The Birmingham age-herald., 1908-04-12

" E don't relish yer food none tonight, Y za,ssn." 4 Why, yes, I do, mother; I'm sort of tired, so I ain't eating fast as common"
 As well try to escape the Procession of the Zodiac as the Widow Judd.
 ''Ye ain't ct sufficient ter fill q sparrer; don't ye fancy nothin' thet's here?" "It's an excellent, good dinner, mother, like you always get; but it's so kind O tired and hot tonight and the flowers out side smell so cool and fresn that it just makes me long for bit of spring to eat. Lettuce and strawberries would taste awful good'
 Tine Widow Judd, little, pink-faced woman with the dmples Of her babyhood coming and going in her plump cheeks, regarded her daughter with placid disap- proval in her round, blue eyes.
 Give me a bite O su'then' thet'll stay by yer better n mess O greens an a few berries" helping herself to another section of pie.
 But think how pretty twould be to- night-crispy, cool lettuce on your white and gold platter, and strawberries 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, 1anguid from the first heat of summer, flushed into life and charm. The Widow Judd experienced her old-time irritation with her daughters ap- pearance. How could anyone form a sem sible, fixed opinion about a face that was at one moment just little, brown. solemn thing, all eyes, and the next a radiancy of color and joy?
 "Thet there missionary over ter Pond Meader quarter meetin' lowed tn heather en Chiny an them parts ct lilies; I pre- sume ter say there's ez much noursh- mint en damask rose blows ez en them.' A revivifying gust of laughter swept Saloani There was none like her moth- CT for wisdom and goodness, but she was so funny
 "I'll wash the dishes tonight"
 .'Ef yer do, I pray an beseech yer keep yer mind on what yer doin'. We don't want no more such works ez last night. My lawdy laws three cups an sasser broke! 'Twould give a millionaire turn to see his chiny a-goin like thetr'
 When the dishes were done and Saloam 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 changelng, and if John Calvin and Jonathan Edwards would have all lowed her to embrace such a paynini
  daily question. Where tn massy does - thet child git her vagaries? My folks,
 s.ter praise an thank em, wuz jest
 In run O folks everywhere an
 .oneh tn Judds wuz poor tools at git
 Ing en the world they warnt none
 tlk sich a makeup O notions an out
 fish whirnsies."
 bnight Saloam, usually so chatty
 Ir school and village affairs, lay in In heap. Her mothers meditation .bund expression after long silence i, thus;
 "Xe look constable peaked tonight xeloam, I'm a-gin ter brew ye up a Pef bowl O tanzy tea"
 ApfMother," the girl sat up, If you do' AH drown myself in 1t! If you'll have A&tuce and strawberries for supper to- $ borrow night I'll be as well as a tlirrel."
 kSaloam Judd ye act possessed!
 eI am-Possessed of the spring. DO, dc
 Hs have some tomorrow, mother
 8Nhere do ye callate I be goin' ter
 Rem? The ain't but a few spears
 reens an a handful O sour hubby