Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1896-03-20
AFTER MANY DAYS.
~ MARY ArKrssoS

farm house where ne had come % re
cuperate after winter Of hard study
and already, as ne strolied along thi'
NOR ang, puhiag vigorously at his cigar
and 5emoiishing c!over-tops with biz
cane. be Is longing for his dinghy little
olie. and looking forward with some
akin 80 dsmay, % the two months Of
complete rest which his physician had
prescribed
~ ms respectable landiady were q
lihic l dfagon-ikc, or her pretty
niece shade iess unapfroachable" he
muuered, dise@nsolaieiy eBut by Jove,
this idyi d still life grows monotonous.
Its NOT bad. either, from an aesthetic
point OF view, he added, as he paused
On the brow Of the Hill.
And. IA truth, as pretty picture If
rural beauty as one could wish to see
las stretched al his feet The orchard
through which he had been strolhng
sloped down TO a meadow gemmed with
buttercups md blue.eyed quaker-ladies
and Ia the midst Of It, SET like pearl in
It's nest Of willow trees, was the white
springhouse where Miss Stanford's
famous butter was made, sweet and fra
grant as though It had caught the breath
Of all the apple blossoms and violets
with which It was surrounded.
A row of shining pals were rejecting
back the rays of the sun, and a girls
voice was ringing out in a quaint Scotch
ballad, rivaling the birds In its sweetness
and power.
Mr. Stuart listened for a moment with
a new interest on his face.
at is the pretty niece holding forth
down there | think J will go down
and scrape an acquaintance he said,
as he threw away his cigar
A pretty picture met his eye when he !
reached the door--a dark, cool place, |
where the pans stood deep in the cool +
spring water, and butter that riyaled in c
hue the buttercups without was piled on c
the white table
And just wh're a stray sunbeam I
touched lovingly her great braid of \
hair, bringing out all its hidden
gold, stood the genius of the place. 6
Never did high-born dame, playing at {
dairy work look more dainty and be- $
witching than this little country maiden y
with her sweet, piquant face and won il
deriul iong-lashed brown eyes.
Stuart had time to notice how soft and
limpled were the little brown hands !
which manipulated the golden rolls Of Il
,ut,er, giving each dainty impression
II vine, leaves and grapes, before she :,
ooked np and saw him standing there.
a visible look OF annoyance crossed
Ter face Stuart fastened 10 apologize. -
II fear intrude, Miss Slanwood but r
he fact is" he said, looking about for
n inspiration, and finding one--"the 81
act is, am very fond of buttermilk i,
nj as am very THIRSTY, | thought per-
APPS you would favor me with glass j.
eOh, certainly she said, carelcssly. IL
There IS q glass; please help Yourself" -
Now, II there was one thing more d.
IAN another that Guy Stuart detested,
was buttcrmilk, and though he filled
ie glass to the hrim, and mantulIy took
great gulp. be could not forbcar a
-imaee, whereai the brown eyes grew -.
light with laughter which rippled over
the sauey mouth
al am glad YOU .old me YOU like but
rmilk. M Stuart She said | am sure Nv
never would have guessed It from your e''
&C. / viii see that YOU are always '"s
pplied with q glass for your dinner" '''s
Stuart set down his glass and joined tn '.''
r. merry laugh, and after that they
re friends
This was the beginning, and the
luel was the old, old story-old and :,
q and sweet as life itself Guy Stuart ~,
ed away the whole bright summer, -.
iieh he. struggling young lawyer, 49,.
aid ~ afford to do. :,
And one autumn day he stood beneath
willows with a slim little form In his 49,
rs, and face with all the bright ,'
,om eed from the bright checks on ~.
breast
You will NOT forget me, Glare, my ~.
my sweetheart" he said, as he bent
r. her with face as white as her own
GU will wait for me while ! am work g..
70 make home for 20 ?" hao
II will not be who will forget" she IS,
/. lifting miserable fearless eyes to a,,i
ooh Guy, ho, will 80 on living the
hont Vou3 How will 90 back 10 the ,,itt