The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1892-06-29

handed In ner resignation 10 the truS-
tees, and disapps AIRED from the world at
the emo Of the month. At that period
she was seen entering village church,
where u simple marriage ceremony
changed her into Mrs. Jeffrey, the wife
OF a struggling farmer from the neigh
borhood. Miss Molly Ross had worked
five hours a day and rested on Satur-
days, Sundays, legal holidays and summer
vacation; Mrs. Jeffrey worked sixteen
hours day and knew of no Saturday
holidays, no Sunday rest, no summer
vacation. Miss Molly Ross had oashed
$40 month; Mrs. Jeffrey cashod just
$40 less. Still Mrs. Jeffrey was SUI
premely happy, even after a year OF
married Lie, and could not understand
how in The word she could have gotten
along as Molly Ross. What n great
difference loves makes, anyway! The
young couple were doing well, but they
had 10 work very hard. He toiled in
the fields and stable from sunrise till
sunset certain parts or the year; she
worke in the kitchen and dairy all day
long, all year round, and had breath
enough left to sing merrily at her work.
And she had the lovelisst color in her
cheeks, not due to cosmetics, but manu-
featured by the old reliable firm, Youth,
Health ana Kitchen fire.
1t was haymaking time on the farm
a busy warm time. The Fourth OF July,
the village celebration, and Mr. Jeffrey's
maiden speech were drawing close.
Dinner was over-dish- washing too
and Mrs. Molly now proceeded TO churn
butter. A buggy stopped at the gate;
an elderly gentleman, with gray whis-
kers and gold spectacles, came walking
up TO the house, and shook Mrs. Jeffrey's
outstretched hand on the doorstep,
where the lite lady, in her neat print
dress and white apron, had come to
= meet her unexpected visitor, one of her
former school trustees.
Il am SO glad to see you, Judge
Burns!" said her lips and her smile, and
she meant it. How are you and your
people? Take this rocking-cha
Il am sorry l can not stay, Mrs. jeff
rey; / am on my way to Pinelake on
business. Very warm day-the dust
nearly choked me-so l thought would
come and ask you fora drink out Of your
well, il you will allow me, Mrs. Jeffrey"
They were both standing by 1.-The old
oaken bucket" at the well, where the
Judge had enjoyed a cool drink.
Il am sorry Mr.. Jeffrey missed your
visit" said Mrs. Jeffrey. Il know he
would be delighted to have talk with
you. Could you not come in to tea on
your way back from Pinelake? Mr..
Jeffrey will be in then. We shall be SO
happy TO have you-and there will be
fresh buttermilk by that time. re-
member you were fond Of it.
Il saw Mr.. Jeffrey in the fields little
way off," the Judge remarked, with
smile. II do believe he was talking TO
the hay-stacks. / am nearly sure /
caught some scraps of an grafton. He
stood there, pitchfork in hand, before
row Of stacks. and harangued them: La
dies and gentlemen On this memorable
day. | knew he was practicing his
tourth OF July speech, and sympathized
with him, for l am in the same box.
For Mr.. Jeffrey it has Mt least the charm
of novelty; but wait until he has
served the same dish some fifteen or
twenty years; he will be pretty tired of
patriotic speeches by that time" He
smiled and she smiled.
He complains now already. | Of
fered to write that little speech for him,
but he declined.
Declined! Did he, really? Well, well.
Look here, Mrs. Jeffrey, let somebody
else have it, Ask me, for instance.
oh, Judge Burns; you are Joking"
Not at all, not at all, my dear mad
am never was more IN earnest. Do
let me have that speech, please! l am
willing to stoop down to pick up the
crumbs that fall from the rich mans
board-in this case. But remember, ii
must be short-fve minutes, and no
more.
Would it not be a capital ,oIe on Mr..
jeffrey the lady said, half -musingly.
Well Judge, | don't care if l write it,
for the fun Of the thing. You must not
tell him. though, before the Fourth of
July is ever. After the celebration you
may tell him whenever you like. =
Il can keep my peace ii you can, Mrs.
jeffrey. Will you write it while | go to
PinelakeP / might stop here on my re-
turn, in couple of hours, and get the
manuscript.
II could not possibly do that Bust
ness goes before pleasure, you know.
/ have my butter to churn.
Look here; suppose you let me
churn your butter while you write the
speech;"
The old gentleman was by this time
fairly interested in this novel trans
action He went to tie the horse and
buggy under shade tree, while think
ing by himself: There is plenty of
time, and it will be cooler TO drive in an
hour or so. Cunning is easy enough,
/ am sure; it's women's work. 1t won't
take me long It will be quite change,
too-varlatio delectat. 1t will be inter-