The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1899-08-16
CHANGED His Mind.


sent to the match, You know as well
as do that DoEy's no ut wife for our
VIII; she never could manage here, new
er. VIII knows that well, too. but boys
VIII, make fools Of themselves. wish
to goodness we'd never asked Sister An
ME 20 let her girl spend the summer with
us, but ] thougte as how Il would chir-
rup you bit TO have young person
about the house. what's she good for,
anyhoE? Nothing, nothing, / tell you.
but to play the pianer and ride her bike
with those indecent short skirts on, and
to laugh and talk and hum tunes around
the house. Those qualities don't go far
in her favor to keep up concern IKE
this, and I tell you won't. have 1t.
VIII II have to give up the notion OF ever
marryin' her." This from Squire Thurs
ton, one of the weaithiest farmers In tue
vicinity of CooIspring.
But" remarked his patient wife, "shs
Is so kind and thoughtful. and tries her
best to help, and she's so like her poor,
dear mother"
IT tell you that't got nothing to do
with the question; don't want him 20
marry her, and he won't, neither. There's
Nell Higgins, she's one of the spriest
gals IN the village and sings In the choir.
She's what I call good manager, and
she's just crazy after VIII. too. I'd just
like to see VIII get Nell; she'll make
fine housekeeper, but as to Dolly, won't
hear to IT.
Just then the door opened and the sub
ject OF the sources ill-humor walked into
the room, hunsning the tune Of popular
air and keeping time to the music by
swaying q bunch Of roses which she had
just cut
why, uncle, what makes you look so
out Of sorts this morning? o, It's so
lovely out, and I've Just been down to
the meadow, where VIII is cutting the
grass, and promised to bring him some
lemonade. I'll make It right now. No,
auntie, don't you get up; I'll make II
myself" and she went out to the kitchen
thinking: THE dear boy. he'll like 1t SO
much better when tell him I made 1t
myself. Yes, do love him, dearly, and
it'll be so hard for me to leave the dear
old farm and go back to the stuffy city"
and she hastily brushed away a tear.
but then, 1 know I'm not cut out for
farmers wife. o. dear! know dear
Will loves me, though, for ne told me
so often. but his father will never con-
sent; he's so set, and so fond OF Will,
too"
Having made the lemonade. she trip
ped through the fields down to the mea-
dow, where Will was busy. But what a
sightI There at the other end Of the
field were the horses and the cutting ma
chine, but where was VIII? Running on
ward, she saw that he was lying among
the knives Of the machine. The noble
horses had stopped on feeling the lines
jerk, else he would HAYES been terribly
mangled. As II was. he had been over
come by sunstroke and had fallen into
the machine, hurting his head badly.
Quick as thought she was at his side,
after shouting to some men In an adj
joining field to come to her assistance,
and they lifted him from the machine
and into the shade of some trees near by.
Telling one of the men to go for doc
tor and another to the house for assist
ance,s she held the ice from the pitcher
of lemonade to his head and mopped HIS
brow with her own pretty handkerchief
dipped into the acid fluid.
When he was carried back to the house,
It was she who, with q cool head, gave
orders in all directions, quieting his moth
er and bidding his father to do less fls-
sing about the matter, or, IL he wanted
to talk, to go somewhere whence his
voice could not reach the sick room. It
was she who watched by Wills bedside
day and night and nursed him through
his long sickness. It was she, In short,
who unconsciously took the reins OF the
household into her own hands, and every
one came and went as Dolly said.
But one morning Dolly came into the
brealxfast-room looking sad, and With an
open letter in her hand. Her mother
thought 1t was high time she was coming
home again, and wanted her to take the
train the next day.
How was 1t she so hated to leave the
dear old place? will was better now and
able to be arouhd again. But OF course
she must go back again, her vacation
was over now, and she would bid good
by to the dear fields and the sunny fiow-
ers, ana all that she loved 30 we'll. But
her reverle was here broken by her uncle
taking her hand in his.
Dolly, you don't want to 80 away and
leave as, do you? We can't let you go;
the old place wouldn't be the same with
out your pretty face to brighten things
up. VIII, you can surely persuade her to
stay"
Dolly blushed. ''But, uncle, L"
''I nothing: theE my boy" as he kissed
her forehead and put her hands into
Wills, well keep her with u.s." And
in an aside to his wife. ST guess she can
manage here all right, Maria; she can
manage me, anyway."-Boston Post.