The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1895-04-28
A POINT OF KNUCKLIN DOWN.
BY ELLA HIGGINSON.
Author of 1.-THE Takin' in of Old Nj
Lane and other stories.


Copyright 1895. by $, S. Mcclure. Linn
Emarine went along the narrow hall
and passed through the open door. There
vas something in her carriage that sug-
gested stubbornness. Her small body had
natural backward sway. and the de.
clslon with which she set her heels upon
the hoor was almost ominous. She wore
Drown dress. A gray shawl folded
squarely' was drawn prim around her
shoulders. There was a little frir of
white, cheap lace at her thin throat fas-
tened in front with a cherry ribbon.
Heavy gold earrings. with long. shining
pendanIs, reached almost TO her Shout
oers: hey quivered and glittered with
irechles and the iightness with which
she drew her hair from her face and
Gfolleq 1t IN a sleek Knot at the back of
her head. Her hair was black and her
mother kept it brushed to the distressing
snIne OF japanese bellies tresses.
as tnarine passed through the door,
her mother followed her down the hall
from the kitchen. The house was old
ana two or three loose pieces in the
noorlng creaked as she stepped heavily
Upon them.
oh. oh. say. Emariner'
You get an bring home a dollars
''Well?" --
'An' a box O. ball blum. Mercy. child,
your dress skirt Says awfully in the
back. Why don't you run a tuck In ita'
Enarine turned her head over her
Snolider with a birdlil1e movement and
Pen bent backward, trying to see the Offend
Cant you pin it Up. maw?'
es, / guess; Have you got a pin?
AL my born daysi What are YOU a-doin'
with a red ribbon Oman your Uncle
Herndon not cold in his grave yet! a
fine spectiekle you'd make a-goin' the
length an the breadth O. the town with
that thing a-flarin' on you have TO
watch watch you like a two-yesr-old baby.
Now, you take it right of o. you; an
don't YOU let me ketch You a-puttin' il
on agin till a respect full time after he's
ben dead. never hear tell O. such
81 don't know what red ribbons got
TO do with Uncle Herndon bein' dead
said Emarine.
"Oh, you don't, aigh? Well. I do
You ac' as if you didn't have no feelin' -
Well goin' without a red ribbon won't
NO, it won't Emarine, what makes
you ac' so tantalizin'. anyhow? But I
guess it'll look little better. guess
The l.eish bors won't talk quite so much
You can see for yourself how they talk
about Ms Henspeter because she wore
a rose 70 church before her husband had
fer herself was that She liked ffow'rsS.
an didn't sense it 'u'd be any disrespect
TO her husband 10 wear 'en. They all
showed her n hurry what they thought
about it. She's got narrer borders on all
her han'kaahers, too, a'ready"'
why don't you stay away from such
people?" said Emarine- ''Old gossipsi
You know I don't care what the neigh
bors say-or think, either
well, I do You! get an take that red
"oh. I'll take it off if you want 1
sh'u'd." She unfilstened it deliberately
ard laid it on little table She had an
inc of oA5
and OF complying merely for the sake of
peace.
shoulders and crossed the porch.
'Emarine" Mrs. Endey lowered her
voice. ;.
who's that a-comin' over the hill
path7 I can't make out the dress. It
looks some like Mis- Grady. don't it?"
ouIvered closer together in an effort to
concentrate her vision on the approach
tng guest:
IN subdued, but irrascible tone. There
you goa lookjn' right square at her,
when I didn't want that she sh'u'd know
we saw heri It does seem to me some
times. .Emarine, that you amt got good
dTd just as soon she knew we saw
her. said Emarine, unnoved. ITS Miss
aOh. land O. goodness. That old stick
tight? She'll stay all day, f she stays.
washin' all out The line an she'll
tell the hull town we wear underclo's
made out O. unbleached muslin! Are you
sure rs her? 1t don't look much like her
'Yes. It's her.
'syNeII.. go on an stop an talk to 'er
SOS to give me chance to red up some.
Slor,t forget the ball blum, ETnsrine-"
Imarine went down the path and met
trees. whose buds were beginning to
Zoo GOOD mornin'. Miss Presly"
why good m mornin' binarli'e' your
7 thought rd. run down ar >. set
f,narine smiled family and was silent.
faint you goin' up town pretty early
fer wash-day2'
81 Sc see " You had beau out to church
i@ Em aisnei' face flushed; even her ears
st Vel III I guess he's real nice fella';
anyway, ETnarine; Mis- Grady was
ssy!n' she thought as how you,d Done
IN; LOT they live in. an he's got $500 in
the hank. l reckon he'll have to live with
the CT lady, though, when ne gus mar,
,-;ad They do say she's turrable hard
~ r;marine lifted her chin The gold PEN
dar IS glittered like diamao ?ffdSaa - mo
whuther she's hard to suit or easy, now.
Just knock at the front door, Miss pres
aob. I can go right around to the back.
inst g well. an save your NAV the trou-
HE a comm to the door If shes got
her washin' out. can stoop right unoer
u Wei Nc We we Ike to have our comp'ny
come 10 the front door,, said Enar1he'
= was a beautiful in early, spring. The
1al5ers and NAPLES along the nil were
x'ra ped in a reddish mist me saps
were mounting through deIcate VEINS.
Toresentlv the mist would quicken 70
naIS green as the young leaves unfoided,
b1f as vet everything seemed 70 be walt
tnas The brown earth had fresh, woody
x,59eu that caused the heart to thrill with
a one sense of ecStacy-of some uensnt
1ssn hidden and inexplicable. Pale law
,s,.s:e,. s.spriug beauties stood shyly, IN
groups or alone, in sheltered places aloIs
T1e path There was even, mere ann
t,era friIiurn-or white lily, as the chill
5ren called it-shiverIng on its slender
.. t-o There were old stumps, too. hol-
SIes-sd olt by long spent flames into rus
10 T1rns now leaped to their ragged
,:S,s with velvet moss. On fence near,
a r,eado1-lark was pouring out It's rev,
hut full and beaun1ul, notes OF passslol
Snd desire EInarine paused 10 listen.
Eer heart vibrated with exquisite pam
- the ravisnment Of regret in those
nq sssoun9s $ If he was sayin'-sweet--
,t,-s-veet-15ly heart is broken" she said;
ga then with a kind of shame of the
sentiment IN such a fancy, she. went on
briskly over. the hill. ger heeis ciicheo
sharply on the hard road
BEFORE she reached the long wooden
stairs that led from the. high plateau
do~rn 10 the one street of Oregon City,