Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1896-09-16
SPELLED OFF,"
DY MAUpE MORRISON.

not the least DlG IN Inc Worlu! II
there was anything the matter with i'm
'twould be difFrent; but he's healthy
'nough youngun, for all kin see, "and
Aunt Marthy dropped the armfnl of
wood she had been carrying into the
box with thud that served to en-
phasize her disapproyal.
at hain't right that you should be
pomperin' of i'm up a-gettin' i'm to
sensiu' lis weakness; sides you'll hev
all you kin do to keep your own end
O. the traces irum clacain'," she add
ed sharply, MS she watched sary Ann
tying on her big gingham snn-bonnet.
"I done up the dishes ali right,
didn't I, Aunt Marthy? An the but
ter's worked up into balls to suit ye?
An I've gethered the cowslop greens
fer dinner. Is there anything more
that needs a.doin'?" asked the girl,
turning about and facing her aunt
with indignant eyes.
"No, the works did up all right,
sary Ann, faint that, it's tue PAM
perrin of i'm"
"Well, then, Aunt Marshy, ii there
hain't nothin' to keep me, I reckon
'twon't do no hurt if goes out an
gives Andy lift 18th them there tate
baskets; they're powerful heavy" said
Sary Ann, as she opened the door and
stepped out upon the SUNNY stoop.
Away off yonder lay the $500,
plowed fields, dark and loamy, with
patches of green June pasture land
between and n long stretch of leafy
woods beyond; and over oil, the sum-
smer sunlight. like q golden veil, drap-
ing the hills. {
"It's goin' to be the hottest day
we've he'd this summer, thought Sary
Ann, as her bare brown feet pressed
the withered grasses in the meadow
lot.
Not drop OF dew clung to the slen-
der blades, and the clover lay in fat-
tened masses close to the hot earth.
Not breath OF air stirred the elder
blossoms that dropped over the mossy
rails of the old fence.
Sary Ann could see, among the dis
tant brown burrows, q tiny blue OBJ
iect, and she knew that it was Andy,
toiling patiently over the potato
hills.
"Poor little feller!" she mused,
she amt fit fur to do it. Seems 8 if
he gifts peakedcr an peakeder ever
day. 1t most skeers mo to see how
white an ghosty he looks. This hot
SUMS jest a-meltin' of i'm up. He'd
get plum bushed, I reckon, if didn't
happen long, now an agiu, to spell
i'm off.
"Hello, there, Audy!" she cried,
as she camo nearer and could see how
very slowly the blue ginghan shirt
was creeping up and down the long
furrows.
"Are ye bushed? I'm comm to
spell ye!" and she took off her sun
bonnet and waved it cheerily. The
little fellow turned at the sound of her
voice, and looked eagerly over the
field. He took off his ragged straw
hat, and waved it to and fro in answer
to her welcome.
"No, 1 hain't bushcd, Sary Ann"
he answered, lifting his pale face to
her own, and smiling feebly, "but it's
awful hot.
"Yes, you look most roasted.
Here's come cool water I fetched ye;
mebbe you'd better wet your head
fore ye drink any, fur fear O. sun
strokin'. I'm goin' to drap awhile!"
"You're allus a-helpin' me, sary
Ann. hain't good fur much. am II"
he asked wistfully, his eyes full of
grateful tears.
'Never you mind! / reckon you
do 'nough, anyhow. You 60 an set
down a-spell on that stone under the
Eastwood shrub" and she gave him
gentle push in that direction.
Sary Ann brushed tear from her
light lashes, as she picked up the
heavy basket and began to drop. Up
and down, and up and down,
the long rows she went, her bare feet
sinking ankle-deep into the steaming
loan, stopping now and again to fill
her basket at tho big bags stationed
hero and their, throughout the field.
Away over to the other side she
could see Uncle Jerry and the red
oxen, and hear his voice as he urged
them along with the heavy drag.
"He'll git it all in afore sundown,
easy" she mused, as she shifted her bur-
den from one hand to the other, and
looked prospectively about her. "But
Andy hain't goin' to drap no more of
'em, if L kin help it. He's jest about
tuckeredl" and she glanced anxiously
over to the detected little heap under
the Eastwood shrub.