The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1905-03-23

sine summer ~0 no hrt experience, and
~ho stepped % unweariedly about the old
Kitchen. To Leas all the isrm--the clean,
shsdowy barn, the orchard ip which the
iudolent locusts droned, the nesting corn
delds-cslled, "Come out OF that kitchen,
and ni,y mt =
1 wonder, Lena ssked herself, II Cousin
Hannah ever wanted TO play. suppose
not. That's the Brisriey III Well, I'm
glad I've got Cousin Hannah, II | do have
10 he = BriArley now.
II seemed to Hannah that the farm d. owe
th m ike a taskmsster with lash. 10
jane, close together, comes the strswber-
res and the cherries before they are past
the red rsspberrIes and the currsnts; then
black raspberres and blsckberrief; and
while syour hspds are still stained from
these, apples and spples and apples Right
In the midst OF these, come the cucumber
pickles, and these on may keep close pick.
ed for your Ne: or else the proper inger
length will be grosn = hands ipsn In \
night.
Toe pile OF dollars 10 the ssvings.b snk
grew larger and larger. few more busy
summers aud there would be no mortgage
and Briarley Farm would be theirs indeed.
Bu', o dear, TO stand In midAugust and
look back over tummtr, and see no va
cant spot into which you could possibly
have ack, a holiday To look ahead and
see nothing but pickles, green tomatoes,
red tomatoes, cauli1)wer, cabbage, pick
lea, lasting on AID on into October
Hannah overton looked at her summer
and made resolution. To herself she
said;
She's young, and she'll still have time.
To Lena the said, as they sat at the tea
table
I'm goirg to borrow Hiram Hands team
and drive over to Caleb Miller's to see
about those ounces. You can manage the
apples without me, can't yous I'll weigh
the sugar to night. After I've feen Caleb,
III may be 90 on to Dayidstown. | cant
tell. I'll be gore all day, perhaps. III
take lunch with me In case | don't get
home for dinner. You won't mind being
left alone, since you be busys
Oh, no IN have chance to show
you how much can do In day all by
myself.
know that well enough already, ans
wered Hannah, with forced animation. She
always did feel Ike a sneak In the presence
Of the fierce Brisrley energy.
The next morning early Hannah drove
away. She was composed enough until she
was out Of tishs OF the house, then The
glpsy lights woke In her eyes
For a shor; distance the road skirted her
property. H.upsh l,oted at ber tidy II lie
with some resentment.
LIS q pity woman can't have time TO
epj)y her own farm she muttered. de-
clare I'm going to have some time of, II
do have to steal 1t from her. with q glance
back IN the direction OF the house.
At that little word came a sudden revul.
sion Of feeling, for Hannah knew that at
that moment her one wish was to have that
same person sitting beside her 10 the bug
~, ,ggirg along behind the old am bling,
amiabe horse, with holiday before them.
Hannah did 90 to Caleb Miller's bu. no
farther. She was honest In telling Lena |
that she did not know what she should do
afterward. What she did do was to turn
round. O
Left alone, Lena washed the breakfast 4
things with hands that trembled. She
swept the speckless kitchen floor ln nervous n
haste. For Just moment she stood sur 4
veyipg the shining plates Of sugar on the
table, the empty jelly tumblers cleaning 8
in the sur, the bushel basket hesped with
apples uuder the table. Then she turned 9
TO the range, where burned clear, steady q
fite, an excellent fire for islly; and after
q moments hesitation she turned cfi the '
drafts.
She ran into the pantry and quickly put a
up lunch for herself. She drew the O
shades Of the kitchen windows, took down
her sunbonnet from Its peg and closed the .
door behind her. Outside she turned and
IL: Il
Kitchen, I'm not coming back all day. b
I'm going to play with my farm
IL wasa lovely, lszy August morning 4
baby clouds were floating In the blue over d
head, there was droning Of bees 10 the
air, and warm summer odors we're breath e
ng from the mignonette bed ard the or. v
chard. [,
II you had been a wel-behaved and pro-
,aic hen on that farm, sou would have
thought that Lena had gone mad, but she
was only playing When she WAS q little
,rl she had climbed the orchard trees, and
swung on the forked branches, she had =
amped from the barn rsiters down into '
he fragrant hay she had wandered, sing '
ng, up ard down the avenues OF corn = !,
stalks.
She did Gil these things again. She lay y
IN her back under the orchard trees, and
listened TO a I'D how noisy the grass q
,an be with all the busy life that goes on
lown there. 50 the morning went on. ard
presently, Incredibly soon 1t seemed to
!. ma, ci,tant whistle 10 the village Of D
b)omed out the noon hour.
Time for me to have nv pcDic! cried u
-eus, jumping up. She would have 1t
1st where the used sometimes to carry her
uppers on that Walt long ago. She had o.
ate forgotten tbst on the frat occasion IL ~
lad been ber cousin Hannah who bad show
d Der the spot. -
You follow the stone wall, oyergrown !, =
si.h wild ro,e vines, You dip down the "
III GU. Of tisht Of the house, Of the BAN
nd on you 20 until you reach the cleare,t ,
4 little brotk K, running through the sreen. q
At af meadows