The Spokane press. [volume] (Spokane, Wash.) 1902-1939, 1905-08-15
HOW JANE SPENT
THE PRIZE MONEY
Being the Story of the Fam Lambs
Winni ,gs, Which Went to the
Heather.

Copyright, 1905, by the Newspaper
Enterprise Association.)
The week following the fair when
Jane Bender had won the prize for
her ram lamb-the same ram lamb
her husband, Jake, had contemptu-
ously spurned as good for nothin'
she entered the home of one of her
neighbors. Jane seemed filled with
exultant energy.
What unwonted emotion had con-
jured up such a change in the stereo-
typed patient face, whose straight
lineaments had seemed lost in the
! many haggard lines drawn upon it?
Was she so proud of the tempting
appearance of her well-dressed chick
ems and new-laid eggs, or the per-
lection of her golden butter? Surely
not, for these qualities had been just
as marked on previous occasions. She
said very little, and that little was
merely regarding the weather, and
the state of the country roads.
What about the SIS you won on
your prize ram, Mrs. Bender; are you
going to spend 1T today?" the neigh
Dor asked.
She turned as she was going down
the steps of the back veranda and
with smile that TRANSPORTED her
face, said:
ITS spent already"
You have got yourself a black
silk, or a set of dishes, or a carpet"
No." she replied, Il sent it all to
Ingy."
ITO India"
YES" she responded, looking off
into frost-tinted maple tree at the
farther end of the yard for October
had dressed the landscape in that
golden garb so dear to the artist,
with here and there bright touch
a crimsoning maple, a brilliant low
red sumac, or a following vine.
Art had done very little for Maple
ton. w chad no triumphs of archi-
lecture, nor monuments of mechani-
cal skill. but nature, especially in
the autumn months, seemed bent on
gracious compensation.
Eye see it wus this way" Jane
continued. placing her foot on the
upper step, and resting her basket
on her knee. Il hev alwus thought
a lot about heather women in Turin
parts ever since a girl l ulster go to
school with went es a missionary.
have read about 'em since that, es
she sent me paper onct in awhile,
sorry for them heather women-a
sight more'n for the heather men.
Sakes alive! women hev it hard
enough enyhere, an what must it be
where they haint got quarter the
comforts we got-for this world or
Miller went to Ingy, wisht I could
send some money to help 'em a bit
out there. O. course Laviny got more
learnin' than me- she continued mus
ingly, looking off again into the
maple tree Her an me went to the
gether, an traded dinners many a
time. she havin' stewed huckleberries
on her bread, es her folks lived be-
side the huckleberry mash, an me
havin' honey on mine, es my folks
KEEP bees-an both our folkses was
savin' the butter to sell-an' we bit
turn about often the same apple; red
astrachans, l mind, we both liked.
after she left that school she
went off a-studyin' in other schools.
an got great edication they say.
But, someway, she never forgot me
she was a nice girl, Laviny was; an.
es said, onct in awhile. mission'ry
paper came through the mail to me
from her, with her name, Laviny, In
the old way. wrote on it. Jake, he
ulster to bring it home in his overooat
pocket from the ofiice-in winter
when l didn't come to the village,
havin' no butter an eggs to sell-an'
forgit to give it to me, an / would
find it, mebbe a month after. when
| went a-searching never TUX
no interest in missions. Well, es