Golden Valley chronicle. (Beach, Billings County, N.D.) 1905-1916, 1910-09-30

scrupulously clean. convcnicnces, seen
to be appreciated" She had no work
to do except Schuianberg's menu cards.
Sarah sat in her squeaky willow rock
er and looked out tho window. The
calendar OH the wall kept crying to
her: "Spril.gtime is here. Sarah;
sprinstimc is here. tell you! Look
at me. Sarah: My figures show it!
You've got Il neat figure yourself,
Sarah-a nice springtine figure! Why
do you look out the window so sadly?"
Sarah's room was ut the back of the
house. Looking out the window she
could see the windowleSs rear brick
wall Of the box factory OH the next
street. But the wall was clearest crys.
tai. and Sarah was looking down a
grassy lane shaded with cherry trees
and cims and bol,lcred with raspberry
bushes and Cherokee roses.
Springs real hlrbillgers are too sub
tie for the eye and ear. Some must
have the towering crocus, the wood
starring doywood. the voice of blue
bird. even SO gross y reminder as the
farewell handsakc of the retiring
buckwheat and oyster before they can
welcome the lady in green to their dull
Hosoms. But to old earth's choicest
kin there come straight. sweet mes
sagcs from his newest bride, telling
them they shall be no stepchildren UNI
less they choose TO be.
On the previous summer Sarah had
gone into the country and loved
farmer
Un writing your story never bark
back thus. 1t is bad art and cripplcs
interest. Let it march. march.)
Sarah stayed two weeks at Sunny
brook farm. There She learned to love
old Farmer Frankin's son Walter.
Farmers have been loved and welded
and turned out to grass in less time.
But young Walter Franklin was a
modern agricuturiSt. He had telc
phone in his COW house, and he could
figure up exactly what effect next
years Canada wheat crop would have
on potatoes planted in the dark Of the
moon.
1t was in this shaded and raspber-
ricd lane that Walter had wooed and
won her And together they had sat
and woven IL crown of dandeliOns for
her hair, lie had immodcrately prais-
ell the effect Of the yellow blossoms
against her brown tresscs, and she had
left the chaplct there and walked back
to the house swinging her straw sailor
in her hand
They were to marry III tue spring
ut the very first sign of spring, Walter
said. And Sarah came back to the
city to pound her typewriter.
\ knock ut the door diSl~Icd Sarah's
visions of that happy day. A waiter
had brought the ro,igl, pencil draft of
the home restaurants next day fare
in old Sclulenberg'S angular hand.
Sarah sat down to her typewriter
and Slipped Il card between the rollers
She was a nimbr worker. Generally
in al hour and Il half the twenty -one
menu cards We're written and ready.
Today there We're more changes on
the bill of fare than usual. The soups
were lighter. Pork was eliminated from
the entrees. figuring only with Rus.
sian turnips among the roasts. The
gracious spirit Of spring pervadcd the
entire menu Lamb that lately Gu
pered Oh the grecning lillsides was
becolningly exploited With the sauce
that COMMUNICATED it's gambols. The
was dinlinuendU con anore The fry.
ing pan seemed to lie held inactive he.
hind the bencticent bars of the broiler
The pie list swelled the richer pud
dilgs had vanished; the sausage, with
his lrapery wrapped about him. bare
~ fingered in Il pleasant thanatopsis
with the bucswheats and the sweet
but doomed maple.
Sarahs fingers danced like midgets
above summer stream. Down
through the courses she worked. Civ.
ing each item its position according to
it's length with an accurate eye.
Just above the desserts came the
list Of ACCOMPLISHMENTS and peas.
asparagus on toast. the perennial to.
matoes aud corn and succotash. lima
beans. cabbage-and then
Sarah was crying over her bill of
fare. Tears from the depths Of some
divine despair rose in her heart and
gathered to her eyes. Down went her
head on the little typewriter stand.
and the keyboard ratified dry accom-.
panilnent to her moist sobs
For she had received no letter from
Walter in two weeks. and the next
item on the bill of fare was dandelions
-dandelions with some kind Of egg.
But bother the egg! Dandclions. with
whose golden blooms Walter had
crowned ller his queen of love and flu.
ture bride: dandelions. the llarbingers
of spring. her sorrows crown of sor.
row. reminder Of her happiest days!
Madam, l dare you to smile until
you suffer this test: Let the Marecha
Mel roses that Percy brought you OH
The night you gave him your heart be
served as Il salad with French dressing
before your eyes ut Il Schucnbers
table d'hote. Had Juliet SO seen hel
love tokens diShOnOred the sooner