The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1909-08-27

I'm so glad It's vacation" murmur-
ed Myra Blaine. reaching her plump
white arms lazily above her head, as
she swung in the hammock out on
the breezy lawn. What blessing
schools cannot keep In session ior-
ever!" Then. with sign OF content.
ment, she rearTaagcd the pillows ana
nestled down for a nap.
Myra was primary teacher In the
graded school of a neighboring town
and was. OF course. a little weary;
almost tired TO death" she told her
mother. and the latter. fully believing
a.. petted her and bade her TRY and
get rested"
but l must help with the work.
Myra said. dutifully. and her mother
called her dear daughter" and let
her wipe The dishes and rearrange
some parlor bric-abrac. This done.
the Young woman took of her apron.
shook out her puts. picked up an I'M
+ cut mag azine and repaired TO the
4 hammock. while her mother mopped
, the kitchen, pantry and back stoop
/ doors. made pies. tended her wood
fire. shelled peas. cleaned new pota-
toes anil got dinner. MyIa came IN
with t.ne appetite. pretty color In
her cheeks and an abundance OF good
humor Mrs Blaine smiled on her,
albeit IL was a weary smile. and sat
dowa-when she could get time-to
eat almost nothing.
IL was l5Near-old Fred who noticed
this last and remarked: Why, moth
er. / reckoned when Sis got home you
wouldn't alters be so tired yod
couldn't eat"
Myra flushed. but looked searching
ly at her mother
"She is the tired one" said the lat
ter. hastily. and made her rest
Wasn't hard 10 make. reckon.
blurted the boy. with an aggravatinl
grin.
Myra flushed still roster al this an'
the grave glance bent on her by he
father
Il mean TO help mother when se
a little rested" she said; but the las
weeks OF school are so trying that
seems one must have little yaca
! ton
Mother never has none" wa
; Freds stout reply.
When dinner was done the girl pin
I, ned up her sleeves and donned
: huge apron.
r Now. mother" she began. when
: merry voice calling from the gatewa
i Interrupted her II was her bosoI
! friend. Kitty Nye. driving a prett
pony and phaeton
!" I'm going TO Mollie's, come on.
: said Kittie.
d TOO bad. mother, All right; L
be there in minute. Guess I'll Yves
Is my blue lawn. Why can't Fred he
le with the Dishes" were some
" Myras rather disjointed remarks. ;
she threw her apron on chair. p'
u her head out the doorway for a IN
u ment and then ran upstairs.
y Il Will do better tomorrow, MOI
70 mic" she cried. gayly. kissing h
"a haad TO her mother from the phaet'
" a they wheeled away Il do feel a
ne fully guilty" she exclaimed TO h
" friend: but IL is such hard work
settle down TO business just wis
ones vacation begins. but mother
tired out"
le And then the conversation drifted
Is more congenial subjects. and mer
u. afternoon was spent with Kittie's m;
nd ried sister
be II was late when they returns
>" ! Mrs. Blaine was just completing ~
DIV partitions for breakfast
The Blaines were early risers
he this season. as morning is the b.
IN time to pick berries. and Mr. Blai
ter was small fruit grower. Breakf;
eli was long over when Myra opened I
MS eyes The eldest son was gone
~ town" where he held a clerkship n
cir the two younger ones were in the b