Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1906-03-08

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tered i~ndolently to the small window
II looked across at the pine woods.
IL was one of those COUNTRY windows
to open which demands strength which
Is as the strength of ten and which.
when opened, refuse to be closed again
save with the archaic force of a bat
tering ram.
Even though | do live in a Harlem
fat" pondered Kitty Graham, I've
beer accustomed to windows that re.
manned up without any visible means
of support. Since I've come TO the
Berkshires I've learned better. Seems
to me that one volume of Thackeray
doesn't keep the window up high
enough" She gazed ~searchingly about
the room. II reckon one of my high
heeled slippers will about do it." and
she inserted that bit of personal prop
erty with no mean skill, so that the
heel raised the sash two or three inches
higher.
THAT isn't much" she concluded, a
trifie warm with the exertion, but it's
something. And how delicious that
pine fragrance is" She bent her pref
ty head so that her little nose drew In
long breaths of the sweet air. Then,
picking up her letter, she went down
stairs.
Mrs. Barnes" came Miss Graham's
silvery voice from the hall, shall /
leave my letter here OF the table? Or
Is ii too late for the %butcherT'
''Sakes alive! Yes. He was here
fore you was up" returned Mrs.
Barnes cheerfully from her rocking
chair on the front piazza. But maybe
there'll be somebody along presently
on the way to North Adams. You
might stick it in the railing In case
anybody does come she added.
Kitty sauntered to the fence and
leaned over the railing. But no one
was In sight.
Suppose | walk over to North Ad-
M myself" suggested she. is it
far?" She tapped the belated envelope
against her small white teeth.
Lana, yes, cnlld! us
The gate Of the 'other house, creak-
ed as it vas pulled open. They could
always hear that gate creak. Mrs.
Barnes stopped rocking and looked up
the road.
Here comes Professor Thornton"
she said placidly. But, of course, we
couldn't ask him."
"H'm!' murmured Kitty absently.
"Why not?"
The professor was a tall, aristocrat-
&c looking man of middle g As he
approached, followed by a handsome
collie, Kittie went to the gate and held
out her letter with a frank, winning
smile.
"lf you're going to the Village would
you mind mailing this for me?" said
she gravely. Il should be very much
obliged"
Mrs. Barnes from the rocker on the
piazza looked at the girl with mild
reproach, but me- no glance of apology.
Kitty's wide gray eyes were following
Professor Thornton's aristocratic fig
ure down the road and evolving some
questions. She turned abruptly.
"Who is he? Why did you hesitate
about asking him? Don't you think
he'll mail it all right? It's to mother,
and it's very important, and you don't
think he'll drop it. do your
And what Mrs. Barnes thereupon
told her was in substance If not in
words something like this:
He was Professor Hamilton Thornton
of New York city, serving as his mis-
tress star eyed science. But of Won
an with a capital w and her Ways
(another capital w he was totally ig-
norant. The iciest of iced water was
warm, so rumor had it. to the look he
bestowed upon women.
And how ever you braced up spunk
enough to ask him to mail that letter."
concluded Mrs. Barnes, rocking way
back, Il don't know"
"Ho, HUM" yawned Kitty. "Well,
the woods for mine" And with a nod
of farewell she passed out of the gate.
Over the slippery needles she went
till she reached a tall tree whose shaft
went straight up. not bothering itself
with branches for thirty feet. Here
she threw herself down and leaned
back In the embracing roots, plying
the people I'm towns and heaving a
sigh Of satisfaction.
IF only dear mother could be with
me, though" said she mentally, "but Of
course it's impossible. oh, this power
ty stricken workaday world" She
couldn't help thinking of the pretty lit
tie estate In Virginia which yielded
nothing and of the subsequent hard
ship which she and her frail, delicate
mother were enduring.
"Well, the doctor said IL I'd stop fret
ting and would try to enjoy every mo-
ment of my month here In these fra
grant hills I'd be all right for my win
ter work, so I'm only going to think Of
pleasure and-and braclng things"
And while the resinous bark gave forth
its spicy smell, reclining against the
roots OF the pine tree, she lazily watch
ed the small and active Insects which
went pottering about the needles and
moss Of soft earth.
"Oh. it's delicious and restful-so
restful.'' sighed she, stretching her
arms above her head.
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