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

berries en that poor ol' wore out patch O ourn. An I guess tn town so' Pet topang will hev ter raise yer wages considbl fur teachin' Pond Meader district fore I kin give Gid Pratt what he wants fur 'em down ter tn store."
 You're a witch. mother; you can do things other folks never dream of"
 T ain't no miracle performer" re- torted the Widow Judd, unmollified "Ef I he'd Ambrose Treadways garder. now! My country! I never see plants so furard Great rows O sparrer grass an berries big ez bullets eggs, a mos+. Full reason, tew, tn best strip O land en tn hull O Pettipang. yes, en ali Saybrook district. An every inch O thet land mine. tew! Do ye know what come over me ez I see them stolen plants a-growin rank ez weeds? The wiked flourish like a green bay tree.'"
 Mother" distressfully, "the law gave that South Piece to old MT. Amb rose Treadway."
 "The law! the old farrago! I'll thank ye ter tell me who wuz tn jedge? Jane Ann Treadway's own cousin, sprig not much older than ye be, an oP Amb Treadway a-standin' there slick ez cream, a-swearin' black wuz white, an tn jedge a-smilin' an a-listenin' ter ever ylie he tole an when l, widder woman 'thout eny man ter stand up for me, tempted ter tell 'em some plain truths, they wuzn't minded ter hear, my, landy lawsl what a turrang,- 'twan't evidence.'- Thet South Piece an ev'ry vegetable a-growin' en ct ez mine, jest ez much ez this rocker ez!"
 Saloam rose wearily. Tonight tn 2 South Piece massacre was intolerabie to- her, and her mother, now well launched, would keep on for an hour.
 I'm goin up on the hill piece to see the last of the sunset. I'll be back soon."
 On the hill top. where little whis- pering wind stirred the grass by the old road that wandered away in the twilight to hidden, lonely farms, Sa |. loam. in the crotch of the fence, watched "the cruising clouds where ebbing day followed silver to the west.'
 She made no movement when the grasses rustled and a man came to lean on the fence. The last pale bar of light dimmed. darkness sifted down over the hills Saloam lifted her arms above her head and let tn em sink hack.
 "Oh, Ambrose, I'm so tired" It was her only greeting.
 The man smiled, and his keen, strong featured race lighted pleasantly.
 "Ye leave off teachin' them pesky young ones over ter Pond Meader an come. live long O me an ye won't be tired out no more." He spoke in mellow drawl.
 "Mother'll never in the world let me marry a Treadway that's got our South Piece"
 ''Ye don't view ct thet father cheated ye out O thet land" coolly.
 "If I did would I talk with you one minute?' flashed the girl.
 "Ye marry me. an I'll give ye tn South Piece for bridal present. Thetll fix yer mother complete.
 "Oh, Ambrose-I dont-Im not-maybe I don't care enough for you"
 Why not?"
 The girls look futtered over the dark ened pastures, then back to his compell- ing eyes "Its terribly silly, all girls are sometimes, and mother she thinks I'm worsen'n common. Twelve got an idealr
 "The Old Boy! It's thet new minister over ter Pond Meader!
 Him. That whte-faced, thin-why, he couldn't drive one of your colts round this lot!i'
 Ambrose laughed the comfortable toler-