The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1905-10-29

copyright, 1905, by J. B. Lippincott Coz
u N bit of green pasture that rose,
E1 nd bst Hs sndsG 70 pra tnS table end
Il widened out descending to the wet
and willowly sands that border the
Great river, broad-shouldered young
man was planting an apple-tree one
sunny spring morning when Tyler was
president. The little valley was shut
in on the south and east by rocky hills,
patched with the immortal green of
,edars and gay with clambering column
Dimes. In front was the Mississippi, re-
posing from its plunge over the rapids,
md idling down among the golden sand
oars and the low, moist islands, which
we're looking their loveEest in their new
spring dresses Of delicate green.
The young man was digging with a
certain vicious energy, forcing the
spade into the black, crumbling loan
With movement full of vigor and
malice: His straight, black br9ws were
lnitted till they formed one dark line
)ver his deep-set eyes His beard was
lot yet old enough to hide the massive
outline of his firm, square jaw. In the
Jet teeth, in the clouded face, in the
lalf-articulate EXPLANATIONS that shot
rom time to time from the compressed
Ups, it was easy to see that the thoughts
# the young horticulturist were far
rom his work.
oath thru the hazel-thicket that skirted
he hillside, and putting plump brown
land ON the topmost rail of the fence
raulted lightly over, and lit on the soft,
pringy turf with a thud that an.
.ounced q wholesome and liberal archi-
ecture. 1t is usually expected of poets
nd lovers that they shall describe the
aides Of their love as so airy and deli
ate in structure that the flowers they
nd spirits by the visitation. But not
icing a poet or in love, we must ad
nit that there was no resurrection fol
he larkspurs and pansies upon which
he little boots Of Miss Susie Barringe1
anded.
Yet she was not Of the coarse peasant
ype, though her cheeks were so rosy
to cause her great heaviness of heart
n Sunday mornings, and her blue lawn
ress was as full as it could afford from
houlders to waist. She was neat
earty, and very pretty country girl
18th a slightly freckled face, and rip
led brown hair, and astonished blue
yes, but perfectly self possessed an6
raceful as young quail,
+ \ 4
A young mans ears are quick t.
atch the rustling Of woman's dress
he flight of this plump bird in it's fut
ering blue plumage over the fence-rai
aused our young man to look up from
is spading: the scowl was routed from
Is brow by a sudden incursion O.
lushes, and his mouth was attacked b.
n awkward smile.
The young lady nodded and was hur
wing past. The scowl came back il
orce, and the smile was repulsed from
Re bearded mouth with great loss
Miss Tudie, are you in hurry?'
The lady thus addressed turned ant
lid, in a voice that was half pert ant
/, I've told you dozen times not t
Ill me that redicklis name.''
"Why, Tudie, I hain't never calle
Oh nothing else sence you was littl
10 so high. You ort to know yer owl
anne, and you give yerself that nam
hen you was yearling. Howsom
YER, eff you don It like it now, senc
we been to Jacksonville, recko,
isremember.'
The frank amende seemed to satisf
[iss Susie, for she at once interrunte
| the kindest manner: "Never min.C
Goyler: you can call me what yo
mind tor Then, as if conscious o
le feminine inconsistency, she charge
10 subject by asking, 'FWhat are 70
Ding to do with that great hole?-bi
Tough to bury fellow
Sim going to plant this here seet