The Sauk Centre herald., 1908-01-02

81 dropped it in here and came back
to look for it. Eunice had picked it
up and was going to give it to me-
"Och, weIlr' the farmer nodd ed, pass
ing it on to him. Kinross as he took
1t looked hard at Eunice to see how
she received his impromptu fiction, but
her eyes were yelled and he could not
read her face.
well" added Morningstar turning
to leave. you hurry on in. Eullice."
lie went away, but Eunice did not SC
much as glance at kinrosS when they
were again alone for il moment. She
kept right on with hCr WORK OF ln""in"
herself down with her ware ana then
without word started for ;A@ house.
He had been wondering whether il
would be misplaced galantrE to offer
to help her carry in her crooks and
things, and by the time she was ready
to go he had decided against it. But
Just as she reached the springlouse
door he bethought him to return the pa
per to her.
Quickly folding it into the smallest
possible compass, he stepped to her side
and held it out to her.
Cant you conceal it about your
She turned white again as he spoke
to her '.Please hide it behind the
churn," she said, not raising her eyes
and speaking breathlessly, land shall
find it this evening"
Every WELL"
She was gone and he turned back to
do her bidding and was rising from his
STOPPING position when again shadow
darkened the doorway, and he looked
up to see Eunice, with Il face white to
the iips and still laden with her wares.
standing On the threshold.
"Wil you please tell me-" she began,
and he had to take step nearer to
catch her low spoken words, "whO is
this Andrew Carnegie:"
He stared ut her for an instant un-
comprehendingly. "'This Andrew Car
negieT"
"Of whom the newspapers make fire.
quent mention"
"Oh," he said. you ask who IS he!'
eff | knew / could perhaps under
stand better what l read in your news
papers
"You never heard of him before |
came here with my newspapers?'
NO Is he perhaps book agent OF
is he not real person at all, but only a
hero, like the Count Of Monte CristO:'
"He is very real person, indeed;
ol in, 1,0f
people call well fixed you know; has
enough to worry through on without
working. He's all the things you
gueSSed-a book agent, Il hero, a Monte
Cristo-with Il few more thrown in."
"Oh" she said, gazing at him with
bright eyes.
The next instant the springhOuse
door was again clear. She was gone.
But he stood still and waited. Maybe
she would come back second time.
And anyway he was too spellbound
with establishment to move.
But she did not return, and he sat
down Oh the stone steps of the well to
think it out.
In spite of her simplicity, how supe'
rior she seemed to the rest of the fam
lily! None OF the rest Of them would
have cared enough about reading the
papers to have risked old Morning
stars anger. There was something
even in her speech that arrested his
attention. "Of whom the newspapers
make frequent mention" Of whom.
So very grammatical. No one else in
the family would have said 'of
whom" And her reference to Mcnte
Cristo. Rather surprising. To know
about Monte Cristo and never to have
heard Of Andrew Carnegie-what an
anomaly!
Another thing. She had looked scar
ed half to death upon his discovering
her with the forbidden newspaper, but
when the petty tyrant Of the household,
before whom his own son and daughter
cringed, appeared on the scene she had
met his approach with cool Indifference.
Her evident bashfulness would not eX-
plain her extreme agitation with him
self
When, a little later, he rose to go to
the house he had come to no conclusion
about her at all.