The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1897-11-27

tlss was shading the sun from her purity
syss aAA The risin san ives just under
her fat little fingers and you a-curlsd
up nigh her. could 20 up q big house,
II need 30, and stay hours with an easy
nind :"
Mrs Martin sighed pondsrously and
1soksd = grain of dust from the mooth
surface of the picture. II was sorry
when the wind blowed the pink myrtle
tree down, Duke. cause We always call
I'd is Lisa's tree. The rising sun 10
packed away in the press right now It's
solors 10 ~ bright n when put it on
the gallery floor fer you and baby to
reap On, but you re a sight elder than
you was thsn, Duke, and / reckon shes
outgrowsd you along with lots Of other
things. It's eight years, Duks. soin on
nine, since give my Liza mp because
they all said had oHshtsr. With =
certain fierce regret she tapped the
smooth oval cheek Of the photograph
with her work roushsnsd Anger.
| We've done you wrong, Liza, We
can't never undo. We've sent you OF
and made lady Of You, and we hadn't
oughter done no such thing. It's her do
ms, all hers -
Mrs Martin shook her fist vindictivs
| ly in direction Of the governors man.
sion, whose cleaning white walls, sur
rounded by clustering gardens and or
chards, were just visible from where
she sat.
The odor Of scorching meat smote up
on her nostrils Duke lifted up his
voice in howl Of reproach. The din
nsr was burning up and no summons
had yet been sounded on the big bell.
She came back to the sordid require.
msnts Of the hour with violent start
that sent the remainder Of the beans,
pods and ALL into the pan like rattle
Of musketry.
Good God! It's higher / than 10.
That pictures got me all upset-plum'
outdone!
By way Of remedying the irremedi-
able, Mrs. Martin gave the bell pull
two or three startling, vigorous jerks
before proceeding to examine the incin-
Grated dinner.
Soon from out a cloud Of dust, amid
q mighty clatter of hoofs and trace
chains, to the discordant accompani-
ment Of yelping ours and kissing geese.
Manager Martins broad shoulders and
forid face appeared He was carrying
his coarse straw hat in his hand and
hopping his moist forehead with du.
bious bsndsna handkerchief
For the first time in her married life
Mrs. Martin regarded her husband crit.
ically.
How would he strike Liza"
Everything in her microcosm was he
ginning to revolve about that test ques.
ton. As he galloped past her point Of
view, conscientiously minded to see that
the brutes had their feed before he en-.
joyed his own, she challenged his atten.
ton by waving her blue cotton apron
vigorously at him
Don't stay long at the lot. Eben.
I'm in hurry for you. "
Across the clattsr of hoofs, the yelp-
ing of ours and kissing Of geese a clear.
wholesome laugh ioated to her
"You rung that bell like you was in
hurry. Consult the shadders.
She consulted the shadows Eben had
always told her when she had any
doubts about the harsh voiced clock that
had been her mentor for ID years to
consult the shadows about the roots of
two sentinel China trees that fanked
the front steps. If the shadows were
plumb round she was to ring The
shadows were slanting toward the cart.
cts the picture. IL got me all flus-
tered up"
With this apology for herself to her.
self she went inside and made ready for
"the old man" ana the boys with
great ado over her bone handled cutlery
and her heavy queensvare plates, all of
which suddenly inspired her with an
intense scorn Of their clumsy coarseness.
How would they strike Liza?'
With spiteful emphasis she smoothed
the wrinkles ont of tie red checkered
tablecloth that never had shown such
suspicious marks of hard usage as it did
today, looked at with her newborn dis
trust Of all her possessions. A few
grease spots, more or less, wouldn't
''feaze the old man" nor the boys, but
she shouldn t wonder if Liza had forgot
iiOW W Sds oh q ICN tdbiSSlOtu, ling
as not she was used to napkins every
day.
Her preparations were still incomplete
when Eben put his shining face through
the open window nearest to the roller
towel, which was just then in active
service.
''Short 'lowance of time for grub,
Becky. How come you to forget usf
Never knowed you do it before.
1--WE been f1ustersd all mornin, Eben
at least ever since Dan fetched the
mail home.
Mail? Anything wrong with
Strong?"
''Strong's all right, for anything /
know to the contrary. It's about Liza,
old man."
"Well?'
fro BE CONTINUED.