The Eureka sentinel. [volume] (Eureka, Nev.) 1902-current, 1908-07-06

EN-" b said decidedly
work with a will.
Stephen obeyed. Seems to me yoT
are rather little to be bossing youl
elders" he said. with a fash Of bis
much dreaded fun.
Ann hung her head and blushed un'
comfortably. She considered 1t a dis
grace to be so small, IN opinion shared
by her dressmaker.
AIt's much as ever that / can find
where Ann wright's waist begins or
ends" complained the latter individual
bitterly. .-She's all waist. Nights
well try TO at a broomstick. Best
can do is to hang her clothes on her
and let it go at that. With her sister
Belle, now, it's different"
So Ann meekly accepted the dress
makers hanglngs and surveyed with
longing Bellies plump proportions. She
sighed the morning of May IS as, at .
o'clock, she donned her short blue den
i'm skirt and looked at her small but
muscular arms, white down to the ell
bows and brown beyond. She took
pride and comfort In her garden, but
she wished her hands were as white as
Bellies.
Her face lighted as she opened the
gate In her hedge and saw Stephen
leaning on one Of the line fence posts
impatiently awaiting her. In his new
role as gardener, with overalls n big
hat and with that odd expression of
dependence on his clean cut face. he
did not seem to her half as formidable
as the Stephen Long who had for ten
years gayly sauntered through the
hearts of half the girls in Bridgeport
his own untouched: danced at thelr
weddings and stood godfather to their
babies.
81 tell you what" be began as soon
as Ann appeared, I'm glad to see
some one looming over the horizon VINO
knows a trife about gardening. What
are you going to plant next?'
Nothing" replied Ann promptly.
aThis morning I'm going to SOW things
onions, for instance"
To her own surprise. her voice was
mIschievous. A strange feeling of buoy
ancy possessed her. The sun was send
ing red heralds up from the east to pro-
claim a perfect day. Belle was asleep,
unconscious Of the drama of the gar
den, and S~tephen-well, Stephens eyes
were smiling at her, but not just as
they smiled On the public at large.
"Mother isn't up yet" he began hest
tatingly. $50 / brought along a rag n
a string He paused and held a hand
out to her appealingly. 1t was the mem
Der wounded the previous morning.
Ann promptly dropped her hoe ana
attended to her surgery.
"say," began Stephen suddenly,
watching the operation. "do you al
WAYS wear that bonnet in the gardenY'
eyes" returned Ann innocehtly, "al-
ways"
Stephen sighed. 81 should think It
would be awfully hot away back In
there" meditatively gazing within as
Ann raised her head.
But the bonnet slowly shaken was
the only reply. In some ways It's
wearer could not see beyond Its pro-
iecting sides. For fifteen minutes 81
lence reigned in the gardens. Ann
worked with her back to the wire
fence lest Belle should chance to see
her through the little gate. She drew
the end Of her hoe handle along the
smoothed surface of her yard square
onion plot and was carefully dropping
the seeds when a voice Of triumph
sounded behind her:
'Pve finished mine. Now what are
you going to plant nextf" There was
a step beside her, and the voice of tri-
umph became a voice Of dismay. "Je-
ru-sa-lem! Is that the way you fix
'emY
Ann turned and glanced into the
next garden. Eyes. What have you
doneT'
Stephen stuffed his hands deep in
his overalls pockets. "Me? Why. /
sowed 'em broadcast" He removed
one hand and motioned as though SOW
ing oats.
Again Ann was ~coifvulsed with
mirth. "How-how would you weed
them II they came up thick all overY'
Stephen wormed a toe into the soft
soil. Weed! Why, l nev thought
about the wedding. l think" quite
humbly, "that l better stick to the
store and give up gardening"
AIMS heart unaccountably sank. So
did her sunbonnet.
"No, / won't, either,' with sudden
energy. "If you'll bolster me up with
advice, I'll stick to it."
AIMS heart unaccountably arose. So
did her sunbonnet.
LETS swap work this morning.
proposed Stephen a moment later, and
Ann agreed.
Next morning shortly after five
she found Stephen smoothing over
her carrot plot just south Of the on
Ions. 81 thought I'd begin" he ex'
planned a little shamefacedly, sin your
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