The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1906-01-21

/ He winketh with his eyes he speak
eth with his feet, he teacheth with MS
! fingers; he deviseth mischief con-
- Therefore shall his calamity come
suddenly; suddenly shall he be broken
without remedy.
1t was morning-the cool of the
morning. The pigeons were gossiping
under the barn caves. In the apple
tree a robins song throbbed at inter-
walls, and the jays were chattering in
cessantly in the cherry trees by the
fence. The dew was still on the grass
that lay in the parallelogram of shade
made by the Sears dwelling, and in the
twilight of grass land all the elf-peo-
= pie were whispering and tittering and
Scampering about in surreptlt1OuS
revel. The breeze of dawn, tired and
worn out, was sinking to a fitful doze
in the cottonwood foliage near by. In
the lattice of the kitchen porch two
butterflies were chasing their little
brethren, the sun flecks, in and out
among the branches of the climbing
rose. Even the humble burdOck weeds
and sunfiOwers lining the path that led
to the gate seemed to be exalted by
the breath of the morning air, and
they were not out of harmony with the
fine, high chord of ecstacy that was
in that hour, James Sears stood near
a rain barrel. bObbing up and down
on a churn handle. with d big green
checked Bingham apron tied about his
neck. His back ached, and his heart
was full of bitterness at the scheme
of creation, For it was Saturday
mOrning-his by every law, precedent
or tradition known or reported in the
court of BOyville. But instead Of in
haling the joys of the new day, James,
whose eourtly name was Jimmy"
looked for yellow granules on the
dasher, and promised God that, if He
would let him grow uD, his little boy
should never have to churn.
Any boy knows that it is a degrad-
ing thing to chuTn, and he further
knows that to wear a green checked
apron is unspeakably OdiOus; however.
If the disgusting thing is tied under a
boys arms, from whence it may be
slipped down over the hips and knees
to the ground. by certain familiar
twists of the body, the case is not alb
solutely hopeless. But Jimmy Sears's
apron strings were tied about his
neck; so his despair was black and
abysmal. Once In a while Jimmy's
bosom became too heavily freighted,
and he paused to sigh. He cheered
himself up on these occasions by lick
ing the churn-dasher slyly. but the
good cheer on the dasher was a stimu-
liant that left him more miserable than
it found him. Ever and anon from
some remote chamber in the house be
him, came the faint, gasDing cry of
a day-Old baby. That cry drowned the
cooling of the doves. the song of the
robin and the chiTping of the dwellers
IN the grass; to Jimmy the bleat of
the little human lamb sounded like
the roar of a lion. He could endure
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patience born Of something APP
preaching a philosophy; he could wear
q checked Bingham apron, even as g
saint wears an UnbecOming halo: but
the arrival of the new baby-the fifth
addition to the family in the short
period of years covered by Jimmy
Searsr ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS a prickly Dill
,sof wrath and dropped it in the youths
Ebrimful cup of woe. As the minutes
dragged YEARLY along, Jimmy Sears
reviewed the story of his thraldOm
He thought of how, in his shOrt-dresS
days, he had been put to rocking {
cradle; how, in his killed days. there
had ever been a baby's calico dress tC
consider; how, from his earliest fish.
ing days, there had been always a to-
tagging after him, throwing sticks and
stones in the water to scare the fish
and how, now in his swimming and
cave-dwelling days. there was {
swarm of Searses, a creeper. a toddler
a stumbler and a sneaker to run away
from.
As the churn-dasher grew heavier
the wrath in Jimmys cup began t.
sputter, dissolving into that which il
his older sisters heart would have
been tears: in Jimmy's heart. il tool
the form of cOnvulsive shifting. TIL,
boy could hear his sister Gathering tn,
breakfast dishes in the kitchen. TIL,
thing that ground upon his heart wa:
the firm football OF Mrs. Jones. a neigh
Dor woman, who was overseeing tn,
affairs of the household. Jimmy could
not remember hearing that fOotsteI
except in times of what seemed to hin
to be the famiIy's disgrace. He hated
Mrs. Jones because she tried to COO
his ire by describing the superior
points of the particular new baby tina
had arrived each time she came uDOI
errands Of neighbOrly mercy. Just a!
the yellow granules began to appear
in the buttermilk pool on the churn
top Jimmy heard a step on the grave
walk behind him. The step came
nearer. When Jimmy lifted his eyes
they glaTed into the face of Harold
Jones. ChOler cooled into surprise
and surprise exploded into q vapid
by another "Huhw that gurgled ou
into real laugh as Jimmy greeted
the visitor. The Jones boy giggled
and Jimmy found his tongue anC
asked: Did you ever churn?" WheI
Harold admitted that he. too. was
slave of the churn, the freemasOnTy o
Boyville was established. A mOmen
later "Mealy was Harold
title in the court-was exemplifyint
the work. When Mrs. Jones came on
of the house to take care Of the butte
she saw her son and Jimmy lying OF
the grass. Half an hour later the boy
In the barn heard Mrs. Jones's vOic
calling: Harold, o Harold, don't yo1
want to come and look at the baby :?
Now James Sears, in the twenty
four hours of his new sisters life, hai
not let the fact of her existence form
expression on his lips. Much less ha'
he lowered his hostile flag to salut
her. But he knew instinctively tina
Harold Jones was the sort OF a DO.
who would unsex himself by looking