Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-04-12
BY GRACE MARGARET GALLAHER.

~ re don't relish yer food none
- tonight, Saloam."
" Why yes. l do. mother;
I'm sort of tired. so I amt
eating fast as common.
As we'll try to escape the procession Oh
the zodiac as the Widow Judd
..Ye amt ct sufficient ter fill sparrer;
don't ye fancy noth'n' thet's here?
It's an excellent. good dinner. mother
Ike you always get; but it's so KIND o
tired and hot tonight. and the flowers
outside smell so cool and fresh that II
inst makes me long for a bit of spring 10
cat. Lettuce and Strawberries would taste
awful good
The Widow Judd little. pink-faced
woman with the dimples of her babyhood
coming and going In her plump cneeks. re-
eerded her daughter with piaclu uisdp
prevail in her round blue eyes.
"cive me a mite o. suthen' thetll stay
by yar better n a mess o green's an
Tow berries" helping herself to another
section Of pie.
"Rut think how pretty twould be TO-
n,eht-cr,spy. cool lettuce on your white
and gold platter, and Strawberries IN
Grandma Speary's green glass bowl, and
oh sweet!-some early roses from
,ronnd the well In the middle OF the
table,
The girls face. languid from the first
b.at ~ summer. flushed into life and
charm. The Widow Judd experienced ner
old-time irritation with her daughter APP
pearapce. How could any one FORM
Iensihle fixed opinion about face that
was at one moment just little Dro"h'
solemn thing, all eyes, and the next d ra-
diancy Of color and joy?
Tibet there missionary over Ter Iuiiu
Maader quarter meetin' lowed tn heatpen
en- Chiny an them parts ct lilies: ! pre-
sune ter say there's ez much nour1snmlnt
in a damask rose blows ez en- them.
A revivifytng gust OF laughter s"ep.
SaIoam There was no one Hke nei
mother for wisdom and goodness Out sne
was so funny!
"rn wash the dishes tonight
eff yer do, pray an beseech yer Keep
yer mind on what yer a dom. we oon
want no more such works ez last night.
NV lawdy laws! three cups an sasser
hro,xe! 'Twould give a millionaire turn
to see his chiny a-goin' like thet:
when the dishes were done and Saloam
orr,ad nm ON the wooden settle under the
kitchen arbor her mother. knitting IN the
Boston rocker, watched her win hiuoen
anxiety If the Widow Judd had ever
heard of changeling. ana II Jonp Iar w
and Jonathan Edwards WOULD nave al
lowed her to embrace such paynlm
view. the belief would have answered her
daily question. Where tn massy GOES
tibet child git her vagaries! My 1oiks.
feel ter praise an thank en- wuz 1usI
I,ke III run o. folks everywhere an
though TIL Judds wuz poor tools at elt'in
Long en- the world, they warn't none On
'em SIGH makeup o notions an Jul
landish WITNESSES
Tonish. ca'~1r,,. usually so chatty over
school and village affairs. lay IN a ouil
haan Her mothers meditation founo eA-
nression after a long silence thus:
I'VE looked consid' bile peaked tonight
c.,o.r I'm a-goin' ter brew ye up a big
bowl o. tanzy tea.
.Mother." the girl sat up. eff you DO
tn drown myself in 1t! If you'll nave
lettuce and strawberries for supper ~
morrow night I'll be as wen do i" 'fN
rel: .ar,
.I am-nossessed of the spring. DO 90
let's have some tomorrow: mother. -.
where do We carlate be goin' ter GIT
EN-? There amt but re" spa her.
green's an a handful o sour MUDDY oe
ries en- tibet poor oil wore out patch
ourn An I guess tn town o fetupa x.I
will hev ter raise yer wages Con ISL ' LIN
teachin' Pond Meader district lore NJ,
give Gid Pratt what ne wants
down ter tn store l.
you're a witch. mother; you can uo
things other folks never dream OF.
~ amt no miracle performer, re1ortea
the widow Judd. unmollineo. NJ.
Amhrose Treadway's garden, now! my
country! 1 never see plants so IuraIo:
Great rows O. sparrer grass an berries
bip ez pullet's eggs, Almost. ful, Iea n
few. tn best strip O. land en- IN nun
pattinang YES. en- all Saybrook dlstrict:
An, every inch o. tibet land mine. tew!
no We know what come over me ez l see
them stolen plants a-groWln rank eA
weeds? The wicked flourish IKE a green
Mother" distressfully. "the law gave
that south Piece to old Mr.. Ambrose
.sThe law! the old farrago! I'll thank
We ter tell me who wuz Tn 1edse: JAM
Ann Treadways own cousin. a sprlg moi
much older than ye be, an OF Amp
Treadway a-standin there slick ez cream,
a-swearin' black wuz white, an IN 5euse
a-smiln' an a-listenin' ter every lie ne
tole: an when l. wilder woman 'thout eny
man ter stand up for me, tempted ter tell
'em some plain truths they wuzn't MIND
ed ter hear. my. landy laws; What a
turrang!-' 'twant evidence That South
piece an ev'ry vegetable a-groWin en- ct
81 mine lest ez much ez this rocker ez!'
Saloam rose YEARLY. Tonight the South
Piece massacre was intolerable TO her.
and her mother, now well Launched, would
keep on for an hour.
.'Tm gon' up on the hill piece to see
the last of the sunset I'll be back soon"
~
On the hilltop, where a little whisper
ing wind stirred the grass by the old road
that wandered away in the twilight to
hidden, lonely farms. Saloam. In the
crotch of the fence. watched 1.-The cruising
clouds where ebbing day followed silver
to the west
She made no movement when the grass
es 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 them sink back
''Oh. Ambrose. I'm so tired" 1t was
her only greeting.
The man smiled. and his keen, strong
featured face lighted pleasantly.
''Ye leave off teachin' them pesky
young ones over ter Pond Meader an
l,-a a. m ha