The Newtown bee., 1900-11-02

for he.. and nice for me, and we'd try to make 1t as easy for you as we could.''
 Ru tn fushed. 'sThat swamp ought to be cut, she said slowly. ''I tried to get somebody to do 1t two years ago, but couldn't"
 "I've got to go to the village this fore noon; s'posing you let me telephone to your brother that you'll stay, and for him to bring your things when he
 Cynthia put in her plea. "You said your brother's wife's sister was coming for long visit, 50 they won't need you
 "You think 1t over till I'm ready to go," Enos said, and by that time Ruth had decided to say.
 ''It does me good to hear you two a.talking and laughing a. come through the shed to the house," Enos declared. It was raging.
 "And it does you good not to have to be doing women's work all the time, too, I euesa," Cynthia said.
 Enos laughed comfortably, glancinR about him at the cheerful room. ''I be- gin to suspect that the women's work did want morn quarter done," he re- ] turned. Then his eyes fell on the wood- box, piled high with wood, and set ex. pression came into his face. He said nothing then, but the next morning aa he stood ready to go to his chopping,. af: 1 ter shoveling out the paths, he remarked in any more. wood. Perhaps ain't made myself understood bef0re." The hot color rushed to her cheeks, and | for several seconds they look at each l other, she defiant, he with unmoved face, except for the hint of a twinkle in his eyes.
 "You mustn't mind Enos," his sister apologizsd after he had gone out. ''He's pretty masterful sometimes, but he doesn't mean anything out of the way.'
 five been wondering what he would Ruth sad. i've half mind to do it, Cynthia laughed. "He'd be pretty mad, I suppose, but don't imagine he would do anything very alarming. He'd maybe nail up the woodshed door, or put | lock on 1t. I never try to cross him somehow, but shouldn't be afraid o1 any personal violence"
 "Oh, no!' Ruth smiled at the idea. "1 can'G imagine him hurting anybody, but we'll. guess won't make him any mad. der.'
 440 0Sgo Gu0 9ou0 way 1OOUb A00k Auk out the washing" she went on. 'I've always been in the habit of doing 1t, but he insists that in winter after woman has got into a precipitation over the steaming tubs, she ought not to hang out the clothes. It makes me ashamed to let him do 1t, but he puts on that com manding tone and look, and somehow I let him have his own way" and she gave 8 helpless laugh
 "Enos Wright, I'm going back to my brothers tomorrow P Ruth's voice was decided. "I've stayed and stayed, and you and Cynthia have encouraged me in 1t. till now 1t is April. You've got your wood all carted up, and Cynthia is feel ing better than for long time, and - I'm going.''
 Well, if you must, will carry you over, Enos said.
 Cynthia watched them the next after noon as they drove out of tho yard. She had to wipe away tears in order to see them. ''I wish Enos could marry her,, she said to herself with a quivering sigh. 'But don't suppose such an idea ever entered either of their heads. And I both so set."
 Eaos and Ruth drove for some distance in silence, Ruth with her face averted.
 1T want to pay you now," Enos said, clearing his throat. five inquired around to find out what folks charge, and have put as much more with 1t, and even so I'm ashamed to offer you so little.' 5 He had taken roll of bills from his pocket-book and held them toward her. She turned flushed face toward him and put her hands behind her. "Enos Wright, how dare you offer me money ?' "Why shouldn't IF" he retorted. "I asked you to stay through the winter. You didn't think expected you to do 1t for nothing?"
 ''I never thought of being paid for 1t. have regarded it as visit. It has been the happiest winter ever had in my life anybody would be happy with Cynthia and it's my old home. And I haven't worked hard, either."
 "Haven't worked hard Humph Amt you done the biggest part of the house. work, and tied comforters, and sewed rugs, and mended up everything, and then, to crown all, gone and cleaned the whole house from garrett to cellar?- haven't worked! I like that!''
 Ut hasn't seemed hard. And won't take your money-and you can't make me, there !'
 "You've either got to take that,-or something else I've got In my mind," he answered, and his tone was as uncom. promising as hers.
 She locked at him questioningly, trying in vain to think what the alternative could be. "Well, I won't take your money, anyway" she declared emphatic.