The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1906-06-15

Forrest. * don't care now IL, she does
see me. I'll go right down now ont
bounce her saucy black scoundreis.'
She was standing in her field wilfully
mo, don't care if she does see RE,
he repeated. But perhaps he did, a!
least, in that particular garb, for he
donned ragged coat and a crumpieG
hat before proceeding along the hill
Il think, maybe, she won't be so anx-
ious to get me-" he unused, eff she
thinks I'm blooming hobo"
But why should the spirit of Forrest
be proud? The woman across the way
was so very far from vomiting to gel
him as even to avoid her fields ii she
thought him abroad in his. She tfem-
or across the creek, to pour $4,000
tale of love and alteration in ner
startled ears. She had long before Con-
cluded, with every indication of logic,
that she hated this person, suggested
as he was in the will of her ancient
distant relation, yclept UneSe James,
as a suitable future husband. And now,
to add further insult to the injury
caused by his presence on the opposite
farm, he drove his wretched crows IN
to every field she had. This specified
morning found her flushed, angry and
determined, hence her obstinate stand
against the birds.
ooh! oh! my Abby!' chuckled For
rest, you undertake to make scare
crow of yourself, see. Well, my dot
ing Giddygreens, l should very much
enjoy removing my hat in acknow-
Judgement of your eminent fitness,
only l fear you'd think me proposing.
But If you can be scarewomah, can
also be scareman, which same kind
ly remember
He planted himself on the slope, and
the crows went off in disnlay.
! Then stood the two, dist.lntly glaring
at each other, and telegraphing hate
messages along the filny lines of web
that spiders had stretched between.
This will never do" unused Forrest
''Ill fetch proxy, that'll make her
| wild" Forthwith he proceeded to
build a regulation scarce crow, of mas
culine mein, that tapped It's sleeves in
the wind in a vacuous ecstacy.
Was Abigail so disconnected? No,
not Abigail. She caused to be erected
female scarecrow, on the hill mat
was hers, with bonnet on its head,
and a string about it's slender, unbend-
ing waist, 1t too waved its arm,css
sleeves.
Now was strange duet enacted,
that was wrought by the zephyr that
waited through the vale of the creek
and weaved about the hills. Toying
with the scarecrows from behind. the
breeze would lift the sleeves, first Of
the scarewoman, next of the man, and
extend them forth towards each other,
on the hills, in a shocking and palpa-
BILE invitation to come" If the zephy~
were strong it would lean the scare
man forward and nod his head in GAL
lantry, and then go about and bend the
woman sweetly, and move her bonnet
in manner quite coquettish,
To say that-the owners of tho figures
were indignant would be utterly mad
equate, they were right down mad and
outraged. They were also ashamed 10
pull the wooing figures down, for that
would be indeed confession that the
spooning antics had been noticed At
the end of week the zephyr mad
loosened the joints of the scare-couple
to such an extent that their frantic eff
forts to embrace across the vale were
nearly equalled by their shameless
bowling and scraping from morning
till night
Abigail meditated flight. Forrest
thought of suicide, and of slipping
across in the night to do a personal
violence on the scarewoman, with an
ak.
"As soon as the hay is in,' he NUT
tered, "I'll get away from this and go
to seek Miss Rockland'
Early one morning, while the vari-
GUS preliminaries of a thunderstorm
were being compl sted, young Boreas,
the clustering brother of Zephyr, came
| tearing up the creek-vale and issued
| forth at the top as a whirlwind, inat
scudded hither and yon, and up the
hills and down. When he had gone he
landscape was utterly innocent of
scare-people-hats, bonents, and all.
Forrest was late upon the scene.
Thank goodness" he said aloud, the
storm pulled the scare-Abby out by
| the roots" Then he added as he took
in the lay of the country, Hello! the
doggone wind has leveled our Beau
Byummel, too. He walked to the place
where the beau bad flourished and found
only hole in the ground.
Down to the creek and through en-
folding willows Forrest went. Coming
at length to little clearing, he leaped
the brook-to find himself face to face
with Abigail, who likewise sought her
departed Grow
, What" he cried, 'you-Miss Rock
land!"
Oh-why-you-Mr Leslie?" she
answered
"My name is Leslie Forrest" then
said he, his face aglow with pleasan.
| emotions.
''Oh! and mine-is Umatilla Rock
land Smeethers-but IL sometimes
leave off the latter part" she said; and
Il