Rosebud County news. [volume] (Forsyth, Mont.) 1901-1906, 1903-11-05
Zachariah cleared his throat.

Zachariah cleared his throat.
Barbara gave a scarcely percepdble
start and clasped her hands.
Barb
The color mounted in Barbara's
cheeks. She gazed intently at her
hands in her lap.
"Barb = Barb - Barb - barbed wire
! hain't no good for fencin' if you're tall
pertickler bout your stock"
A wave Ct despair went over him.
There was an awkward pause while
he stared fxedly into his hat in con-
sternatton. The opportunity that he
had worked up so carefully lad come
and zone and he had accomplished
nothing.
The next Sunday, REINFORCED by the
brightest necktie he could buy in the
village, he sauntered over his usual
| course.
Ascin he sat with Barbara on the
front Steps and watched the color die
out Of the western sky, anu again he
sought to put in practice one Of his
many plans.
Conversation was fitful, and Barbara
was not helping to fill up the gaps.
''Barbara"- Zachariah felt his throat
begin to tighten.
Barbara sat up straighter and looked
away to the willows across the brook.
Barbara" Zachariah repeated SOL
EMMY, Il want to tell you h-h-h-h-how
m-m-m-much the corn is CROWN down
in the back lot
Clearly no advance had been made
this time, and Zachariah went home
more discouraged than ever, d-eading
to meet his mothers searching glance
from over her glasses.
The next morning the sun was play
ing hide and seek with Barbara
through the grapevine that spread it.
self out and chung to the lattice around
the stoop. Now it hit the coil of dark
hair on the top of her head as she bent
over the washtub, and now it cleaned
on the firm pink flesh of her bare arm.
Mechanically she gave the white gar
ment deft turn that sent the water
trickling back into the tub and then
added it to the heaped basket by her
side. Now and again there was lit
tie shake Of her head as she bowed
over her work which BODIED mischief
to some one.
Good mOrnin, Barbara. Amt you
powerful busy? I've been waitin' bout
half an hour for you to look up and
speak to a Teller"
Barbara gave little start, and a
conscious flush swept over her face as
she turned and looked down on the
tall, broad chested young man stand
ing on the grass near her, his much
battered straw hat pushed back from
his bronzed forehead and his large.
strong face beaming with pleasure.
"Why, Zech Plympton! What on
earth you dom down here this time of
day. l thought you plowin' over in
the south lot"
"Well. did mean to. but mother
wanted me to do an Grant for her
fore hitched up"
He put a basket carefully down on
the edge of the steps.
''She wants to know if you don't
w-ww-w-Want to s-s-s-s"-
''Set the day? Why, Zach, you're
dredtful sudden. I'll have to ask pa
and ma first"
She fell to rubbing up and down the
washbOard with violent industry.
Crash-a bakers dozen of eggs
splashed their yellow centers over the
stones at the foot of the steps. and she
felt herself seized in pair of strong
arms.
Its done! It's done.' shouted Zach
ariah. IF that want the toughest job
I've hitched OH to in all my life! But
it's all right. amt it, Barbara? And
We'll be married fore Thanksgivin'.
won't we?'
Mrs. Baxter. coming around the COR
ner of the house with a pan of vegeta-
bles she had been gathering, paused in
astonshment
Stakes alive! If that don't beat all!'
she exclaimed under her breath. well.
well, it looks likely Zachariah 'u'd be
here to dinner. | guess I'd better go
back and git some more of these here
string beans. He's great hand for
beans, and I've got a powerful small
NESS"
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