The Roanoke times. [volume] (Roanoke, Va.) 1890-1895, 1893-10-29
BARWELL'S MAID.

used to have several customers in
Silverado. 1t is only a pleasant ride out
from here in the beautiful summer
morning, long before the sun begins to
peep above the Sierras and when the
dawn is just beginning to break bright
and fair, as dawn never does show any
where except in this semitropical cline.
The road to Silverado is bordered on
both sides with long rows of pepper
trees. Now, other fellows may have
different taste in trees, but for me there
never was anything in trees 80 pretty as
a row of peppers, with branches looking
down like the eyes of modest girl when
she sees her lover coming along the road
and the first CLINT of day creeping
through them and making little gold
paths in them till you don't know
whether the tree itself is green or vel
low, and the morning breezes blowing
through them till they ripple and shine
all over as if they were laughing.
There never was anything else SO like
pretty woman with smile on her face
as those pepper trees in the morning
with the wind blowing over them-that
kind of a smile that creeps over the face
i'll soft, lazy way and laughs in the
eyes and hides away in the waves of hair.
used to think that the pepper trees
were what made me like to drive my
milk wagon out to Silverado. But that
was before had seen the little maid at
Barwell's.
Barwell's was a boarding house. Sill
verado was kind of health resort, and
| people used to come from the east and
| go out there winters and board at Bar
| wells. Maybe it did their health good,
| but 1 don't think Barwell's ever i'm
proved the health of the little maid very
much. If it did, she must have been a
| sight to behold before she came.
The first time I saw her she came out
with the milk can. Usually it stool on
the stoop waiting to be filled, and
would pour in the milk and leave it
standing there for the first servant who
was up to come out and get it. But this
time it seemed to have been forgotten,
and the little maid had crept out in the
early dawn to bring it and stood SILVER
ing i'll the morning chill for the dawn of
n semltropic morning near the sea is not
warm, however the mind may tend to
romance concerning its balminess. And
she was such very little maid could
scarcely see her on the other side Of the
milk can and thought at first that the
can had just taken notion to walk out
alone and get itself filled.
"Hello" said.
| Eyes," she replied, quite as @ matter
of course And then saw what very
thin and white little maid it was.
where did you come from?"
If you please, I'm Mrs. Barwell's girl.
l work for my keep"
Now, did not please in the least.
should have preferred, if she must be
anybody's girl, that it should be any one
else in the world whom had ever seen.
And as for the "keep," if there is any
proof IN looks. it must have been very
small.
| CHANGED to h3 Il big orange in nv
wagon that some one on my drive, who
had an orange orchard, had given me.
threw it to her when had filed the can.
She caught it eagerly, and when l looked
back as drove off saw her going up
the walk with the orange pressed up
close to her mouth. After that never
forgot to have an orange, or nectarine,
or some apricots in my wagon when
stopped at Barwell's. Sometimes the
milk can would be on the stoop, and l
would not see the little maid for several
days, but when l did see her again l
would give her all the good things that
had accumulated in my wagon since the
last time saw her. And good things
had way Of accommodating very rapidly
at that time
Once when Mrs Barwell happened to
be up early to get picnic party success
fully off her hands | saw her seize the
little maid and drag her into the kitchen.
And l thought she struck her Just as the
door was closing. l grew hot all over
and thought savagely that if Mrs. Bar
we'll had been man should have called
her out. AS it was, l had a fancy that it
would do me good to get out and assault
Mrs. Barwells kitchen door and fling
my opinion at her gratuitously and forci-
bly,.
But neither course seemed quite feas-
IDLE. lpicked up my whip furiously and
looked around for something to lay it
onto. AS could see nothing available
for that purpose but my patient, good
tempered horse, who never gave me the
slightest excuse for savagery, put it
down again with resolution to make
things more even some day, though it
never entered my ridiculous head in what
particular way could accomplish the
leveling process. But the little maid got
a whole apronful of the incest peaches
and nectarines and pomegranates in the
market the next morning when stopped
fo 6a1ivar tha mill