Crawford avalanche. (Grayling, Mich.) 1879-19??, 1892-06-30

rey's light print dress lit up tho cellar
door.
He picked up his coat and hat with a
dazed, haggard look, and said, This
is not lady's work, Mrs. jeffrey.
found out as much as that. You ought
not to work that churn; you will hurt
yourself.
Il churn three times a week. I don't t
mind it much now; l am used to it. !"
Seeing how tired he looked, she sudden
ly changed the subject, and said: do
come with me out of this gloomy place
to the veranda. There is quite breeze
now." She picked up his glasses and
wiped them on her apron, while he pre-
ceded her up stairs. This Is the incest
corner in the afternoon, and this is the
easiest rocking-chair. Sit down, sir.
There is palm-leaf. Now get cool and
comfortable while l come back with
fresh buttermilk for you. Won't you
enjoy buttermilk of your own making?
Here your eloeees, and horo Is-tho o
speech" She pulled 1t out of her apron
pocket and handed 1t reluctantly aud
timidly. Now, please don't make fun
of my work, and will praise yours so
much more" She courtesied and disap-
peared.
Mr.. Burns put on his glasses without
delay, unfolded the few leaflets, and
read. And when he was through read
ing he looked as IL he had been listening
to tk. first bluebird's song in early
sprinp, He was In the best humor by
the tine Mrs. Jeffrey appeared with q
pitcher full of buttermilk. What do
you think Of the butter?" he called out.
Its a great success, and I congratu-
late you; and am ever so much obliged
to you, Mr.. Burns" Then she added, in
an undertone: And the speech?"
1T could not be improved upon, my
dear Mrs. Jeffrey. You are an orator TO
the manner born, upon my word. Allow
me to congratulate and express my
thanks.
They shook hands over the pitcher Of
buttermilk and laughed like a couple Of
happy children. moment after, Judge
Burns, with the Fourth of July GRAFTON
in his breast pocket, drove Puck on to-
ward Pinelake.
The Fourth of July had come, and
proved to be a regular scorcher. There
wss o noisy crowd at the village cele-
bration, and the market-place was thick
-ly strewn with burnt out fire-crackers,
peanut shells, banana and orange peels.
The speakers platform was ablaze with
bunting, and every window around the
square seemed frame for pretty faces
and gorgeous millinery.
Mr.. Jeffrey's speech was one Of the
first on the programme, but 1t was by no
means one of the best. He began SOL
emnly In a voice as loud as a fog-horn:
Ladies and gentlemen-this memoir
able day" etc. For one minute there
was flow of pompous phrases, carefully
committed to memory-then there came
a sudden stop-another start-another
stop. The tall speaker pulled up his
shirt collar as IL he was choking. started
anew, got more and. more entangled,
wished himself a mile under ground,
flushed, stammered, and was at last
gently reminded by the president that
his time was up.
The last speaker was Judge Burns.
And what wonderful speech he made!
There was no end Of cheering and clap
ping. The girls waved their handker-
chief, after having wiped off their tears.
Wasn't 1t perfectly lovely?" Just too
lovely for anythingl" The women
smiled and the men nodded approval.
1T was daisy and no mistake. Hur-
rah for Judge Burns" three cheers
for Hezel1iah Burns At an open win
dow opposite the platform sat the post
masters wife, and beside her little
lady in a white dress, with pretty,
flushed face and pair of very bright
eyes fixed on the speaker, and turning
to the village clock the moment Judge
Burns closed his grafton.
Mr.. and Mrs. Jeffrey drove home
early after the celebration. He had
nothing to say, and was as cross as a
bear after his failure. His wife did not
show any sympathy either-so unlike
her, too. She seemed to have enjoyed
herself thoroughly. Everything seemed
funny to her on the way home, where he
could see no fun at all. Her very laugh
grated on his ear for the first time.
Catch me making fool of myself
again in public!" he thought, but hedid
not cay so.
While he pat the horse In the stable
Mrs. Molly got the tea ready, an unusu-
ally good tea, and just the kind Of jelly
he liked best. In the evening she actu-
ally struck match TO light his pipe on
the stoop, and laughingly pulled his
curly hair.
what's the matter with you to-
night, Mollya don't see what tickles
you"
Il suppose it's the celebration that