The Brunswick news. [volume] (Brunswick, Ga.) 1901-1903, 1902-12-28
KEEN wind blew from the
north, with dreagy moaning
through leailess branches

IN Ioflu, Win afeaPy moaning
~ through leaness branches.
The yellow sunset had given
place 10 ateeiy tints Twilight was at
hand, and pomley and his boys turned
their log-teams homeward into tile
new-cut road with satisfaction.
I'm hungry enough to cat d mule.v
Tom remarked, avoiding a deep rut
sI'n DO glad when The logs are IN.
wonder 4 dad gets tired? He never
lets on
Ben. slower of speech and movement
Frarcely glaneed from his horsc's mech.
Hes lle gels tired Z be answered, pres
entity not iron"
= wisA Esgp erred Iess for society
md more r as t,oys" Tom grumblcd.
'Dinnee was abominable! / guess she
Cont know how bacon and cold boiled
potatoes taste from dinner pail.
Sl|e'a selfish clear through, like all
GIRLS She thinks she's all right may
pc she n; hut home isn't It's not
what Il was when ma was here
tbs voice reached farther than be
Know Donlley on the Lender, turned
and gaye backward. sonber look.
Sudden silence fell, broken only By the
ereaklng pf chains ana rattle or
wlleels1 Whom they spoke again It was
about the norrows work. Domley
dIa not encourage idle conversation.
Toms ievance was, TO him, real
olles fhe religion of old tlaya had been
tls seiigon q comfort The passing
q ifa meek Disciple wrought me isable
changes. There was Aere amplight
e the paiior now, more calling, more
t1snes were az right, but Tom resantod
tfe bacon and cold potatoes.
Where the road touched the lane
hFsns igure eyaded the Iced team.
and stoslpee RanFing. before the boys,
isls'i0a siltler helr horses feet. It
was thirteen year-old FioTence, the
baby
81 Ben she cried, breathlessly do
Ml mo ride, wo1i you 1essie Birch
Z 9 kAaE hopsc they're ip the parlor.
ptAsf elne Easter music. They ere
SNeet as lIiss, Che songs afp. I'm 30
Ina 10 the services Sunday aren't yous
Ca}l't ] ride. henF
Ben sWuns hon easlly 70 4 place hn
hiisd BIN Oh HE horse md she cIaspf
hinl about flle whist snuggllps ller
f1l0 nase eeainst his baelE
Sll pond Nna1 something on
fesl5 Aa f|lioi| tedl "It'sa
y. lai diel Have they got
psa % eat at homer
aelselel. dlsdninfully. Rice. 20.
faIgea Biscuit md coffee. Breaa
se1rebed Better hurry every ines
h
web ey're singlns Ton
enaR'eH u say, Ben, you're Your oRvr
man sitter Tomorrow I'd Light out
i'd hunt up Uncle Bart. ! don't Intend
70 work on here when my times up.
a fellow gets neither money nor
tpanlss.
Aeu hllsh up!' Florence flushed
"fen isn't going to light out; hes go-
sfen' burnt" anxiously. SIS It your
birthday tomorrow, Benz"
Il guess it is lie Withdrew from
her embrace and slid hastily TO the
ground, closing the big gate behind
his wagon. run along to the house
now, Babe. have to feed the horses.
Its too mortal cold for you to be out"
tn so with you" she volunteered.
Htoutly Let me-I'll help. You
aren,t going to light out, Ben, are
your
Bother? Ben roughly brushed her
aside You're the awfullest kid when
You get a notionl Run ON to the house;
! mean what say"
When Ben used that tone Florence
ceased opportunities. She turned dis
eontentedlX toward the lighted square
~ me klfehRn window. She wanted
40 be With Sen. He was her idol Ben.
fAe laziEnf1as IlA infancy It was his
sAHal slef s'le saSed best. In days of
InfN SIS assa er0'sp he YVES her savior.
s1sf s'en. 10 was the one being
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