The Newtown bee., 1900-11-02

Now if you'd stay, it would make it nice for her and nice for me, and we'd try to make 1t as easy for you as we could"
 Ru tn fushed. "Thar swamp ought to be cut" she eaid 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 comek2n
 Cynthia put in her plea. "You said your brothers wife's sister was coming for long,visit, so they won't need you
 ''You think it over till I'm ready to go," Enos said, and by that tine 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." Euos declared. It was raging.
 "And it does you good not to have to be doing women's work all the time, too, euess," Cynthia said. Enos laughed comfortably, glancing about him at the cheerful room. II 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 3 set ex- nothing then, but the next morning as he stood ready to go to his chopping. af- ter shoveling cut the paths, he remarked quietly, "Mlss Alden, you needn't bring in any more, wood. Perhaps ain't made myself understood before."
 The hot color rushed to her cheeks, and for several seconds they look at each other, she defiant, he with unmoved face, except for the hint of twinkle in his eyes.
 "You mu. tn't mind Enos," his sister apologizad after he had gone out. "He's pretty masterful sometimes, but he doesn't mean anyt thing out of the way"
 live been wondering what he would do if I kept on bringing in the wood, Ruth sad. five half mind to do it."
 Cynthia laughed. "He'd be pretty mad, I suppose, but I don't imagine he would do anything very alarming. He'd 8 lock on it. never try to cross him somehow, but I shouldn't be afraid o1 any personal violence"
 "Ob, no!' Ruth smiled at the idea. "1 can'G imagine him hurting anybody, but we'll, guess won't make him any mad. der."
 "He acts the same way about hanging out the washing" she went on. five always been in the habit of doing 1t, but he insists that in winter after woman has got into 8 precipitation over the steamfng tubs, she ought not to hang out the clothes. It makes me ashamed to let him do it, but he puts on that com manding tone and look, and somehow l let him have his own way" and she gave 6 helpless laugh.
 "Enos Wright, I'm going back to my brothers tomorrow l" Ruth's voice was decided. live stayed and stayed, and 1t. till now it 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.
 l 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. II wish Enos could marry her," she said to herself with quiverinR sigh. "But don't suppose such an idea ever entered either of their heads. And l don't know as it would do, either, they're both SO set.''
 B 1os and Ruth drove for some distance in silence, Run with her face averted: 1 "I want to pay you now" Enos said. clearing his throat. live inquired around to fl nd out what folks charge, and have put as much more with it, and even 80 I'm ashamed to Gffer you SO little.' He had taken roll of bills from his pocket-book and held them toward her.
 She turned 8 flushed face toward him and put her hands behind her. "Enne
 Wright, how dare you offsr me money? ?" "Why shouldn't ?" he retorted. ''1 asked you to stay through the winter : You didn't think I expected you to do il for nothing?'
 "I never thought of being paid for it. have regarded it as visit. It has beer the happiest winter ever had in my life l-snyb ody would be happy with Cynthia -and it's my old home. And haven't V orked hard, either" "Haven't worked hard! Humph Ain'l 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 garret to cellar?- haven't worked! like that!" Ut hasn't seemed hard. And won' I7take your money-and you can't make me, there!' !''
 ''You've either got to take that,-ol something else I've got In my mind," h. } answered, and his tone was as uDc0m promising az hers.
 She looked at him questioningly, tryinf ) in vain to think what the alternative 3 could be. "Well, I won't take you money, anyway" she declared emphatic