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but still fair with beauty Of the
spirit blossomcd out on the pale face
whose smile was sweet as ever. Her
husband tall and thin and brown,
glanced at her now and then as If he
still saw the lovclincss she wore when
he brought her home, his wife. And
as she looked up at him he was still
the stalWart youth, the touch Of whose
strong hand once made her heart beat
so madly Their children were all
gone; some to the further life, some
returning for a holiday
ITO think" she said, that the day
you fetched me here could sit in the
door and see the river loopin' along
all blue an silver, and the low hills
beyond with their black pine woods
an the sunshine falling through, and
all the wide mash an the haystaCks,
an the colors changin on EN-. II
seemed to mel do no what II
seemed TO met Oh. heaven cant be no
more beautiful than that was, lookin'
down this side the knoll. There's a
big bunch most beyond your hand,
jes' drippin 18th Juice"
And one day you cut down the
big olms at the back there"
Hated to. A tree alus seems to
me to have n life of its own, most
as much as n man has. don't feel no
assurance amt settin' a sperrt free.
But there. who knows. Anyway Il
cleared a slightly spot for you on
t'other side"
Il don't care. | wsht that swamp
could be struck by lightnn' fust'"
"Lightnin never struck Il hull ten
acre lot at onst."
1T might set fire to It."
AN burn up somebody's wood lot!
Why. Hubby, I'm shamed on ye'"
"You orter be, I'm 'shamed on my
self. But feel jes' so. We amt got
many years to i've as you say; and
I'd like to see that likeness of the
promised land an hev Laury see II.
do no as Asa'd care so much. Leury
likes It open all about her Shed stay
here more. Shed hev her colorcd
chalks out in no time. Them paintin
people down in PEBBLES pastur d may
be give her some hints. An you
know the minister said Laury he'd q
real gift for drorin'. But there. she
won't be here tell Christmas time
Sakes alive, father, what a Christmas
ttd be 18th that swamp burned up
Well well, wife, as long as we've
got each other, an the children, here
and in heaven, and enough to keep The
wolf from the door"
81 know. And I'm silly. An the
dear Lord knows | amt maxim NJ
fuss. I'm jcs' sayin what I'd like.
did useter love that sight-an' thu
Lord made 1t. My, guess he love,
beautiful thin's, tew. ! set by It. In
happy as thin's are; but I'd be happier
ef that was throwed in
Like chrome down to the store
wen you're tradin' your butter Wal
IT'S time give Brindle her supper, an
she give me mine. ! hope the day'l
be long o. comm wen | cant milk m!
COW an take her sweet breath al
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the birds may have all I've LETT
There's bunch on top for luck. Yes
there they be, comm after 1t now
You can't make jell 18th them grapes
they're too ripe, little mother.
"Tbeyn make sweetmeat, all right.
AN the's nothin' nicer'n your crap
sweetmcat 18th my meat. But, Loi
sakcs. guess you'd cook sawdust 80
would be tasty. I'm glad we've go
suthin to cook with--not like ther
city folks, dcpendin on coal an non
to depend on. That's noble wooc
nile we've got. There's nothin' llk
helm forchanded. Come, it's gittiI
damplsh. an you'd better be thinkii
o. your rheumatics. III they'd dree
that swamp you wouldn't be haVi'