Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1905-04-29

COW! Dost think l want mine eyes
scratched out O. my head"
Although under the skillful manipu-
lations of her hands the pals filled rap
idly, Hetty's thoughts We're not upon
her occupation, but were over the
meadows at the Maryland farmhouse,
with La Fabienne and Margaret. The
poetical and romantic vein that ran
deep in this girls nature had been
touched by the afternoons entertain
ment. The handsome dress Of Sir God
frey and his gallant bearing, combined
with the exquisite beauty Of Margaret
in her soft flowing gown Of white linen,
caused Hetty's little heart to ache with
4 sympathetic yearning.
| ''Was ever seen such bonny pair O.
lovers?'' she thought ''Such trust, such
evidence of love in every action! All,
lackaday, woe is me!''
She sighed hopelessly.
"No lover more gallant than Puri-
tan farmer, and instead Of lutte
milk bucketv'
At last, her task finished, she carried
the heavy pals to the dairy.
"Methought Sir Godfrey regarded me
with pleasant gaze," she said to her.
self as she rested on churn near the
door.
Then as sudden thought seemed to
strike her she raised her face quickly,
her eyes beaming with brightness.
"An I had had the roses in my hair
and had worn my new lace tucker,
mayhap he would ha' admired me
more" she said. "As it's, perchance, he
might speak O. me to comrade high
IN favor at the French court who would
fall in love with his description and
come bravely here to WOO me-"
The thought was so pleasant to the
imaginative, romantic soul of little
Hetty that, forgetting to pour the milk
into the pans and set them away for
Of the churn, her head resting against
the wall, lost in her rosy hued day
dreams. With her hand in her imagina-
ry lovers, who wore suit Of light
blue velvet trimmed with silver braid.
ing, she was just making low cour-
tesy before the king of France when
her illusions were roughly dispelled by
the loud, hearty voice Of Simon Kemp
ster, who having seen his adored Het
ty enter the dairy, followed in hel
wake to have chat with her. From
the excessive heat and the exercise OF
carrying sack Of potatoes long dis
lance Simon's face was red and per.
spring; his rough suit Of homespun
unbuttoned at the throat, soiled and
shabby, hung loosely on his sturdy fig
ure, and his broad farming hat made
Of reeds was torn and broken at the
edges. He laid down the sack and en-
tered.
Startled from her brilliant dreams
by Simon's appearance, Hetty's
thoughts fed from the court Of the
king of France and fastened them
selves upon matters of the present, the
most important of which were the full
milk pals. Springing off the churn and
returning Simon's pleased grin with an
/ absent smile Of greeting, she proceeded
to fill the row of pewter pans with the
white foaming milk.
| fHniAS nhuoeii +" DIS uAoneu Ia !.
Simon watched her from his place at
the door with admiring eyes. 1t oc-
CURED to him that Hetty had never be-
fore looked SO pretty. The red color in
her cheeks had heightened; her eyes
were brighter; she held her little head
higher, and in his estimation went
about her homely task in the same
manner as would have queen. Look
ing at her white throat he thought of
the silver heart lying on her fair bosom,
| that he had given her and that she had
received with so much pleasure = @
sweet secret safe between him and
Hetty-and his honest heart gave g
great throb
Stepping to- her side he ASKED her fol