Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1891-05-30

o&AMTXAYH DIoWStCI, rs u0 Tire W
~ RfA. himself into the rock
1HA: ing chair in the kitch.
"1en and famed his
~ flushed face with his
NNN~ straw hat. "A quar-
" ter ofan hour wasted
very likely, waiting here; Right in the
midst of as fine hay day as any man
would wish to see. Now, my mother
used to have her lunch ready to the
minute whenever we came for it, and ]
don't see why"
His jeremiad was checked by the ap.
pearance of his wife, who came out of
the pantry, tugging along the great
lunch basket, almost too heavy for
strength.
Farmer Brewster way q young man,
in spite of his grumbling. Only %,
tall, straight, healthy, with blue eyes,
rosy cheeks, fair curly hair-and hand
some face when it was not dark ened, us
now, by a scowl of discomfort.
An only son, he had inherited large
and handsome farm. clear of mortgage
and debt, which supplied all the wants
of his household most literally and
gave him a nice little sum of money to
deposit in the bank each year.
There was no reason why he should
be mean, yet miserly habits were grad
ually growing upon him far faster than
he knew.
Nor was there need of grumbling
over the household arrangements, since
the wife of his choice was farmers
daughter who knew we'll how to work,
and who had taken delight in setting
her home in faultIess order when first
she came as bride to the pleasant
Brewster place.
The same order reigned still, from
garnet to cellar of the square old house,
but Mrs. Brewster went through her
fash mechanically now, or with nervous
haste and hurry that made them almost
uncomfortable sometimes.
The constant drop of water will wear
away stone; and the constant fault
finding in which her husband saw fit to
indulge had nearly worn the patience,
the hope and the endurance out of the
young wife's heart.
The comfort and happiness Of that
home hung upon thread, which frayed
more and more, hour by hour, under
the pain of unmerited blame.
Yet George Brewster saw nothing of
this until the morning of which write.
There is the lunch, and it is exactly
five minutes past TO- said Mrs. Brew
ster, setting the basket down with
some emphasis at his feet, II was de-
layed that much with the butter. It
had to be seen to before the sun got too
high"
my mother always churned before
breakfast" observed George, rising
slowly to his feet.
His wife said nothing. but the color
rose holly in her cheeks till the lost
bloom of her girlhood seemed to have
come back again, and she raised lher
eyes to his with looked that startled
him.
Very handsome eyes they we're
dark, soft and velvety, with world of
love and tenderness in their depths.
Yet now they met his own coldly and
sternly, with such an expression that he
exclaimed:
Good gracious! Lefty. You look as
If you hated mel"
Il am afraid do" was the astound-
ing reply.
And with swift glance at the clock,
Lefty hurried down into the cellar with
. knife and pan to make her prepara-
6ons for dinner for six hungry hay
makers.
.Afr6id she hates mel Ny wife! She
that was Lefty Clover muttered he
10 himself in his bewilderment why,
what on earthl She must be going
crazy or something or other"
.Lettyr he called ct the cellar door.
@It is ten minutes past TO- she an
svered from the depths of her cellar.
eff don't see about the dinner now
r. won't be on the table at IL to the
minute, Is your mother used to have.
! can't come
sWell, if this don't beat all, said he
% the maltese and white cat who as
eended from the cellar and rubbed her
elf against his legs.
A shout from the bayfield, reused
him TO the recollection OF tho days
business.
He went out and dispensed the
treasures Of his basket among the
hungry men, who praised Lefty
cooking with every mouthful they swat
lowed.
sit is enough to make an old bache-
loe like me sit down and CRY to eat
s1ch raspberry shortcake - that said
6olomon Wyse, wiping the crumbs Of
NE feast from his lips before he drank
ha-d cider from the jug. Tell you
What it Is, George, You won . prize
yhen you went counting.
$50 he did. And here's her good
health, chimed in another mower. -
- took mp the jug.
George assented, vaguely.
They were talking Of his vise-hia
vi1e, who was afraid abe hated him.
Eoyer had the two hours between
- md dinner dnessd . alovly: