The Morning examiner. [volume] (Ogden, Utah) 1904-1910, 1909-02-28

@ "a looked as II It had
LRs' been made OF gunny
sacks and her long.
unkept black holr hung In streaming
locks that almost hid n face besmcaT-
cd with heat and berry stains-for
she had just como from tho berry pas
ture,
Blueb'ry En-, as she had already
been nicknamcd, WINS newcomer at
fuckers Ferry village. She lived
with her old father In a sort of shack
up In the blucDerly barrens above
tho village. and canic down only TO
bring her pals OF berries as she pick
cd them.
The villagers. not being ablc to
CLEAN any Information about their
now neighbors, beyond their names,
had ingcnlousy constructed a story
OF their past in which squaw Ems
mother figured as an Indian squaw
and her father as q Tiyer-driyer. No
body WIS able TO Vouch for these
statements, but everybody believed,
them.
En- sluffled 10 tho counter, her
drowntrodden shoes seeming 10 trail
detectedly on the floor, and silently
showed her wares TO Jim Tucker, the
proprietor
"Al right, En-" pronounced jim
kindly enough: "Tll measure 'cm out
soons | git these things put up for
tho Wilder Sampson She's waitln
out here with her team"
En- dropped into listless posture
by tho counter with her back to the
mon, and the argument which had
been In progress when che entered
went on again.
D..
Farnham, waving his lighted cigar
like censor as he sat on the cracker
barrel.
The storekeeper measured out yell
low-eyed bcone in a half bushel. look
ed across sulklly at the handsome
young giant In the natty summer Buit
He hated the sight OF him. as most
OF the men In tho village did. but ho
had the same sort OF feeling about
having him in his store TINT title
scorning Yankee would have II n
member OF the British nobility should
drop In for Il morning call
He was above liking such things,
but they did confer a distinction
which was valuable In business way.
For Ben was the son of tho late squire
Farnham. and the rich man and au-
tocrat OF the village.
Then ] s'posc You think any girl |
in town would come II YOU just whist !
led at her?' said Jim, glowering |
oyor his beans,
Don't say tho town. Jim" urged |
Bon, flicking the ashes from his cigar. |
Say the county, and you'll hit IL |
nearer
He put his feet up on the counter |
and waved away curl of smoke with |
his hand.
Take yer hooks of o that roll o.
bed tlckin',' interposed the injured |
Jim gloomly. Look here. I'll make n !
bate with ye"
"All right-what1l you bet?"
Ben.
Il bate &c." returned Jim. weigh
Ing out sugar with fell composure.
that there's ono girl right here ai
the Ferry that ye couldn't sit TO 20
TO band meet'n with yc next Satur-
day night"
Ben threw back his handsome head
and shouted.
Good Lordi" he said, "they'd all
60 In a body II / asked 'em. You
can't afford to throw away your
money like that. Jimmy, my lad,"
Jim fumbled In the money drawer,
and picking ont tlyo silver dollars
laid them in row on the roll of bed
ticking.
'T'n resl5 them" he said. THAT II
ye ask En- here to go 10 band meet II
with ye next Saturday night. she'll
turn ye down"
There WAS a roar OF laughter from
the listeners and for q moment Ben
look nonpluscd. He glanced With
grimace at tho uukempt figure of tho
girl by the counter and pictured him
self appearing with her at the band
mcetin'," the social event OF the week
at fuckers Ferry.
But the king could do anything and ,
he wasn't going 10 be beaten by Jim
Tucker, he caught the girls ehoul-
ders and turned her around toward
him.
DO YOU hear. Em?" he said;
you're goin to the band meetin' with
Inc Saturday night You'd better 20
homo and wash YOUR face. IpII take
from now iii then TO get down to It's
natural color, whatever IL Is. And
seems To me your drcss ain't tho latest
style; | should put some lace In tho
sleeves or somethin'. Are there per-
forations part of the trlmming?"
He pulled tho frayed sleeve away
from the brown arm, poking his fin-
gers inqulrlngly through hole.
You'd better mind your own
business" she said sullenly,
My solo business I'm lifo ls TO get
You TO go to The band meeting" do
clared Ben. goodnatllredly, but his
fingers closed a little roughly on her
wrists. wen have a waltz first
thing
Nobody saw the prisoner was etrug-
CLING with tears under her veil of
hair, but they read obstinacy In her
attitude. "Bcn's goln' to got left for
once said Tom Prince with a wink
Come, hurry up Ben. You haint
perposed yit yer know"
o. said Bon, ~ forgot that trim
ing tormallty. MiSs-cr-E Emily or
Emerllne Ware, may have the pleas
ufe or your company at tho band
meeting next Saturday nlght2"
Mo- returned the girl shortly
ana there was something in her
voico that made tho loafcrs look up.
Ben was stlll holding her, but Jim
ioterposod hastily.
Come. come, Ben" he said. "lct
.ne girl alone. You've lost your bato
barrel" "
A fcw moments later Bluob'ry Ein
had lett tho village behind her and
Mas nurrying up the path that led TO
er nome around the pines OF tho
piueoerry grounds
heI father. who tended" the lit
re old-fashioned ferry that crossed
Iue river at this point, was pulling
~'er loaded team and for few