The Marshall republican., 1908-02-28
The Harvest
Moor.
by TEMPLE BAILEY

(CopyriGht, By Daily Story Pub. Col

uysius, soinetIaIlg oI the plctur
esqueness Of southern Europe.
There was something, too, Of the
south in the songs that were sung
in a musical foreign tongue by the
workers who bent over the vines.
A wagon piled up high with
crates filled with the purple fruit,
wound slowly down the hill. On the
high seat beside the driver sat a
girl with shining black hair, with
little gold rings in her ears, with
sparkling eyes all of which charm.
were emphasized and made vivid
by the scarlet and blue and yellow
Of her cotton gown.
Now and then she glanced coyly
at the man on the scat beside her,
and as she finally caught his glance,
she held out to him a bunch OF
grapes.
lie shook his head, mo" said he,
i've had enough"
She ate it herself, opening her
little red mouth and pressing il be-
tween her white teeth. He watched
her fascinated, and she picked an
other and held it out to him, and,
still looking at her, he bent and
ate IL from her fingers. When he
Strengthened up his face was red,
and the flame of color hr1 not left
II when he drove into the great pack
ing barn at the foot Of the hill.
Across the road from the barn was
a farmhouse. A girl sat in the
porch-a fair-haired girl, with q
pale, pleasant face.
As the wagon drove in, she left
her seat abruptly and went into the
kitchen.
"Mother," she said, tenscly, 10
the woman who was baking bis
cults, "mother, I wish father would
get rid Of every Italian on the
piece"
We've got to have them IL We
raise grapes" Mrs. Matthews told
her, practically.
"Then l wish he'd 20 back b
rai-ing grain or vegetables or any
thing" pa~ssionately, "the whole
country is changed. There used to
be people Of our own kind-respect-
abls-but these foreigncrs-oh,
everything 10 changed"
81 don't see what difference II
makes to you" her mother said.
"Well, it does" slowly, ~ don't
like the men or the girls-now
there's that Maddalena, mother, she
just drove down on the wagon with
David"
"Hum." Mrs. Matthews straight.
.ened up. "She oughtn't to do that,
Celia. Your father wouldn't like it,
He don't like to have the girls on
the wagons. And David don't like
it, either"
"I'm not 90 sure" Celia began,
but her mother looked at her with
keen eyes. "Now don't you get any
nonsense into your head, Celia" she
said; "you always were jealous, and
David amt thinking of anybody
but you. You've got all your wed.
ding things ready"
"But, mother" Celia's breath
came quickly; "if you think I'd
marry a man who would-csrry q
with another girl"
Mrs. Matthews faced her daugh.
ter Indignantly. "Whst's he donsr
she demanded. whats he dons
Celia ?"
"Wsll," Celia flung back, 'tAl
way he looked at her, and he sts
grape out OF her fingers just now
|, "Well, il that's ALL" her mother
I concluded, 'he'd eat a grape out d
! a~nybody's fingers, David would, ~
that good-natured."
But Celia, remembering the fam,
Of color in her lovers, face was un'
convinced.
There was a dance that nisht q
the crossroads store. Celia nsvel
went to public dances, and David
since his engagement to her.. hsi
given them up.
"T'd kind Of like 10 CO. hs telt
Celia after supper, az they at OF
the porch together, "not that I car
to take part but a lot Of our italian
are going, and they say they 81
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