The Dakota chief. (Gann Valley, Buffalo County, S.D.) 18??-1913, 1894-10-11

JOY c can. I'll try. any way"
\ week afterward. .luliana Joyce
shrilly hailed the tinware pedlcr
who Travelled from town to town
along that remote locality, and who
had just come from Callikoon Center.
''fIcy, Dick Peppercorn." said she.
How do the shirt hands like the
factory 'shuttin' down till Hal Had
don gets back:'
Il amt in 10 position to edge"
answered the tinman, 'scein as it
amt shet GOWN
Not >hct down" almost screamed
Juliana. why. who's a runin' it:
IT can't hc I}enhadcd Jenkins,
cause"
Its Mrs. Hal iIaddon," said Pep
percorn.
",iit out. You're a-foolin' me-
I'm a speakin' gospel truth and
nothin' else" protested Mr.. Pepper
corn. ''>hc keeps the books, and
gives ont the material, and sees TO
packin' the order boxes. and she
checks of the time. and she est
sets there at the desk all day Ling.
like a cat a-watchin' Il mouse hole.
And ole Bill Boon, the cutter, he al
lows she's a better manager and a
quicker hand at figures than Harry
himself. And that's saying pretty
considerable"
"Well, do - declare - for't.'
slowly uttered Juliana joyce. "a
didn't think it was in her, But she
can't keep it up long. She amt used
to that sort OF thing"
Don't know about that grunted
the tlnman, as he packed a bunch OF
dlppcr>e where the wheel.tires should
not >lattct them with mud. shes
got an amazin sight Of grit"
Old Peppercorn was right. Mrs.
Harry lladdon had found her level at
last. Late and early she was at her
post
1t would he a sorry homecoming
for Hail., " she thought ITO lind the
factory shut up and his bread winner
gone. don't pretend t. he a bust.
ness woman. but | believe that / have
some common sense. and l can surely
accomplish what any other woman
vas expected to do"
Nevertheless a strange sensation Il
Loneliness came over her on Christ
mas Eve. when she sat alone by the
blazing logs on the hearth of the old
farmhouse
"Ain't we to have any Christmas,
Mrs. Haddon:' Hannah, the hire1
girl had asked. with an aggrieved
,ountenauce, and the young wife had
answered cheeriully,-
''jf course, Hannah. But the
turkey must be the very smallest in
the yard, and one little mince pie
will do for YOU and me. III put Il
few >prigs Of the mistletoe that
Johnnv barton brought me from
Callikoon swamp and W. won't let
the blessed day pass without some
good cheer. lonely though we are"
Poor dear" thought Hannah,
thoughtfully regarding her young
mistress pale face. Its pretty hard
on her to be alone on this day Of all
others"
Z She was boiling down Il kettle Of
cider apple iii :he kitchen,
when Il chime If sleigh bells sounded
as far Us the front door and then
stopped.
You 20 to the door, please, Mrs.
HaddOn," she called out. i've got
my app.c sass a-bilin' away ike all
creation, and ttIl be sart'in sure to
scorch if l leave it a second now. |
guess likely its licuty Martin come
Tor the pumpkins you promised him 4"
Slowly Mrs Hal withdrew the
frosty bolts. that clicked beneath her
touch, and turned the key in the big,
foot-Suuare lock.
There, outlined against the bla X
blue heavens, rode a beautiful young
moon, in>tin t with orange light
All around it lay the white winter
world, an GA the step-the realiza-
liou OF all her hopes and Dreams
stood a tall. muJ.cd figure, with
shining eyes
lily. My Lily"
'"Ilai."'
Did she FAINT No surely nOt:and
vet the iirst She knew she was having
on the sofa in front OF the re, With
ila', dear, te"der face bending vel
her.
II dreamed all this last night
size murnur d-'ull-ali. And now
Il has c me true"
Harry liadIon lad taken advantage
OF a sudden and uulOohed.Ior i'm
ptovencut in his fathers condition.
and hai t:aye. d night and day the
.JolIer to reach Lily.
"lou see, She ~a.G, when she had
told him the wnole story of her work
in the shit factory, Il simply fell
back on practic1. good sense. Even
Ju.lana Joyce could have done no
more t!au that"