Omaha daily bee., 1902-08-16

He muttered vengeance as he strobe. his
stin blue jeans overalls and cowhide boots
rubbing out q whispery, squeaky accom-
paniment: "whish- eekl whish-eek!"
"Philuryl" he called loudly. depositins
his burden on the cave steps and slammina
the trap door down upon it. Amt break
fas' ready yit?v
eyes. pa. it's mos ready now. came
the answer in a clear, girlish voice from
behind the newspaper shade OF the pantry
window. IRA "a had it ready long ago
only I had to tend to Naph." APOLOGIZE
icafly.
She hurried to and fro laying the table.
her sweet face showing that she was
worn from a night OF watching beside the
sick boy. and her crusty father stormed
up and down the porch.
well. hurry up an git It. quick" he
ordered roughly, casting apprehensive
glances down the country road. Them
thrashers'l be hyur BY sun-up-lens'n
hafanar FUN ow-an 4 they ketch Us
eatin' wen lev ter give EN- Their break
fas', likes not An I've got ter nnish
the chores an tn milkln' yit."
why. pa. didn't ye get tn milkin done ?"
She paused q moment and glanced out
through the screen door at him.
NO." he replied. his wrath blazing
anew. ''One o. them blamed cows Kicked
tn bucket-an' OIL Benny Wray's red COW
wus IN ii cabbidge patch-an' I he'd ter git
'er out-she's mos ruined tn hull patch.
An see. hyur. young woman. ! don wanter
see ye maxim sleeps eyes at young Ben.
~ he comes with the thrashers. / won't
hev no gal O. mine hevin' anything ter do
with sech trash as them Wrays. Un'er-
STAMP
She nodded. but only said. .Breakfas' y
ready now. pa" thinking to her ashamed
but hnttering little heart, "Daddy'H not be
80 cross after he's had his eeaee-au'
maybe Ben don't care for me. anyhow"
The meal safely over without Interrupt
ton, he took the heavy water bucket from
its oil eloth-covered shelf in the corner OF
the kitchen and vent down TO the barn.
while Philura took up tbs heavy burdan
which was daily laid on her slight young
shoulders.
She deemed q huge Bingham apron over
her blue print house dress, rolled up her
sleeves above her dimpled elbows and began
to knead out the bread dough which was all
puned up with waiting on the pantry table.
.4cEnin,. Philury." said a voice AZ the
pantry window, q voice that swept over her
heart Ike q END hand across a harp. set
tlA8 II al a-4oiNer Win sweet music. a
tanned. manly face looked IN II her from
beneath q wide brfmmed straw hat.
"Mornin', Ben.' she responded. trying TO
make the tone sound matter u fact and
hiding the trsmble Of her fingers In the soft.
white mass she was manipulating.
beautiful mornin'. amt stfs she re-
marked. looking out beyond him toward the
rosy east up which the sun was lazlly blink
Ing as though reused toe soon from sleep.
1T sure = a beauty" he answered. gag
ing hack into the rosy face before hlm-rIt
orter be spring stead O. harvest time-lt'a
20 kind O. bloaaomy an nweet an posylIke."
Ar you meanin' the weather." she asked
demnrely. cutting on q chunk Of dough and
kneadinE It vigorously. Seems 10 me IT'S
goin' 20 be hot an swelterS-hope there
won't be q cyclone fore night" with exag-
gerated anxiety.
He leaned his broad. hickofy-shirted
shoulders through the window and 4 big
brown hand interfered suddenly with the
kneadins.
you know what I mean. PhEuFy, dear. o
he said avkverdly. yet with a touch OF
-~N AH enfcp1aH9 $500
mean you-you're all the weather there Is
fer me-if you're emiiln' at me. it's 4 nice.
sunny day. an al the birds l. slnrln' An
the cornnelda. an the hreeEes IL BLOWN sof
ron ne soulb-thsy aint 10 oseA thfng q