Walker Lake bulletin. (Hawthorne, Nev.) 1883-1926, 1892-11-02

Well might she be tired! 1t was
new to her to be caressed to have ten
der hands lead her to her room and
loosen her dress, a tender voice coax
her to lie down.
Now, will darken the window"
Daisy said, "and you are to rest. Sleep,
If you can, until dinner time"
But, Daisy, you can not make the
dinner"
Il will try" was the quick reply and
Aunt Mary submitted.
Washing potatoes, Smelling peas, fry
ing ham, making coffee, all allowed
thought to be busy, and Daisy, sigh
ingly.p put away some of her day dreams
over her homely tasks.
81 can not be a lady" she thought,
land John won't be gentleman, but
| will try to pay my share of the
debts"
She had taken off her flounces and
hat and put on a plain dress and large
check apron before she began to work,
and she was rather astonished. as her
kitchen duties progressed, to find her
self happier than she had been since
she returned home.
When John came to dinner he was
astonished to find Aunt Mary "quite
dressed up" as she bushingly said, in
clean print dress and white apron,
her dear old face showing no sign of
heat or WEAKNESS, while Daisy with
added bloom and bare white arms, was
carrying in the dinner.
The new girl at your service she
said, saucily, as she pulled down her
sleeves. DINNER is ready, sir"
But her lips quivered as he bent
over her and whispered
God bless you, dear! Forgive me
IL was too hasty this morning."
1t was II merry meal. They made o
play that was more than half earnest
of Aunt Mary's being great lady who
was to be waited upon, and not al
lowed to rise from the table upon any
consideration. Dinner over, John re-
turned to his blowing, and Aunt Mary,
firmly refusing to sit in idleness, was
allowed to wash cups and saucers
while Daisy made short work of pots
and pans.
John said but little as the days wore
on and still found Daisy at her post.
1t was not in the nature of things for
Aunt Mary to sit with folded hands,
but it became Daisy's task to inaug-
urate daily maps, to see that only the
light work came to the older hands, to
make daily work less of toll and
more pleasure.
The young girl herself was surprised
to find how much she enjoyed the life
that had seemed to her mere drudgery.
With younger hands to carry on the
domestic affairs, they ceased to engross
every hour of the day, and John en-
couraged Daisy in making use of the
stiff, shut-up parlor as daily sitting
room. A pair of muslin curtains at
each window were skilfully draped to
| keep out the flies, the comfortable re-
signed its gay vase of stiff, artificial
flowers and stand of wax fruit, to make
| room for two dainty work baskets for
afternoon work and the periodicals
John took in.
Over the shiny horse-hair sofa and
chairs pretty bits of embroidery were
draped, and fresh flowers were sup
piled each day. Aunt Mary's caps,
collars, and aprons were adjusted to
suit the new order of things, and the
easiest of chairs stood ever ready for
her resting time.
John, bringing to his task the same
will and brains that had carried him
through college, was inaugurating a
new order of affairs on the farm, and
made the work pay well.
Once more came June day, when
Daisy sat in the fields, and John stood
leaning against the fence beside her.
Four years of earnest, loving work
had left traces upon both young faces,
ennobling them, and yet leaving to
them all the glad content that rewards
well doing.
Many hours of self-denial both had
met bravNy; many deprivations both
had borne well. Daisy wore black
dress, and upon the hat in Johns hand
was deep band of crepe, but through
a sadness in their voices there yet rang
a tone of happiness.
You love me, Daisyp" John had
said to her.
"When have not loved youP' she
softly answered.
And you will be my wife? Dar-
ling, | have long loved you, but after
Aunt Mary was struck down with
paralysis would not ask you to take
up new duties. Now she needs you no
longer, and you shall leave the farm
whenever you wish"
leave the farm! Oh. John must
We leave itP thought it was yours
now"
$50 it is"
And you have made it so beautiful,
as well as protitable Oh, John why
must we leave itp"
"Only because | thought it was your
wish, my darling"
ut would break my heart to go away.
love my home"
And John, taking the little figure in
to a close embrace. wondered if any
city could produce Il sweeter, dainter
little lady than the one he held in his
arms. HOme Queen.
Confusion of Tongues.