The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1900-03-01

| Into the cart. sTAnt Tr2na.' said,
/ you've masrisds q SKaffif's dog. a Hot
tentot's brake + hadn't any more
breath. He winked at me-he winksd
at me-" said Tant, Sannie, her sides
shaking with indignatioh, FIRST with
one eye and then with the other, and
then drove away. Child Of the Amalek-
ite," said Tant' Sannie, IF 1t hadn't.
been the blessed sacrament! Lord.
Lord. I.ord?' rs
Here the little Bush girl came run
ming to say that the horses would
stand no longer. and. still breathing
out vengeance against her old adver-
sary. she labored toward the cart.
Shaking hands and affectionately kiss
| ing En-. she was With some difficulty
drawn up. Then slowly the cart rolled
away. the good Boer woman putting
her head out between the sails to smile
and nod EN- stood watching 1t for a,
time. Then as the sun dazzled her
eyes she turned away. There was no
use in going to sit with Gregory. He
liked best sitting there alone, staring
across the green "karroo." and till the
maid had done churning there was
nothing to do. so EN- walked away to
the wagon house and climbed on to
the end of Waldo's table and sat there,
swinging one little foot slowly to and
fro. while the wooden curls from the
plane heaped themselves up against
her black print dress.
Waldo" she said at last. Gregory
has given me the money he got for the
wagon and oxen. and | have ESQ be-
sides that once belonged to some one.
I know what they would have liked
to have done with it. You must take
it and go to some place and study for a
year or two"
mo. little one, will not take it." he
said as he planned slowly away. 1.-THE
time was when would have been
very grateful to any one who would
have given me little money, little
help. little power Of gaining knowl-
edge. But now l have gone SO far
alone may go on to the end. don't
want it. little one"
"Why is it always so. Waldo-always
So? she said. 1--WE long for things and
long for them and pray for them, we
would give all we have to come near to
them. but we never reach them. Then
at last, too late, just when we don't
want them any more, when all the
sweetness is taken out Of them, then
they come. We don't want them them"
she said, folding her hands resignedly
on her little apron. After awhile she
a.. ,hov
ago. when was very little girl, my
mother had a workbox full of colored
reels. always wanted to play with
them, but she would never let me. At
last one day she said. l might take the
box. was so glad hardly knew what
to do. L ran rouAd the house and sat
down with it on. the, back steps, but
when opened the box all the cottons
were taken ont"
She sat for awhile longer till the
Kaff1r maid had finished churning and
was carrying the butter toward the
house. Then EN- prepared to slip off
the table, but first she laid her little
hand on Waldo's. He stopped his plan
ing and looked up. 8
Gregory is going to the town to-
morrow. He is going to give In our
banns to the minister. We ARE going
be married In three weeks" i
Waldo lifted her very gently from
the table. He did not congratulate her.
Perhaps he thought Of the empty box,
but he kissed her forehead gravely.
She walked away toward the house..
but stopped when she had got half
way. II viii bring you a glass Of but
termilk when 1t is cool" she called
out, and soon her clear voice came
ringing out through the back windows
as she sang the "Biue Water" to- her
self and washed the butter. l-t5I
Waldo did not wait till she returned.
Perhaps he had at last really grown
weary of work; perhaps he felt the
wagon house chilly flor he had shutl-
dered two or three times), though that
was hardly likely in that warm sum-
mer weather, or perhaps, and most
probably, one of his old dreaming fits
had come upon him suddenly. He put
his tools carefully together, ready for
tomorrow, and walked slowly out At
the side Of the wagon house there was
a world of bright sunshine, and hen
with her chickens was scratching
among the gravel. Waldo seated him.
self near them with his back against
the red brick wall. The long after
noon was half spent, and the "kopje"
was just beginning to cast its shadow
over the round headed yellow flowers
that grew between 1t and the farm.
house. Among the flowers the white
butterflies lowered, and on the old
kraal mounds three white kids gambol-
ed, and at the door Of one Of the huts
an old gray headed Kaffir woman sat
on the ground mending her mats. A
balmy, restful peacefulness seemed to
reign everywhere. Even the old hen
seemed well satisfied. She scratched
among the stones and called to her
chickens when she found treasure
and all the while clucked to herself
with intense inward satisfaction. Wal
do as he sat with his knees drawn up to
his chin and his arms folded on them
looked at 1t all and smiled. An eYil
world, a deceitful, treacherous, mirage
like world. 1t might be, but lovely
4uorfd FOR all that and tn sit there