Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1901-12-31
The Turning Point.

his mouth, ana q dapper young gentle
man in light, summer suit, approach
ing the lady and her steed. He saw
them all as one sees faces and figures
in vivid dream, and wondered almost
audibly what that fellow" was doing
there; and then, as they plunged once
more into the unbroken solitude of the
pines, that girls face seemed to stand
out visibly in the air before him and
accompanied him, like smiling spirit
of good omen, to his journeys end.
Late that night, when, after eating
supper and reading the evening paper,
he went up to his room the face was
there before him, smiling like pic
ture from the bare white wall. He
had gone UP there to make some alter
ations in his dress before going out TO
get rid of the rest of his evening in
the city streets; but the face detained
him, held him there in the cheerless
fourth-story chamber, even against his
will.
"How graceful she was!" he
groaned out. what a pretty-what a
sweet face she had! How blue her
eyes were! How brown her hair was
and how it waved about her head and
face like a little, soft, dark cloud of
curls! She must have been i'll lately,
or she would not wear her hair like
that; every other girl is piling CHG.
mons up higher than the moon. And
yet she looked the very picture of
health. Her cheeks were as round and
as rosy as the apples in her fathers
orchard. Perhaps she is too sensible
to wear chignons and false hair. Per-
haps she don't care SO much for dress
as other women do. What did she
wear? | can't remember. / only know
it was some soft dun-colored material
falling about her in soft folds, with
out rutiing or paniers of any kind.
And blue ribbon at her throat-blue
as the 'bluets'-blue as her own sweet
eyes! Oh, dearl If | could but meet
a girl like that-a girl with no non
sense about her. as Mr.. Toots would
say he added with laugh-"a girl
who would mar Y poor man because
she loved him, and who would go to
work and help him build up his for.
tune and his house together Why it
would be the making of mel"
He took out his pocketbook and
looked again at the ten-dollar bill.
Shall try it? Jerrold says he be.
gan with no more; and look how well
he has done. Let me see. Here is
enough to pay for my supper, lodging
and breakfast, and my ticket back to
the place where saw her. That will
leave me the roll of currency for small
expenses, and the ten dollars for my
sole capital till l find a place and
work. Her father is farmer, know.
And that chap in the gray summer
suit hates hard work. | saw it in his
face and walk. I'll do it. He can
but refuse me at the worst and shall
be able to look at that sweet face
again. I'll CO."
You know he is not very strong, fa-
ther, and his hands have grown white
and soft at college, and, as he says, he
is not fit for the work." she was say
ing when her fathers growls ceased
suddenly; and, looking up, she saw
tall handsome, Saxon-faced and
bright-eyed young fellow, dressed in
homespun, taking off his straw hat to
her and her father in the way that
did not smack of country birth and
training by any means. The light blue
and the dark blue eyes looked straight
into each others depths for one be-
wildering moment. Then the girl
turned away ana walked out of the
field, with sudden, vivid blush STAIN
ing the whiteness of her throat and
forehead; and the young fellow, gaz-
ing after her involuntarily, began his
story to the amazed farmer and asked
for work
At IL O'Clock that day Jane Halliday
after giving the last touches to the
Widespread dinner-table, took the tin
horn and went out on the side piazza
to "call the folks" to their MONDAY
meal. She saw the heads turn, and
the bending forms straighten them
selves as the echoes of the mellow
blast fioated over toward the distant
hills, and lingering yet a moment felt
her cheek grow hot again, when she
saw the young man advancing with
her father toward the house.
Here's new hand mother" sang
| out the farmer to his buxom wife, as
| they entered the kitchen together He
came along to look for work just in the
nick of time, after your dandified
| nephew cut and run for fear he should
tan his cheeks. You'll make Dicks bed
UP for him tonight, Jane. He is worth
| his salt, | must own, and he shall
stay here as long as he likes. Now,
mother, dinner-hurry, Jenny, hurry!"
They sat down to the table. James
| chair was directly opposite that which
the new hand occupied, and presently
the farmer called out, wonderingly:
Salt in your coffee, Mr.. Moore,
Well, do vow That Is a cuoer taste
of yours, anyhow"
Il drank it 30 as child, but think
| I'll give it up after today, as l am TO
| do farming work " stan1rnerad tho