Morris tribune. [volume] (Morris, Minn.) 1880-2000, 1904-03-19

suddenly Whlrred its mills or SnrlllneSS
in the maple tree and sounded so hot,
hot, hot; or that other that rallied at the
country quiet from the dim, cool shade
around the brick house, or even the rain
them in the face of sunny Sky that
they should see rain ere the day were
DONE Little the young man rocked OF
what he ate at Judge Briscoe's good
noon dinner-chicken wing and young
roas'n ear, hot rolls as light as the fluff
of a summer cloudlet, and honey and
milk and apple butter favored like
spices of Arabia and fragrant. f1aky
cherry pie and cool, rich, yellow cream.
Lige Willetts was a lover, yet he said
he asked no better than to just go OH
eating that cherry pie till sweet
death overlook him; but railroad sand
witches and restaurant chops might
have been set before Harkless for all
the difference it would have made to
him.
At no other time is mans feeling Of
companionship with woman so strong
as WuCu SllS dl Will uCl, hOI
at decorated" and becatered and be-
waitered table, but at homely, appe-
thing, wholesome, home table like old
Judge Briscoe's. The very essence Of
the thing is domesticity, and the i'm
plication is utter confidence and liking.
There are few greater dangers for
bachelor. An insinuating imp perches
on his shoulder and, softly tickling the
bachelors ear with the feathers Of an
arrow shaft, whispers: "Pretty gay,
isn't it, eh? Rather pleasant to have
that girl sitting there, don't you think?
Enjoy having her notice your butter
plate was empty? Think it exhilarat-
ing to hand her those rolls? Looks nice,
doesn't she? Says Thank you rather
prettily? Makes your lonely breakfast
seem mighty dull, doesn't it? How
would you like to have her pour your
coffee for you tomorrow, my boy? How
would it seem to have such pleasant
company all the rest Of your life?
Pretty cheerful, eh? It's my conviction
that your one need in life is to pick her
up in your arms and run away with
her, not anywhere in particular, but
just run and run and run away"
q After dinner they went out to the
veranda, and the gentlemen smoked.
The judge set his chair down on the
ground, tilted back in it with his feet
on the steps and blew a wavery, dom
ed city up in the air. He called it
solid comfort He liked to sit out from
under the porch roof, he said. He
wanted to see more Of the sky. The
others moved their chairs down to
Join in the celestial vision. A feath
cry thin cloud or two had been famed
across it, but save for these there was
nothing but glorious and tender bril-
liant blue. 1t seemed so clear and
close one marveled the little church
spire in the distance did not pierce it.
Yet at the same time the eye assembled
miles and miles into warm, simmer
ing ether. Far away two buzzards
swung slowly at anchor halfway to the
sun.
20 bright translucent, cerulean hue,
Let my wide wings drift on in YOU
Harkless quoted. pointing them out to
Helen.
''You seem to get good deal of fun
out of this kind of weather" observed
Lige as he wiped his brow and shifted
his chair into the shade.
81 expect you don't get such skies
as this up in Rouen." said the judge,
looking at the girl from between his
laziIy half closed eyelids.
'It's the same Indiana sky, think"
she answered.
81 guess maybe in the city you don't
zee as much Of it or think as much
about it, then. Yes, they're the In
diana Skies" the old man went on.
'Sl<ies as blue
As the eyes of children when they smile
at you.
''There aren't any others anywhere
that ever seemed much like them to
me. They've been company for me all
my life. l don't think there are any
others half as beautiful, and L know
there aren't any as sociable. They
were always so.' He sighed gently
and Miss Sherwood fancied his wife
must have found the Indiana skies as
lovely as he had inltfe days Of long
ago "Seems to me they are the softest
md bIuest and kindest in the world"
II think they are" said Helen, land
they are more beautiful than the Ita!-l
ian skies. though | doubt if many Of
us Hoosiers realize it. and certainly no
one else does"
The old man leaned over and patted
her hand Harkless gasped. Gus
Hoosiersv" chuckled the judge. You're
gi,mt Hoosier, young lady! How
much of your life have you spent in the
state? us HOOsiersv
"But I'n going to be good one" she
answered gayly, land if I'm good
enough when grow up maybe I'll be
a great one"
The blackboard had been brought
around, and the four young people
climbed in, HAIRLESS driving. Before:
they started the judge, standing on thu
horse block in front Of the gate, leaned
over and patted Miss SherwOodS hand