The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1908-04-12

''Ye don't relish yer food none to-
night, Saloam.'
why. yes. 1 do, mother; I'm sort
] Of tired. so 1 amt eating fast as COM
mon."
As well try to escape the Procession
of the Zodiac as the Widow Judd.
Eye amt ct sufficient ter fill a spar
rer: don't We fancy nothin' thet's
here?"
It's an excellent. good dinner. moth
er, like you always get; but it's so kind
o. tired and hot tonight, and the flow
ers outside smell so cool and fresh that
II just makes me long for a bit of
spring to eat. Lettuce and strawber-
rtes would taste awful good"
The Widow Judd, a little, pink-faced
woman with the dimples of her baby
hood coming and going in her plump
cheeks, regarded her daughter with
placid disapproval in her round, blue
eyes.
Give me a mite O. su'then' thetn
stay by yer better n a mess O. greens
an few berries" helping herself to
another section of pie.
But think how pretty tWouId be to-
night-crispy, cool lettuce on your
white and gold platter, and strawber-
ries in Grandma Speary's green glass
bowl. and-oh, sweet!-some early roses
from round the well in the middle of
the table"
The girls face, Ianguid from the first
heat of summer, flushed into life and
charm. The Widow Judd experienced
|. her old time irritation with her daugh-
,ar's appearance. How could anyone
Norm sensible, fixed opinion about a
face that was at one moment just a
little, brown, solemn thing, all eyes,
and the next a radiancy of color and
joy?
Tibet there missionary over ter Pond
Neader quarter meetin' lowed tn
heather en- Chiny an them parts ct
lilies; | presume ter say there's ez
much nourishment en- damask rose
blows ez en- them"
A revivifying gust of laughter swept
Saloam. There was no one like her
mother for wisdom and goodness, but
she was so funny,
''I'll wash the dishes tonight"
EFF yer do. / pray an beseech yer
keep yer mind on what yer a DOM We
don't want no more such works ez last
night My lawdy laws, three cups an
a sasser broke. 'Twould give a mil
slionaire a turn to see his chiny a-goin'
like thetr'
When the dishes were done and Sa-
loan curled up on the wooden settle
under the kitchen arbor, her mother,
knitting in the Boston rocker, watched
her with hidden anxiety. If the Widow
Judd had ever heard of a Changeling,
and if John Calvin and Jonathan Ed
wards would have allowed her to en-
brace such a paynim view, the belief
would have answered her daily ques-
ton, Where tn massy does tibet child
git her vagaries? My folks, I feel ter
run o. folks everywhere, an though tn
Judds wuz poor tools at gittin' long
en- in the world, they warn't none on
'em sich a makeup o notions an out
4 landish whimses.''
y Tonight Saioam, usually so chatty
over school and village affairs lay in
a dull heap. Her mothers meditation
found expression after a long silence,
thus:
'Ye look consid'bl peaked tonight.
Saloam. I'm a-goin' ter brew We up a
big bowl o tanzy tea"
Mother" the girl sat up, IF you
do, I'll drown myself in it! If you'll
have lettuce and strawberries for sup
per tomorrow night I'll be as well as
a squirrel"
''Saloam Judd. We act possessed
81 am-possessed of the spring. Do,
do let's have some tomorrow, mother -
Where do We carlate / be goin ter
git EN-? There amt but a few spears
o. green's an a handful o. sour hubby
berries en- tibet poor OF wore out patch
o ourn. An / guess tn town o. Petit
pang will hev ter raise yer wages con-
l4sid bic fur teachin' Pond Meader dis
trict fore l kin give Gid Pratt what he
wants fur EN- down ter tn store"
You're a witch, mother; you can do
things other folks never dream of
Il amt no miracle performer" re-
10. ted the Widow Judd, unmollified.
EFF he'd Ambrose Treadway's garden.
now. Ny country! l never see plants
so furard. Great rows o. sparrer- grass
an berries big eZ pullets eggs, Almost.
Full reason, tew, tn best strip o. land
en- tn hull o. Pettipang. yes, en- all
Saybrook district An every inch o
thet land mine, tew! Do We know what
come over me ez / see them stolen
plants a-growin' rank ez weeds? The
wicked flourish like a green bay tree "
Mother distressfully, the law
gave that south piece to old Mr.. Am
brose Treadway."
1.-The law! the old farrago! I'll
thank We ter tell me who wuz tn
ledge? Jane Ann Treadways own
cousin, a sprig not much older than We
be, an OF Arb Treadway a-standin'
there slick ez cream, a-swearin' black
wuz white, an tn jedge a-smilin' an
a-listenin' ter every lie he tole; an
when /, wilder woman 'thout eny man
ter stand up for me. tempted ter tell
'en some plain truths. they wuzn't
minded ter hear, my, landy laws, what
a turrangi-' 'twan't evidence. Tibet
south piece an ev'ry veg table a-grow-