Dakota farmers' leader. (Canton, S.D.) 1890-19??, 1906-04-27

Of gray golden tinsel. l say nothing of
your chin, new reaped, nor of the YER
nal daffodil in your buttonhOle, for
dications Of affection. l wore a daffodil
myself the. other day. and l shave
three times a week, though rot in the
evening. Not quite SO fast, please"
Have it your W way" said Billy.
ut happens to be green CASTLE soap,
which I am going to exchange for
white at the drugstore, and l tied it
with the string that came off Mollie's
weekly consignment, because it was
handy, but if you like to consider it
anything else you're welcome to-"
Let me tell you of a little incident
of my own young days" said Sept
mus. II was nee young-and foolish.
as many young people are. l fell IN
love. 1t wasn't CASTLE soap, green or
white; it was just the plain, old-fash-
Toned moonyr loony, sheep-eyed, calf
Drained, sonet writing, furnace signing
emotion that finds it's expression in DAFT
fodils and Unsettled packages TODAY.
l called frequently. l sat in the back
parlor and OF the front veranda, ac-
cording to the season.. You may not
believe this, William"
Say, honest, Mr.. Warriman, I've got
to hurry" protested Billy.
You can wait here a moment" said
Septimus, catching hold of a coat but
ton. 1.-THE drugstore doesn't close un-
I'll IN n'o1noly orI Two ,>o,I, a-:,. ,
my little story. We became t%entavely
engaged. 1 lay stress on the quaIif-
cations-tentatively, mind you.
"One pleasant morning in the early
spring we set out together for n ram
BILE through the woods and fields. l
don't think I shall ever forget that
morning. The sun was warm and
bright and the breeze balmy, the birds
were caroling blithely and all nature
semed In sympathy with our happiness.
I don't think, ardently as l had always,
admired her, 1 had ever seer my adored
one look more beautiful. She wore q
light-colored frock of some f1imsy ma
terial and n hat decorated with the
most lovely little flowers you can i'm
agine. Talk about YOU spring hats.
I've never seen a hat that came up to
that one. 1t was a peach, William. 1t
was the first time that she had worn it.
We found some violets on tie bank of a
stream and we culled 'em. And then
I discovered q wild currant bush that
had a little blossom on it, and I gath
cred that in. And then we sat down
on q messy old log together and watch
ed a squirrel frisk along a rail fence.
and we just had a dickens of a good
time, when all of a sudden something
cold and wet fell on my nose.
It's raining cried the fair girl.
ooh, my hat!' .
I'VE got up and started for shelter.
The nearest was an old shed about half
q mile away and we had to 20 over
plowed ground to get to it. Raini L
should say it did rain: It poured. The
girl had gathered up her skirts and was
making pretty good time, regardless,
but she stopped and began to unite her
hat strings. They had strings to 'em
then.
"'Give It to me- I said. I'll put It
under my coat She handed it over
and forged ahead again, and we had
nearly reached the shed when l stub
bed my foot against a root and went
headlong, on top of the bat, into a
puddle. I'm bound to say she didn't
laugh ct me. I was foelish enough to
feel grateful to her for that at first.
1--WE got into the shed. which, how
over, shed very little, and I took out
the ruins Of the hat.
..I think you might kaye brooght
On umbrella she said, rather sharply.
Her tone was q shock to me. but I