The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1896-04-23
ASKED FOR BUTTERMILK.
the Weary Waiter Lived Over Agai'
the JOYS of the Farm.

Lnt Joys VI VIC a. i'
lows the buttermilll?" asked tho,
man; and the weary waiter looked
snnui he felt as he answered.:
burned fresh every hour"
Yell, now, give me a glass from the
hour, and let her be full" said the
man. Then he unfolded the mid
Il edition, smiling as if memories
nted him, and never seeing a line of
be black type which tried to startle
humanity. He was thinking of
ermilk fresh from the churn, and
big, staring headlines were as blank
n before him. The weary waiter
irbed his reveries.
all out, sir"
. said the sir" as one who follows a
mt form, and meant nothing by it.
I'm sorry," said the tired man, talk
coffee and sandwich--of course
still conjuring up pictures of the
try.
reat thing when you're tired" said
milling, and looking past the weary
er and the coffee urn, and the blank
beyond. La! l can hear the soft
of the churn dasher yet when the
er is coming. Gets lighter then,
splashes inside, and the yellow
S wash down from the hollows in
lid, and you hit twice half way az 2.
clear down, and-butter' come. p
e weary waiter smiled without re-
NC his stare at the street, silent j.
light darkness.
nd they put the buttermilk down in
ipringhouse in a great big jar, and
water swishes around it, and there's
ard on top, with a stone to keep it
a. And Sunday morning you curry
. horses and turn them out on the
r pasture, and dive off the bank in
liver and take wash, and put on
, an hickory shirt and your Sunday
les, and lay down in the shade OF
apple tree in the long, soft grass
catch the wind from the woods and
? music of the COW bells far away
r then you think of the buttermilk.'
- hats right said the weary waiter
e rearranged the sugar bowl and
n holder.
nd you go down and dip it up will
j., tin cup, and drink it in great bis
lows, and the other boys come il
we all sit there and drink and tail
.e tough times we are having, ant
Ter about the girls, and josh eacl
about going home with then
{ injecting, and after while dinner il
. +, and we go in and eat friet
en- and mashed potatoes, and bis
and custard pie"
man," said the weary waiter, fer
) ".
nd then again along in the after
y y resumed the tiIed man, 1--WE ge
e here when the sun is down, and w,
a another cupful, and the whippoor
h S booming from some place up il
~ .ouds, and the katydid is telling o
. lrost just six weeks ahead, and tn
are standing along the barnyar,
N with the smell of fresh milk il
d below air, and the tin cup has vel
hecks all over the sides, and we fl
= ain and drink"
: in the harvest field" said tn
s h waiter.
; les, when the women folks send
;, b a jug, with a slab of ginger brea
e long forenoon, and we take grea
" lows"
u nd sweat"
y md sweat, and buckle down wit
S cradle and the rake, and set up
n k to shade the buttermilk-"
e nd rain comes up, and we run fc
: barn" The weary waiter stoo
t, and smiled delightedly.
III. yes. All, yes! That was lif
+ all"
he tired man took his check to til
and waited outside for an owl ca
a ONE along; but all the time he we
king of that mellow nectar, whic
8 giles the acids and sweets of rur;
acy, and all the tired insistence {
ojourney home could not impress IL
Is hOpelessness upon him.-Wasl
Don Star