Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1903-09-30
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with nervous fingers.
sT'm sorry, Davis" said apologetlc
little Mrs Heron, cit does seem an
tmpossibility for Lucretia to do any
thing quietly"
Her husband gave dlsapprovlhg
grunt. "Pityv' he remarked audlbly'
81 bought this farm to have a little
quiet: that's what / bought 1t Tor.
7 come out OF town TO rest my nerves,
end what do get? / hire farmer
to run the place; I give you money
for help; / do everything | can, and
I'm not considered bit. Next SUM
mer--" his high bald head shook warn
ingly.
GIVE done my BEST" returned Ger
nella Heron. "No town servant VIII
stay out here. We are fortunate TO
get Lucretia Woods, l say
Davis gave wee smile of concllla-
ton. When his unusually meek better
half allowed that metallic note to creep
into her soft voice and pinched Oh
her eye glasses, 1t was time to smile.
"Of course Of course" he made haste
to say. but, my dear, you see now
It affects me"
"And do more work than like TO,
went on Mrs. Heron, taking auV&nt-
age eff Fancy cared for LouseWork
we should get along nicely. l get eV-
ery bit [ can out Of Lucretia. She
isn't regular domestic, you know
Her father has a farm OF his own,
and wants her to come home. Nothing
but nv entreaties induced the girl 20
help us out. I wish she wouldn't
treat matters so lightly, though. She
doesn't mind anything and"
But Mr.. Heron had wisely resumed
the perusal of his paper, while the
clatter Of dishes in the nearby kitchen
and the hearty strains OF song In &C
compartment beset his abused ears.
Then help one another, boys,
Do it with q will,
sang Lucretia, and it was plal evil
dent that the vocalist was doing c .
with q will.
Twenty years before Davis Heron
then a cl~kA in the savings bank at
Riverton, h. d decided that his dream
of repose lay in = Sny farm two miles
from the Village. 1AIS lNtCIt A4"0 hG'SA
left him. Now the village was large
and fourishing town, and he was treas
urer of the bank with good
salary, and the savings of years. The
farm was his at last, and that very
Spring he had taken possession with
his wife and daughter, to enjoy his
dream. driving to and from his place
of business with the air Of landed
proprietor.
Alas! the dream at times was OF
the nightmarish description. An ideal
spot was this little farm of few
acres, with its pretty comfortable
dwelling and the old-fashioned barn;
the brook singing through the meadow
and the beautiful background Of hills.
They all loved it. Davis, Cornelia, and
even Fancy, their only and much spoil
ed daughter, a pretty indolent girl OF
twenty-one, whose particular admirer,
Albert Melton, suddenly developed an
inordinate interest in I'm affairs and
a taste for the exercise Of walking.
Albert was a comparatively new star
on the Heron horizon, but bright
one, being a young man of industry
and prospects. So he was made well
come and appear d with regularity and
very high collars, but as yet had made
no especial sign Of matrimonial in
terest. For the rest Of him, he was of
a rather serious mien and good looking,
fascinating combination.
SympathizinG deeply with the agr;
cultural woes of the now aroused Her
ron, he also lent kindly ear to the
domestic snarls which began with the
almost immediate departure Of the old
and tried Bridget, to be succeeded by
two incompentents, and at present
ending in the tolls of Lucretia, late
ard hustling mixture Of noise and
ability.
Melton" Davis had said confident
ly, I'D rather run a bank than q
farm. declare l would OF course
know all about it, have studied those
subjects for years, and yet everything
depends upon conditions. When we
need rain, 1t shines; when we need
sun, it rains, l instruct my farmer
he disagrees; 1 command him, he tells
me to go run the bank. Says things
will come up when they get ready. Ar
excellent man and laborious, but not
respectful. What would you do?
''Pd let him alone" replied Albert
laughing.
"But it's my farm. Well then
drive out the afternoon for rest and q
pleasant reposeful evening, and my
wife says, oh! dear. this has beer
a hard day That isn't pleasant, and
the girl we have now doesn't do thing
but bang so that can't read. Nice
girl, you understand, only terribly
noisy I'm a nervous man, Melton
What would you advise"
'4'd let them alone" said Albert
again. You'll get some noise where
ever you so. One would think, though
with three women, household affair;
In so small an establishment Nigh
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