The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1904-03-02


had been out all the afternoon In her
fathers great OK pasture, gathering
berries for shortcake and for pre-
serves.
In the pleasant kitchen Mrs. Moore
was lighting the lire TO bake the short.
cakes. 1t was full hour later than
the usual tea time at the farm, for
the farmer had driven into Concord
with some produce for the market, and
was not expected back till dusk.
Just as Mrs. Moore had filled the
teakettlc her quick brown eyes caught
sight of the hired boy leisurely stroll
ing along the highroad toward the
village. She rushed TO the open win.
dow and called after him: "Abner.
Ab-nerw but Abner either did not hear.
or did not choose to hear, and went
his way.
THAT provoking boy" said Mrs.
Moore, as she came back into the kit
chen with II flushed face. I'm sure
he heard me. told him that Black
Dick would not drive in the cows to-
night, and that he must see to them
before he went away. Now he has
gone. and your father will be tired to
death when he gets back from the
city"
She looked wistfully at Mabel, who
WAS braiding her bright brown hair
with rOsebuds at the open win low.
Mabel felt that look. She knew what
Il meant. But she did not choose to
move or speak.
Don't you think you can 20 for them
this once, daughter. and save your
poor father the troubleF said Mrs.
Moore, in hesitating tone.
Mabers pretty face clouded over.
"Oh, dear! Yes-l suppose SOL! she
said. with groan.
She took her sunbonnet and went out
with slow, unwilling feet. Her mother
looked after her and sighed.
II wish she was more contented.
wish l could make her life more as
she wants 1t to be-" said the gentle
soul, as she went on with her prepare
ton. and rolled out special pile of
doll cakes for her girl.
Mabel went sulkily down the green
lane unconscious of the loving wish.
She crossed the foot bridge and en-
tered the pasture, and sat down by n
spring that ran merrlly out of the hill
side through hollow log into wood
Ell trough. She drank of the cool,
sweet water. and bathed her face and
looked at herself in the still surface
Of the W; ter.
''rm pretty enough to be a girl In a
story book" said the vain little thing,
arranging her rosebuds. 81 wish
was one. l wish | had story book
home and story book father and
mother, an earl and a countess" she
went on. leaning against the messy
bank and shutting her eyes upon the
actual red wooden farmhouse. with its
clustering barns and sheds. that stood
b. the roadside in the hollow below
Let me see. l should be Lady Mabe
then. Lady Mabel Moore. on, dear
I wish there We're fairies now. and one
OF them would come here and touch mt
NTH her wand, and make 1t all true"
As she unused over the delights OF
such life, she heard gruff vote,
saying ON the other side of the spring
well, why not?"
She opened her eyes.
A little, sharp looking woman II
green, with wand of peeled rush
stood balancing herself on the edg,
Of the watering trough,
"Ohw cried Mabel. "Are you
fsiryT
why not?" growled the wee VIC
man.
"Can you make me Lady MabelYr
"Why not? This Is an auspiclou
year, and any one who wishes by m
spring at this sunset hour can hav
their wish. You are sure that yo
want yours TO come to pass, SUI