The herald and news. [volume] (Newberry S.C.) 1903-1937, 1908-06-09

gazing northward over the freshly
plower fields. In the distance she
could see the stalwart forms of her
husband and son, Vernon, and could
hear their gentle Gee, Mol" " CLAW,
Fred,' as they followed the slick
mules up and down the long fur
rows.
The peach trees were in full bloom
and as the dclicately perfumed
zephyrs lightly kissed her brow and
rufflcd her hair, the little woman
wondered why ii was that she cx-
pericnced no thrill of delight. Truly
she looked upon beautiful scene.
Nature was busy with her brush and
, had already touched the budding trees
i with many delicate tints, and the
mountain left Of the farm was en-
trancingly beautiful with every shade
of coloring.
For several evenings the "whip-
ro"r-wlll' had been singing and Mr..
|, Thorndykc declared that cold weather
was over and corn planting time had
I come. just outside the window a.
!, fluffy white hen with Il large brood of
fluffy white babies was taking dust
[p bath. The little ones, impatient at
the mothers prolonged stop, wander
\ ed farther away on d hunting cxpedi-
ton of their own. The old hen cluck-
cl loudly. coaxingly and thrcatening-
L. to no avail and was Just starting
on hunt for her refractory babies
when hawk swoopcd down and
y Acaught one. carrying it away in his
cruel talons, while the rest ran to the
distracted mother for protection.
Tears came in Mrs. Thorndyke's
yes.
elbow crcullv one must suffer,
Ometimcs, for disobcdicnce, she
s,e, e,urmured. "Even poor little chickens
pay the penalty.' Then her gaze
SSss andercd back toward her son and
si tender, motherly feeling surged
her soul. Poor Vernon, he suf-
AF5hred, too, but it made a man of him,
VA ank God! All boys must SOW "wild
-. kts' more or less. | suppose But
htW glad, how dcvoutly thankful
am that Vernon sowed his while SO
yo.NG. and is now 50 steady Bless
my .Poy! he will be 10 this summer,
and R"r ..ur years has been as set
tied rs Ids papa. Hearing" some one
on tue piazza, Mrs. Thorndykc went
to thS fa16"r.
"Why how do YOU do. Mrs. Allcn9
Come right in. 7 am so y,al to sec
you. Am srferin" ,lrcH,'fully With tie
'blnes and no one can cure me so
quickly as you.
Mrs. Allen was a great big bunch
of loving kindness and mothcred the
whole Ii" .hb"rhood. g" weighed 200
pounds, and by the side of Mrs.
Thorndyke, who only weighed o.,
she looked q veritablc giantess. Puff
fins and blowing. she walked in and
took Il rocker and gave her stiffly
Starched bonnet to her hostess, who
laid it carefully on the bed Then
picking up her gingham apron, she
wiped the perspiration from her face.
"My aint it hot ? do say-it's queer
how everybody axes that question,
jest as if one didn't know it good as
another! But what in the land have
you got the blues fur7 An why hahn t
you bin writin none fur the papers
here latcly?'
"Well, now, Mrs Allen, 7 don't
''''r" whether We got blues--or what.
But it seems to me I can't do thing
to save my life, only cry-and l
don't know what I want to cry forl
When I try to write, two or three
pages is as much as can accomplish,
then, my gaze gets fixed in a certain
direction and stare, stare, stare, with
out a single Ineligible thought or
idea presenting itssclf. is the result
S'Let me see your tongue. Humph
gal! you need liver regclatcr an
spring tonic. IF your liver don't act
you needn't expect your brain to
work. An if your blood's full Of
pizen, you cain't expect to feel
smart an clipper like, an have a
appetite that s rambunctious. never
did put much store by doctors fur
spring ailments; but 7 can sight you
to a kind Of herb tea that III astonish
you by its results. Tt aint bad to take
nuthcr.'
"All right. Mrs. Allen; knowing
your reputation as n doctor and
nurse. T feel no hcSitancy in placing