Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1905-01-25
|Sa,the Haynaker
By MAZE M

"A regular Amazon!" said Fred
Mallandaine, struggling his should
ers. On the very top of a load of
hay, with straw hat pulled down
over her eyes and pitchfork in her
hand!"
Nov, Fred" cried out his sister
Nellie, you are talking arrant nom
Sense"
"A man must believe his Senses"
said Mallandaine. Il asked for Miss
Fame, and the ancient beldame who
was shelling the peas by the kitchen
window pointed one skinny forefinger
across the fields, and answered,
There She is, a-gettin' in the hay.
They all stirs round lively in these
parts when there's a shower comm
up. You'll find her in the bayfield,"
"And your questioned Nellie.
Mr.. Mallandaine smiled ironically.
"I?" said he ''You must bear in
mind that | was looking for young
lady, not for farm-boy's' assistant;
so just turned around and came
home again.
But there must be some mistaken"
cried out impetuous Nellie my Flor
ence Fame is a princess among wo-
men, tall and slender, and graceful,
who plays the harp and writes delic-
ious little essays, and"
There was neither harp nor writ
ing desk on the top of that load OF
hay" said Ted, very DECIDEDLY. "Anu
pray, Nell, don't be offended; but
| am rather disenchanted with your
rustic bellies, after my afternoons ex-
perience. Give me cigar, please,
and don't let anyone disturb me for
a while, there's a darling"
Nellie obeyed.
But while she found the cigar case,
handed the newspaper, and regulated
the exact fall of the curtain folds
which should be most agreeable to
her brothers optical partialities, she
puzzled her brain as to how, and why
and wherefore this little plan Of hers
for an instant attachment between
Fred and Florence Fame had thus
come to an untimely standstill
tits the most unaccountable thing
in the world" said Nellie to herself.
II think III go over and see what it
all means"
Low and long, with gabled fronts
and bay windows, the Fane's farm
house stretched itself out under the
outrageous walnut trees, with For
ence's easy chair on the porch, and
Florence herself, posed like wood
land nymph, all mauve muslin, curls
of pallid gold and fleecy folds Of Shet-
land shawl.
so glad to see you, dear!" said
Miss Fame with the princess air which
seemed to sit so naturally on her.
Dear Florence" said Nellie, plung-
ing precipitately into her subject,
where nave you been all the morn
ing?"
Where have l been?"
Believe me, l am not asking for
mere curiosity" pleaded her visitor.
Il have a reason. You will answer
me, know
Certainly. Why shouldn't II" said
the serene one, lifting her golden
brows the sixteenth part of an inch.
LET me, see-I was in the glen,
Sketching the beautiful messy bould-
ers by the spring ufftil the shower
came up, and then I sat in my own
room and wrote a few letters"
CCTbo0 Couldn't bouo hooo Won
after ALL" bluntly calculated Nellie.
What couldn't have been me?"
"Tne girl with the pitchfork on the
top of the load of hay"
ut must have been Isa," said Flor
ence Fame, with a slight shadow of
bother.
And then, laughing heartily at her
own blunder, Ellen Mallandaine relat-
ed the morning adventure OF ner
annoyance upon her smooth brow.
lisa! The little sister who has
just returned from boarding school?"
Miss Fame inclined her head.
There is no end to that child's
pranks," said she, impatiently. And
papa INDUCES her in everything. Dear,
dear! l hope your brother wasn't
very much shocked?"
Ell am afraid he was" said truth
full Ellen. "He supposed it was you,
of course. And he said you were a
regular Amazon, and that he didn't
care to make the acquaintance of a
farm boys assistant"
Florence clasped her pink hands to-
gether in sylph-like despair.
'It's enough to drive one frantic,
said she.
And in the same moment brown.
checked damsel, with chestnut curls
tangled around her neck. and a pretty