The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1891-10-11

life the spring greeted her like sister
OF her own age, who could comprehend
all her emotions. After exercising Seliil
in jumping bitches and fences until shs
was tired, she rode home in light
drizzling rain and gave orders to Burns
to harness him to the market cart ths
next morning at six rs She intended Il
drive into dttlefield with load OF as
paragus and lettuce.
Burns took off his hat and scratched
his head as If to help the idea in pene
trating his skull He amt broke Il
harness, miss
Never was In a harness in his life
answered Agnes carelessly, sbut it's
time he learned how to pull. =
And you moan to drive him the first
time tomorrow nlorning?p
"Of course do, turning her ewes on
Burns in a way that shut him up and
made him creep off to the stable. mut.
tering to himself 'sEf she breaks het
neck with her durn' reckIessness it won1
be my fault.
How the girl managed to COW Burn,
and make him perfectly submissive "a
her will the very first day of her arrival
at the farm was puzzle even to him.
Perhaps it was the look Of her clear eve.
look of natural command that made
him feel small and insignificant; soma
such look as he remembered in her father.
who had quelled riot among the strix.
ers on one Of his railroads by his per.
sonal power aud authority Burns
noticed that his wife, who generally car.
RED the day Ia their matrimonial differ.
ences, had grown surprisingly meek as
she crept In and out of the keeping room
with the tea things where Miss Ransom
was kneeling before the fireplace coax.
ing some sticks Of rather wet wood to kin.
die to a blaze. Agnes had rumamged out
Of the attic pair of brass andirons over
which she exulted as real ANTIQUES. Mrs.
Burns had fully intended to call her bv
her first name. She had always spoken
Of the Ransom girls to her neighbors al
it she enjoyed q close and familiar init.
macy with the family Of her wealtbv
employer. 1t WAS not the custom to
give handles to names on Scrabble Hill.
and now that Agnes was poor she fell
that she had no cali to kotow.
But since the tan girl had taken pos
session at the farm, with her hazel ewes
speaking authority, the proud, young
head set SO superbly on her shoulders.
the level sweep of her glance as if she
owned the world, Mrs. Burns had not
ventured on Agnes, not even in pri-
vate with John, but had confined her
self to the personal pronoun she. .She'a
got temper like asteel trap, know she
has, whined Mrs. Burns. as she was
cutting the bread for Johns supper.
Il guess she went bite your head off"
returned Burns, with his face buried in
the crash roller towel, after having per
formed his ablutions at the kitchen sink.
We've got togiye IN to her so far as it's
herplace to boss, but she mustn't interfere
with our part Of the house. 1t won't
kill us to begin and cali her Miss Ran
som right away. No familiarity, sez |.
but square deal. and each one to toe the
mark on her own line Wen keep to
ourselves and let her keep to herself.
No mixin. She's just like the old man.
born aristocrat"
Agnes had lnelt before the fire to toast
her bread, and the glow was cast on her
cheek and along the rich sheen of her
hair and the delicate outline Of her pro-
file It touched the little round tea table,
with its twisted legs and claw feet, and
Mother Rollins squat tea service Of
quaint china. She drew up an old fash
toned cushioned rocking chair and made
a lovelier picture there in the cleaning.
-.-4t. Al = :. ~ fl,n i-tffo
odd shaped room. than she had ever
made in the splendid drawing room az
lakewood When the simple meal was
over Agnes sat on without'a light as the
dusk gathered and deepened Without
moving from the chair she could look
far down the valley and see a red streak
in the clearing sky, and the winding
road, and the bridge over the creek, the
hills glimmering off into the dark, and
great lonely tree on the opposite rise OF
ground outlining itself against the sky
Suddenly Mrs. Burns, who was washing
dishes in the kitchen, heard her begin to
sing quaint old English ballad as the
night came down and she sat there alone
in the freight of the keeping ROOM
Her voice, a rich soprano, seemed to rise
and fill the house like incense and then
float out under the kindling stars.
well, never did" said she, laying
down the plate she had just washed. 1T
she amt a-singin like all possessed, and
thought she'd be as lonesome as cat
in strange garnet come night, When
spoke to her about takin Miss Crab.
the school teacher, to board and goin
halves with her on the profits, she
wouldn't hear to it nohow. l guess she
thinks she's too good to associate with
Miss Crab, but for a girl that's come
down off her high horse to be as poor
as Jobs turkey and is going to peddie
garding sass round Iittletield it don't
comport."
Mrs. Burns was totally Indifferent TO
the fact that her sentences would not
parse by any Of Mr.. Lindley Murrays
ingenious rules The principle OF soclai
equality had been attacked on Scrabble
Hill, and she felt she had a perfect rignt
to be aggrieyed.
Now, Mahaly.r said Burns, who was
eating his supper at side table py
the light of kerosene lamp, 'dons
Won keen a~hefforin [ amt much sur