The Newtown bee., 1900-01-05

! It was brilliant October morning, the grsss all sparkling with frost, the trees waving their red-jeweled arms to the sun. shine, and Elakim Ellis was driving se- renely down Hay Hill.
 'tI ain't poet" thought he, ssbut if I was could write lot of rhymes about this. Why, it's poetry all the way through. And-eh ?how ?-what Who's l that?"
 It was the Widow Hepsy Hall, standing at the door of her little ohe-storied house and beckoning with her long, lean arms 1 toward him. The farmer drew his rein
 Hold on, Sorreli" he apostrophized his steed. "You ain't never in hurry when want you to be, so calkerlate you can stand still 8 bit now. Wal, Mis- Hall, what can I dew for ye this morn- ing?"
 live got some pumpkins that want to sell," said Widow Hepsy. "Dfefful like ly ones.n
 Pumpkins r echoed Eliakim. "Why bless your soul, Mis- Hall, pumpkins is drug in the market just now. The pump kin crop has turned out powerful good, thank providence, and our ft Iks is feedin' lem to the caows." A shadow of dire disappointment crept over the old woman's face as she stood there, uncommonly pictures que, against the curly hop-tendrils and crimson wood bine leaves that gsrlanded the doorway. The tears came into her dim eyes.
 ''Then I may as well give it up," said she in accents Of despair. "For hain't nothin' el'e to sell; and Belindy had set much store on my comin' down this au- tumn afore C h weather set in."
 "EhP said Mir Ellis, good .naturedly, " ou was goin' down Go Belindy's, eh2 ,
 s'I can't without n, money" said the Widow Hepsy Hall. s'And I was sort Of calculatin' on them pumpkins. The corn hasn't amounted to nothin', and the yeas. els has tuk Il the poultry, and the dried berries mildewed that last dog days weather, and the carpet-weavin' business is awful dull; 50 what be to do?"
 "Can't ye put off your visit Gf' said Elia- kims thoughtfully fiicking the top off 8 cluster of ox-eyed daisies that grew very cloee to his wagon wheels.
 "Belindy's little boys got the croup," said Mrs Hall, lugubriously. ssAnd her husband has fell fl high ecaffold and broke his leg. And if eyer Pm wanted there, it's now.n
 II swami" ejaculated honest Ellakim, as he realized what the double meaning of poverty and misfe rune was. ssFetch me them pumpkina I'll buy 'em, any- how"
 "I'illet you have the whole lot for dollsr, said the Widow Hepsy, wistfully. ''They're jest ont in the corner iot.' aAin't gathered, eh?'
 "Biess mel who have got to gatber 'emn retorted Mrs Hs not soul about the place, and me with that cid crick in my back.
 Eliakim's heart smote him. Who was be, to complain Of littls extra trouble, when the Widow Hepsy was so much worae eff than himself? So he alighted and led Sorr. 1labosiously down the stony cart track toward the cornfeld, where, amid the harvested shocks, gleamed the ruddy gold of pumpkins innumerable.
 aPumpkins !" screamed Mrs Ellis, when her husband drove into the doc. \ yard at noon. .Pumpkinsl Why, Elia- kim Ellis, what on earth are you bringing pumpkins hers for Amt we got the barn chambers full, and the lofts full, and the very cattle won't eat 'em2 Be you clean gone crazy ?''
 Mrs Ellis WAS $ high. cheek-boned fe- male, with pro iecsing front teeth and hard greenisf eyes. like badly-colored marbles. She was one of those who wor. ahiped gain as the ffre-Worahipers fell down before the sun. Money is money p was her favorIte axiom. And Eliakim felt his heart sink within him as he faced hsr stern unccmpromising gaze.
 They Ira jeat a few--'' hs began.
 "A few r shrfsI Iy echoad his wife. ssThe waggin Is jest heaped fulli And we a- thrcWin' of 'em away every day. That's jest like \ mans caIculatin,!'' P
 nOnIy lew said Eliakiu, aespsrate- Iys that I've brune down here to sell for Mrs Hall. There aIn't much market ID that way. you know, Loisy.s T
 And, ' he addsd to himself, sseooduess