Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1905-06-03
non-comndttally. as he helped Dacrs to

eggs and ham.
No." said the clubman composedly. II
er-eirninates clods and makes the soil--
er-spongy. / shall finish 1t after supper.
Your Georgia moonlight is as good as day.
Something like suppressed culver hick-
cred at the corner of the justices mouth
Later on the culver deepened to smile
as he sat alone on his piazza Presently he
began to draw long breaths of content from
his corn-eob pipe.
Upstairs Miss Mathews was weeping Dit
terly in her room.
ooh. sllame-what will he ever think OF
us?' she sobbed. And oh. he can never
pillow that field right! 1t takes long time
there he is toiling in the moonlight. and ia
Their out there smoking as If nothing was
happening. oh, wish l was dead!
Then, being q courageous GIRL she suo-
denly dashed away her tears and began
to do UP her cloud of hair with rapid.
anxious little twists.
NO. no, don't want to be dead. because
then l couldn't help him. and | just must
all night?p
Half an hour later her father went to
bed He stopped at his daughters door
for la goodnight kiss, and she gave II, Ike
an artful mink, though she was boiling IN
sidr. Once the judge was safe in bed
she hurried UP to the roof outlook. Yes,
there toiled the outraged white mule: BE,
hind her, buggy whip In hand, staiked
DdCT6, HIS SOouly Height Ou'AiASo Uoe~
the sky.
..Oh. oh, how tired he must be-" she
moaned. '"There-he's stopped to rest-poor
fellow. oh, just know he's aching all
over"
That was quite true. 1t was nearly ~
o'clock and Dacre surveying his twisted
burrows with fierce resentment thought
perhaps he might pillow the better Tor III
tie rest.
He tied Calphurnia and lay down In
fence corner just for very few moments.
Fifteen minutes elapsed and still Cal
phurnia was not disturbed. The inquire
watching above guessed how matters stooo.
Then an idea of rescue crossed her fertile
woman's brain She darted down stairs.
When the yard gate opened. Bell, the
grizzled mastif, saw pretty lad, OF appar-
emily sixteen, hurrying up the road to the
turnpike patch. The boys trousers We're of
ample Gus, and he was funny sight as he
ran. rough shooting jacket covered the
lads shoulders, torn felt hat was on ms
turnip ground Dacre was sleeping like the
dead and did not stir. Only Calphurnla
turned and blnked hopefully, thinking she
would be led home.
two small, determined hands on her lines.
Straight and true dipped the pillow point
in the bright moonlight; straight and true
1t kept to the line; steadily, briskly the
mule now forged ahead.
When Jennie was twelve her father had
nearly lost everything, and she had helped
him to cultivate the home patches, as man
fully as If she had been boy Her deli
cate wrists and perfectly turned ankles
were like steel in consequence and the old
skill, so patiently acquired, came back to
her.
On and on she plowed exultantly, quietly.
kissing her orders through small, white
teeth singing Calphurnia into action as she
never had been stung before.
In the hands of an expert the Job was
not a long one. There had been but
MI Of la,,1 of fny. NV -
justice. In two hours Jennie was on the
last furrow.
Then Calphurnia did a most contemplate
thing: She stopped in the middle OF the
last furrow, and lifting an indignant voice,
brayed her protests in tones which made
Dacre spring up like soldier Weakened by
a night alarm.
He saw a strange sight. Fair and per-
feet lay the once twisted burrows. Close
to him. in the last round, stood Calphurnia,
with outstretched neck, and open mouth,
winding up her protest, while at the plow
handle was a vexed and frightened figure,
who had forgotten her hat, and whose dis
ordered hair again cloaked her shoulders,
while her great dark eyes turned shame
facedly. and half in fright, to Dacre.
Sunday morning broke in cool beauty.
The justice enjoyed his breakfast i'm
mensely, and the meal was finished before
he inquired amiably of Dacre:
Finish up last night?"
Eyes sir" said the clubman quietly.
Cant wo inspect it together after break
fast?"
ooh, certainly; Jennie you come, too. l
want you to see how intelligently a mil
lionaire son can plow."
He chuckled inwardly as he remembered
the omnous webbing of Calphurnias fig
ure. when he had last seen her. He knew
Calphurnia's scornful opinion of novice.
But when the justice arrived at the field,
he was astonished. He turned suspiciously
to Dacre:
Look here, young fellow did you hire
any man or boy to pillow this patch for
your"
mo man or boy has touched these fur
rows" said Dacre promptly. And now,
Mr.. Mathews, won't you consider me as a
son-in-law? I'll learn to be ripping good
farmer, If you will"
The justice sighed. 81 guess I'll have
to-" he said. You're a remarkable man.