The Central Nevadan. [volume] (Battle Mountain, Nev.) 1885-1907, 1903-08-27

be is asking his heart If she loves him.
The shadows are now shorter, and
hungry men cast glances at the sun,
but the preacher, shouting in broken
accents, appears not to have reached
the first milestone of his text, and 1t IL
evident that he started out with the
intention of going a sabbath days
journey" One young fellow places his
straw hat over his face. and tries to
sleep, but some one tickles him with a
spear of grass. An old man who has
stood it us long as he could in the
house and who has come out and lain
down gets up, stretches himself,
brushes a clinging leaf off his gray
jeans trousers and declares: "A bite
to eat would hit me harder than q
sermon writ on a rock. Don't see why
a mar wants to talk all day."
Thought you was mighty fond of
preachin, Uncle John?" some n re-
marks.
Am; but I don't want a man to go
over an over what he has already dun
said. If my folks want in thar I'd
mosey off home In git suthin to eat"
"Good book says a nan don't live by
bread alone, Uncle John"
"Yas; but It don't say that he lives by
preachln alone. nuther. Hor on; they
ere siEg;n tie doxology now, an | reck-
on she viii soon tie busted"
The plowboy gees home with his d.
yinity, Uncle Jobn's daughter. "Reck-
Oh Jim will be st homer" he asks as
they ride along.
"He mout be. Air you awful anx-
ious to see hlm?'
mot so powerful. Jest lowed Ta
ask. l know who's yo' sweetheart"
he says after q pause.
"Bet you DON'T"
"Bet l &C."
"Who is It, then, Mr.. Smartyw
"Aleck Jones'"
"Who, him? Think I'd have that
freckle faced thing?"
"Waal. If he amt. l know who is."
"Bet you couldn't think of bis name
IL a hundred years"
"You mout think I can't. but can"
"Waal, who. then, since you air SO
smart?"
"Morg Atcherson."
"Ho, I wouldn't speak to him IL l
was to meet him in the road"
"But you'd speak to some people II
you was to meet them in the road.
wouldn't you?"
Eyes, of course I would"
"Who would you speak to?'
"Oh. lots Of folks. Did you see that
bird almost hit me?" she suddenly ex-
claims.
II reckon he lowed you was n flow
err"
"Oh. he didn't, no such of a thing. You
ought to be ashamed of yo'se'f to make
fun of me that er-way."
81 want maxim fun of you. Ho. II
/ was to ketch anybody maxim fun O:
you II wouldn't be good for him."
"What would you do:"
"T'd whale him"
"You air awful brave. amt you?"
"Sever mind whut | am. | know
t1at a. eAg A.ah "oe HoA
you he'd have me to whup."
a number OF people have stopped q.
Uncle Johns house. They sit In tina
large passageway running between the
two sections of the log building. and
the men, who have not heard the ser
mon, discuss it with the ome wlio
were compelled to hear 1t from liaiiin@
start to excited finish. The sun Is
blazing out in the fields. and the Jgne
bugs are buzZing In the yard. Ii Ia
Indeed a day of rest for the young and
old, but Is 1t a restful time for the
housewife? Does that woman. with
flushed face, running from the kitchen
to the dining room and then to the
springhouse for the crock jar of ELK.
appear to be resting? Do tie young
men and women that are lolling In the
passage realize that they are making
q slave Of her? Probably not. FOR size
assures them that 1t Is not Il bit OF
trouble. yet when night comes-wbeH
the company is g%one-she sinks down.
almost afraid to wish that Sunday
might never come again. yet knowing
that it is the day of her heavy bondage.
Old labor has been soothed. and young
love. has been encouraged. but her
trials ard anxietles have been moro
than doubled.
1t is night, and the boy sits In the
door, taking off his shoes. Tomorrow
Ia must go into the hot field. but be
Goes not think of that. His soul Is full
of a buoyant love-buoyant. for the
girl with the gaudy ribbon has prom
Used to be his wife.