People's voice. [volume] (Wellington, Sumner County, Kansas) 1890-1917, 1893-06-30

Il M this mornin',
sir. Would
you keer to come along"
Dea Stones stout little horse and
rocmy carriage stood before the farm
house gate, and as he addressed me Mrs.
Stone appearedin the low doorway and,
herround face beaming good-naturedly,
declared that ride, as the morning was
so fine, would do you jest power
O. good" l needed very little urging,
and was soon comfortably seated by
my genial host, driving swiftly along
the woody road.
How delightful to a weary, broken
down man is the fresh, fair country.
Already felt at home with these folk,
though the week had not yet passed
since came among them in obedience
to the doctors peremptory command
Careful nursing, good food, and, bestof
all, the warm. personal interest that
the deacon and his wife took in my
well-being, had ''set me up wonderful
ly," as the saying goes. Sweet with
the breath of summer, warm winds
swept past us over waving meadows
and sunny hillsides, thrushes futed
from the. heart of distant trees, and
farmhouses here and there CLEANED
Whitley in The sunshine as we few past
them and followed the old road, wind
ing
As old roads will,
Here TO q farmhouse
And there 10 a mill,
till suddenly, at the turning of way
side lane, the deacon drew rain, and
waited for the woman and little child
coming along it, a look of pleasure
lighting up his honest, gray eyes.
"Hullo, Huldy!" he shouted, cheer
lily, "how air We? Amos, too, is gittin'
putty spry, amt he?"
Her laughing reply came back to US,
and picking up the child, boy of some
two or three summers, she came for
ward to shake hands with the deacon,
and l was accordingly presented to
Mis- Cones"
Such pretty picture of womanhood!
A supple, young figure, in close-ftting,
blue cotton dress, with snowy kerr
chief clasping the firm, white throat,
and the soft light falling family
through those close, green leaves upon
the masses of gold-brown hair that
crowned her well poised head, and the
little curls straying idly across her
broad, low brow. One arm was thrown
about the little chap, who nestled close
to her rounded chin, his yellow curls
stirred slightly by the breezes and a
rosy thumb in his wee mouth. How
her dark eyes lighted up and the sem
sitive lips smiled on him, as with the
look of shy bird, safe on his mothers
tender breast, he watched us.
''Ef JEFF wants to see the fines thing
out yit, he had better jist pack you an
mar, an Amos, enter that new kerridge
of his'n an drive over to my place. l
got the fines mowin' machine fer miles
roun', Hubby, en- mind We don't furgit
to tell him." the deacon said to her.
Smilingly she promised, when the dea-
con interrupted her. You amt one to
furgit the road to Stones farm, air We,
Huldy?" he questioned, in evidently
such a teasing manner that the rich red
flooded royalty her round, smooth
cheeks.
mo" and she looked up frankly at
him. you were always our best friend
in those days, deacon" she answered
with such sweet simplicity that the old
mans face grew bright with pleasure
as he watched her. 4tkf
wal wal, We know l allus did have
an awful soft sort of a spot in my old
heart for the gals" and he laughed in
satisfied manner. Then after a few
inquiries regarding ''the folks" on
both sides, and the hope expressed that
she would be ''over to Mendham for the