Santa Fe new Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1898-1951, 1899-06-02
BEN'S DIPLOMACY.

BEN'S DIPLOMACY.
She stood on the back veranda max
ing up the butter. The sleeves of her
blue print gown were rolled up past
her elbows, and her hands were yet
swollen and red from the scalding and
chilling process.
Suddenly there came a sharp knock
ing at the hall door, and a tall, stern
featured woman thrust her head through
the bathroom window, which looked
out on the back veranda.
"There's some one at the door, Bes-
sie," she said, and her whisper could
have reached to the house front.
The girl hurried along the narrow
passage, unrolling her right sleeve as
she went, which was the one to be pre-
sented when the door should be opened.
GOOD morning" she said as creme
ly as could be expected from one whose
hopes had been raised by a shadow on a
frosted pane and shattered by the open
ing Of the door.
Good morning" said the man at
the doorstep, and his eyes smiled
crookedwise at the knooker, which was
the exact spot where her face was, ao-
cording to his focus. GOOD morning.
IL thought maybe you'd like some
peas. They're quite young and fresh.
and I've just pulled them"
"We've just got some, !" said the girl.
"John always comes on a Saturday."
II thought maybe you'd have them"
said the young man to the knocker,
"but p'raps you'd rather have flowers"
The door was jerked back, and anoth-
er face appeared above the girls shout
der. The young man moved his eyes to
a hole that had been made for a latch
key.
GOOD morning, Mrs. Stuart" he
said eagerly. "I-I just looked round
to see if Miss Bessie wouldn't like some
fresh young peas. l had a good crop Of
'em this time"
"Why, Of course Bessie will" said
Mrs. Stuart, land she's very much
obliged to you for 'em. Aren't you Bes-
sie?"
Eyes, mother, " she said, but the
words seemed to come from behind shut
teeth.
"What are you going to do with your
self on Sunday, Benz asked Mrs. Stu
art.
II reckon I'm just going to stay at
home by myself" said the young man,
but an anxious shading stole into his
smile.
"You might as we'll drop in and take
a cup Of tea with u.s., Bessie and I will
be alone" said Mrs. Stuart, her natural
grimness climbing over her ~blandness.
"Thanks, - he said, with alaority; II
don't mind il I do"
When the hall door was closed, the
two women took their way to the back
veranda.
II don't want his peas" Bessie said.
II hate Them"
"No, you don't" said her stepmoth-
or in her clear cut voice. "You want
'em, and you're going to take 'em, and
you're going to behave civil to him
when he comes on Sunday"
"I'm not" said the girl, but weak
ness streaked her voice.
Don't be a ninny," said her moth
or. "You'll have him when you're ask
ed. And young Maoalister's gone to
Western Australia"
Sunday was ushered in with the sing
ing Of locusts. A cloudless blue sky
dropped down from the heights to the
horizon, and a hillside Of grim gums
stood stark, as if benumbed by the null
titude Of voices filling the air.
Bessie put on a white muslin gown
and walked with her mother to church.
Her hat was broad brimmed and deep
down over her face, the lace touches Of
her gown and headgear seeming to be-
long tosber as the petals do to a rose.
Ben Stevens watched her through the
service, his eve hiding the secret Of
his truanoy that his half turned head
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afterward-that little cold girl separat.
ed from him by Mrs. Stuart and a
whole wide world Of indifference.
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