The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1905-04-14
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Their Wedding Trip.

When May Douglas married Tom
Davis everyone said she had done
we'll. There were those who limited,
although quite vaguely, that perhaps
Tom might have done better for him
self. IT'S true no sweeter, prettier
bride could have been found, even ha d
Tom gone to the big crowded city to
hunt for her, but, as old Mrs. Horner
said, "How can any man expect a girl
like May to make butter!'
May was the only daughter of the
village postmaster and she had hand
ed out sweet purfumed notes to the
country boys and girls ever since she
was big enough. 1t seemed her de-
partment, and almost unconsciously
her farther handed her certain tinted
envelopes to sort while he tucked away
the larger, coarser ones in the line OF
cubby holes beside his window. May
had her own window. square frame
of brown wood, from which she looked
out for all the world like a dainty
winsome picture.
1t was thele that Tom first saw her
with her roguish eyes and dane ing
golden curls. He fell in love with her
the minute she nodded her head.
"Good morning, sir" she said, pleas.
antly. They needed no introduction
after that.
Tom was strapping big fellow
handsome after the fashion Of prize
fighter or blacksmith. He had OBJ.
tained this strength from the college
gymnasium and football field. He had
come home to the old farm now, and
contrary to tradition was going to put
his education to practical use. He did
not drink a drop of intoxicating liq.
uors; in fact, was model young man,
and one whom any girl was fortunate
in the love of. He had been home less
than month when his father, satisfied
that his duty was done, died, leaving
his farm to his deserving son.
Tom was farmer by nature. There
are great many different kinds oi
natures more or less alike, but the
farmers is something separate and
distinct from the others.
Tom took his round-faced bride
home. They did not take a wedding
trip, as it was planting season and the
spring was late.
"You do not mind, May, do you?"
Tom asked.
ooh, nc!'' she had responded, and
if she was disappointed it would have
taken a keener insight into character
than Tom possessed to have detected
the little choke in her voice.
Help was hard to get, and within a
few weeks little Mrs. Davis was reduc-
ed to l4-year-old g'rl who spent her
time hunting eggs. No matter how
many times May called to her, she
was always down to the barn.
eyes, ma'am, I'm coming" she
would respond, and then not come un-
til May had washed the dishes herself.
or done whatever task she had wanted
L zzie to do.
There were so many dishes, too.
May used to wonder where they all
came from. Then there were all the
milk pals and crooks which Tom
seemed to be continually bringing in.
He did the churning after Lizzie had
ruined the cream three times, hut he
showed May how to work the butter
and make it out into little half-pound
rolls. She heard Mrs. Horner say
how proud 1t made every farmers wife
feel, no II after how tired one was when
she viewed long line OF butter rolls.
Il must be more tired than the 9th.
er w'men," she sighed, "for they do
not ii | me wi; pride"
The poor little woman had tried to