that Nathan
| Henry had carried his dinner TO school. or he
! couh have harnessed for them. But Rowena had
| already seen enough OIL ->dIhdh iIohiS " ~ eNN
| he was not at home to retard matters.
| The two plOughed their way to the barn. 1t
| was hard work getting. the sled round so that the
| horse could be put into it, but there was great
| deal of yigor and decision about Sarah klmballs
efforts: and she was thinking of them trunks
Royena worked as she had not done since
| before she left home She tore the skin from
| one hand she foundered in the drifts her feet
| acbed with the cold. But she forgot that battling
| headache which had seemed to come without
| cause.
Over in England Keats Bradford was not as
sisting in any such scene
| He was standing at the window Of one OF the
climbs much frequented by Americans. His hands
were thrust into his pockets and he was scowling
absently out into the busy street.
| Some one clapped him on the shoulder. His
scow rather increased, for he did not relish being
clapped on the shoulder
| "Hullo, Bradford said a husky, good-naturcd
voice doosid glad to see you this side the Channel
Didn't know you wee ever going to leave Paris
When did you Gomez
| a week ago"
| Hope Mrs. BIadfords well p
| "Thanks: she is very we'll
| Glad TO hear it, I'll call on her. Where are
you putting up?'
Bradford now turned for the first time fully
toward his interlocutor.
81 don't think you'll call on her at present,
he said. What he really said was "pwesent.'
The other man grew red.
because" went Bradford slowly; she is
! not in England
lis that so? Where is She? COndole with
YOU. my dear fellow
Bradford shrank imperceptibly, but he replied
"She is in Middle Village
| "Wbere N the dOOse is Middle Village :?
In tbe yilds of America.
Don't talk about the wiids OF America. You
know I'm an American myself
:. Tyhen CONGRATULATE America, remarked Brad