Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1906-06-07

'sho0ed" them again to the field of her
neighbor.
'Confound her impudence!" said
Forrest Il don't care now If she does
see me. I'll go right down now md
bounce her saucy black sooundreis."
She was standing in her field wilfully.
mo, don't care If she does see rle,"
he repeated. But perhaps he did, at
least, in that particular garb, for he
donned ragged coat and crumpled
hat before proceeding along the hill.
Il think, maybe, she won't be so anx-
tous to get me-" he unused, If she
thinks I'm a blooming hobo" =
But why should the spirit of Forrest
be proud? The woman across the way
was so very far from wanting to get
him as even to avoid her fields il she
thought him abroad in his. She trem-
bled daily lest he come to her door,
| or across the creek, to pour 5000
tale of love and alteration in her
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 Uncle James,
as 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.
"Oh! oh! my Abby!' chuckled For
rest, "you undertake to make scare
crow of yourself, see. Well, my dot
ing Gfddygreens, should very much
enjoy removing my hat in acknow-
Judgement of your eminent fitness,
only fear you'd think me proposing.
But if you can be a scarewoman, I can
also be scareman, which same kind
! ly remember"
He planted himself on the slope, and
the crows went off in dismay.
Then stood the two, distantly glazing
at each other, and telegraphing hate
messages along the filmy lines of web
that spiders had stretched between.
"Thls will never d." unused Forrest.
'Tll fetch proxy, that'n make her
wild" Forthwith he proceeded to
build a regulation scarecrow, of mas
culine mein, that tapped it's sleeves in
the wind in vacuous ecstacy.
Was Abigail so disconnected? No,
not Abigail. She caused to be erected
a female scarecrow, on the hill that
was hers, with a bonnet on its head,
and string about it's slender, unbend-
ing waist. 1t too waved it's arm!css
sleeves.
that was wrought by the zephyr thai
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 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 tho
woman sweetly, and move her bonnet
in a manner quite coquettish.
To say that the owners of the figures
were indignant would be utterly mad
equate, they were right down mad enG
outraged. They were also ashamed 10
pull the wooing figures down, for that
would be indeed a confession that the
spooning antics had been noticed. AT
the end of a week the zephyr mad
loosened the joints of the scare-couple
to such an extent that their frantic ef-
forts to embrace across the vale wera
nearly equalled by their shameless
bowling and scraping from morning
till night.
Abigail meditated flight. Forces
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, "Ill get away from this and q
to seek Miss Rockland."
Early one morning, while the vari-
GUS preliminaries of a thunderstorm
we're being completed, young Boreas
the clustering brother of Zephyr, came
tearing up the creek-vale and issued
forth at the top as a whirlwind, inal
scudded hither and yon, and up the
hills and down. When he had gone he
landscape was utterly innocent Of
re-people- 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 tool
in the lay Of the country, Hello! tn
doggone wind has leveled our Beat
Brummel, too. He walked to the place
where the beau had fourished and fount
only a hole in the ground.
Down to the creek and through en-
folding willows Forrest went Comm;
at length to little clearing, he leapet
the brook-to find himself face to fac
with Abigail, who likewise sought he
departed ''crow." 49,. r. "
What" he cried, 'you-Miss Rock
) land!" -..
you-Mr. Leslie?" sh
answered. <E@. ,.,e