The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1898-03-18
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"a regular Amazon" said George
Haven, Struggling his shoulders. ON
the very top of a load of hay, with
straw hat pulled down over her eyes
and a pitchfork in her hands,"
"Now, George" cried out Mary Haven,
"you are talking arrant nonsense"
"A man must believe his Senses"
said George. II asked for Miss Joce-
lyn, and the ancient beldame who was
shelling peas by the kitchen window
pon Led one skinny forefnger across the
fields, and answered, There she is,
a-gettin' in the hay. They all stirs
around lively in these parts when
there's a shower comm up. You'll find
her If you goes across the fields.'"
And you?" questioned Mary.
Mr. Haven smiled ironically.
"I?" said he. you must bear in
mind that l was looking for a young
lady, not for a farm boys assistant;
so just turned round and came home"
But there must be some mstake!"
cried out impetuous Mary. "My Ellice
Jocelyn is a princess among women,
tall and slender and graceful,who plays
the harp and writes delicious trans
cendental essays"
"There was neither harp nor writing
desk on top of that load of hay" said
George, very decidedly. "And pray,
Mary, don't be offended but / am
rather disenchanted with your rustic
bellies after my afternoons experience.
Reach me a cigar please, and don't let
anyone disturb me for a while; there S
a daring!"
Mary Haven obeyed. Was not George
newly arrived from India, a very shah
and sultan among men, to be waited
on and humored in his every caprice?
But while she found the cigar case,
handed the newspaper and regulated
the exact fall of the curtain folds when
should be most agreeable to her
brothers optical partialities, she puz-
zled her brain as to how and why and
wherefore this little plan of hers FOR
an instant attachment between George
and Ellice Jocelyn had thus come to an
untimely standstlll.
Its the most unaccountable thing in
the world" said Mary to herself II
think I'll go over and see what it all
means"
Low and long, with gabled fronts
and bay windows, all wreathed about
with trumpet creepers and blue-cupped
convolvulus vines, the Jocelyn farm
house stretched itself out under the
trees, with Ellice's hammock swinging
in the porch and Ellice herself posed
like a woodland nymph.
She was certainly very pretty, this
fair haired blonde, with the complexion
of sea-shell pink, the china blue eyes
the dimples on cheek and chin, the mus
lin dress that looked as if it might have
been Just taken out CT the windows OF
a Regent street modiste--and she came
forward cool and composed to NEE
Miss Haven, as if the June sun were
not blazing overhead and the thermom'
eter in the porch did not stand at 81
degrees in the shade.
so glad to see you deari" said Miss
Jocelyn, with the princess air which
seemed to sit so naturally on her.
Dear Fllice," said Mary, plunginf
precipitately into her subject, "whert
have you been ell the morning?"
Where have 1 been?'
believe me, I am not asking from
mere curiosity" pleaded Mary. g.
have reason. You will answer,
know"
Certainly! Why shouldn't II" sait
the Serene One, lifting her colder
brows the sixteenth part of an inch
Let me see--I was in the glen, sketch
ing the beautiful messy boulders b!
the spring, until the shower came up
and then sat in my own room anC
wrote few letters"
"Then 1t couldn't have been you, af
ter all" bluntly calculated Mary.
What couldn't have been me?"
1.-THE girl with the pitchfork on th
of the load of hay"
ID then, laughing heartily at he
~ luncer, Mary related the morning
adventure of her brother.
''It must have been Una" said Ellie
Jocelyn, with slight shadow of an
noyance upon her smooth brow.
Una! The little sister who has jus
returned from boarding school?"
Miss Jocelyn inclined her head.
There is no end 10 that child
pranks." said she impatiently. "An
papa INDUCES her is everything. Dear
dear! l hope your brother wasn't YER
much shocked?"
TIN afraid he was,' said truthfu
Mary. He supposed it was you, G
course. And he said you were a regu
lar Amazon, and that he didn't car
to make the acquaintance of farr
Fllice clasped her hands together 1
n a sylph like despair
u "I.'s enough to drive one frantic,
" said she.
And in the same moment a brow
checked damsel, with chestnut curl
tangled around her neck and a prett
brown cambric dress, burst into til
room Ike beam of sunshine.
1T isn't true!" said she defiantly
I'm not an Amazon, and nobody ha
any business to call me farm boy
assistant"
"Una!' softly pleaded Ellice, llftin
her white palms as if to ward off tn
sudden gIst of breezy defiance.
And tie hay would have been spoi
ed if / hadn't helped to get it in, an
poor old Latty would have been dis
charged fer forgetting; and, beside
wasn't Mud Miller. in the poem,
haymaker' And did anyone dare I
criticise hr?"
II am sure-" mildly commence
Miss Haven.
"Oh, don't make any apologies!
said little Una, with her retrousse nos
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