The professional world. (Columbia, Mo.) 1901-192?, 1903-06-12

than honest Indian corn. We have
been trying to run the morals of q
great city and keep out Of Jail and
the newspapers ourselves. We
have even thought it our mission
to instruct mothers how to rear chill.
dren. We have filled our mind
with the arts, science, literature,
finance, commerce, horticulture,
agriculture, and profits of stock
holders, until romance has, indeed,
departed from our old soul. But
there was a time, Annie, there was
a time-ah!
We MIXED the COWS with the
snow, sitting through cracks in the
shed, upon u neck. We fed the
horses and bedded them. We crack.
ed the ice in the bucket at the well
and carried it full to mothers
kitchen table. W. went down into
the cellar and brought up a basket
of potatoes. We poured the milk
an inch deep into a dozen pans.
We asked mother to leave a piece
of pie and the teapot, with the tea
left over from supper, on the but
terry shelf. We rushed up stairs
and put on our best clothes. Then
we hitched the old mare to the cut
ter and went tearing off four miles,
to Farmer Hazen's. And all the
time u heart vas singing "Ma-
rinda" "Marinda" and it made no
difference If the old mares breath
was freezing in long whiskers on
her chin and our ears were pinched
by a wise. Going to see cher" at
2 ,there is a romance in the soul
that Jack Frost and all his allies
can not reach. It's different going
back home, but, going, there is an
eager leaping heart, a mind full of
the comforts of the grandest air
castles, and body warm all thro'
with the delights of home and
anticipation.
All, Annie, there may have been
such a time even in the life of an
old hick-hided, empty-souled,
money-grubbing editor!
And we carefully stamped the
snow from our great overshoes, for
her ma was famous in all the town.
ship for the whiteness of her floors.
1t vas Marinda who met us at the
door. She was plump and sweet in
a newly ironed calico dress. Her
cheeks were like peonies, even to
the dozen of freckles round the
bridge of her lose. Her eyes shone
with the light of joy, love and ap-
peal that makes men tremble. Her
glad smile was a ray of sunshine
straight from heaven. Her lips
God bless her, she had closed the
dining room door behind her, and
we took a flying shot at those two
quivering folding doors to Cupid's
treasure house-just a little peck.
Two dollars forty-three and one
half cents, Annie No five dol
lars! /! Ten dollars !! A hundred
dollars ! The fruits of years of
work and worry, professional sue
cess, position, wealth, a whole life
time and life itself for just that
t~iniest part of a second in heaven
with her, at 20 years of age, with
what youth means!!!!
And in the dining room, the old
folks welcomed us with "Good eve.
ming, Mr.. Findlay," from her ma,
and CLOVIS the old man, HiramP''
from her pa. The rag carpet on the
floor fairly warmed us through the
soles of our boots. The cat came
rubbing and purring about oul
sbins. The canary bird, in it's cage
beside the wall bracket full Of
newspapers, rustled his feathers
and gave a sleepy peep. The biz
card pelted the window panes as il
raging to get in, but the hickory
log in the great fire place Tough
back with meteoric sparks and nov
aud then an explosion like a fire
|, orackar1S The wind ahOut thf