The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1905-11-05

game of checkers with Susie became so
enthralling a passion that it was only
adjourned from one evening to another.
Aliens white shirts grew fringy at the
edges with fatigue-duty, and his large
hands were furry at the fingers with
much soap. Susie s affectionate heart,
which had been swayed moment from
it's orbit by the irresistible attraction of
BERTHE Icons diamond breastpin and
city swagger, swung back to it's ancient
course under the mild influence of time
and the weather and opportunity. So
that Dame Barringer was not in the
least surprised, on entering her little
parlor one soft afternoon in that very
May, to see the two young people
economically occupying one chair, and
Susie shouting the useless appeal,
"Mother, make him behave!'
'I never interfere in young folks ,
matters, especially when they'r going
all right,'' said the motherly old soul,
kissing "her son Allen' and trotting
away to dry her happy tears.
I am almost ashamed to say how
soon they were married-so soon that
when Miss Susan went with her mother
to Keokuk to buy a wedding garment
she half expected to find, in every shop
she entered, the elegant figure Of Mr..
Leon leaning over counter. But the
dress was bought and made, and worn
at wedding and in fair and in a round
of family visits among the Barringe1
and Golyer kin, and carefully laid away
in lavender when the pair came back
from their modest holiday and settled
down to real life on Allen IS prosperous
farm: and no word of BERTHE Leor
ever came to Mrs. Golyer to trouble hel
ioy. In the calm of busy life the very
name faded from her tranquil mind
These wholesome country hearts do not
bleed long. In that wideawake country
eyes are too useful to be wasted il
weeping. My dear Lothario Urbanus
those peaches are very sound and de
licious, but they will not keep forever
If you do not secure them today, they
will 90 to someone else, and in no case
as the autocrat hath said with author
ity, can you stand there "mellering Zen
with your thumb.'
There was no happier home in tn
, country and few finer farms. The goo
sense and industry of Golyer and tn
practical helpfulness Of his wife foun
| their full exercise in the care of hi
| spreading fields and growing orchard
The Warsaw merchants fought for hi
= wheat, and his apples were known
: st. Louis. Mrs. Golyer, with that spic
l of romance which is hidden away
2 every woman s heart, had taken sp
ci al fancy to the Seeding apple tire
. at whose planting she had so intimatel
a assisted. Allen shared in this, as j
all her whims, and tended and nursed
u like child. In time he gave up tt
care Of his orchard to other hands, bl
d he reserved this Seeding for his oW
:, especial coddling. He spaded an
\ mulched and pruned it, and guarded
s in the: winter from rodent rabbits ar
J. in summer from terebrant grubs.
t was not ungrateful. It grew a mob
d tree, producing a rich and luscious frui
with a deep scarlet satin coat, and
f flesh tinged as delicately as a pir
q seashell. The first peck Of apples w
r given to Susie with great ceremon
Q and the next year the first bushel w
d carried to Colonel Blood, the congress
n man. He was loud in his admiratio
}, az the autumn elections were comil
j. on: "Great Scott, Golyer! I'd rath
e give my name to a horticultoor