Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1910-01-06

.ler: "Sprin"time is here. Sarah;
springtime * here. tell you. Look
at me, Sur;! My figures show 1t.
You've got Il neat ngnre yourself.
Sarah nice springtine figure. Why
do YOU look out the wilniuw so sadly?
>,:lruh's room was IN the back of the
house. Looking out the window she
could see the wiHduwleSs rear brick
wall Of the box factory on the next
street. But the wall WAS clrnrest crys-
tai. and Sarah WAS locking down n
grassy lane shaG'd with cherry trees
and elms and boi,lerpd with raspberry
bushes and Cherokee roses.
Springs real harLinerrs are too sub.
tie for the eye ami ear. Some must
have the towering crocus, the wool
starring dogwood. tire voice of blue
bird. even SO gross rcnllnur! a" IT,
farewell handshake of the retiring
buckwheat and oyster. before they IN
welcome the lady In green to their 'ull
bosoins. But to old earth's III est
kin there come straight. swce, nes-
saSes from his newest brit,r. telling
less they choose to be.
On the previous summer Sarah :. d
gone into the country and loved
farmer.
I'm writing your story never bark
back thus. 1t is bad art and cripples
interest. Let it march, mnrchJ
Sarah stayed two weeks at Sunny
brook farm. There she learned to love
old Farmer Frank!in's son Walter.
Farmers have been loved AID welded
and turned out to lrasS In less time.
Eut young Walter Franklin was
modern alricul,uriSt He had tele-
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. He had immoderately prais-
ed the effect of the yellow blossoms
against her brown tresses, and she had
left the chaplet there and walked back
to the house swinging her straw sailor
in her hand.
They were to marry In the spring
at the very first sign of spring. Waiter
said. And Sarah came back to the
city to pound her typewriter.
A knock 1T the door diSpeiltd Sarah's
visions of that happy day. waiter
had brought the rough pencil draft OF
the home restaurants next day fare
in old SchuIenberg's angular hand.
Sarah sat down to her typewriter
and slipped card between the rollers.
She was nimble worker. Generally
in an hour and Il half the twenty-one
lurnu cards were written and ready.
Today there were 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 pervaded the
entire menu. Lamb that lately ca
pered ON the greening hillsides was
becOmingly exploited with the sauce
that COMMUNICATED its gambols The
song Of the oyster. though not silenced,
was diminuendo con amore. The fry
ing pan seemed to I've held inactive be-
hind the benehcent bars of the brOiler.
The pie list swelled: the richer pud-
dings had vanished the sausage. with
his drapery wrapped about him, bare
ly fingered in a pleasant thanatopsis
with the buckwheats and the sweet
but doomed maple.
Sarah's fingers danced like midgets
above summer stream. Down
through the courses she worked, CIV
ing each item its position according to
its length with an accurate eye.
Just above the desserts came the
list of Embellishments and peas.
asparagus on toast. the perennial to-
matoes and corn and succotash, lima
beans. cabbage-nnd 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,
paniment 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! Dandelions, with
whose golden blooms Walter had
crowned her his queen Of love and fu-
ture bride; dandelions, the harbingers
of spring. her sorrows crown OF sor-
row. reminder of her happiest days!
Madam, | dare you to smile until
you suffer this test: Let the Marechal
Mel roses that Percy brought you on
the night you gave him your heart be
served as salad with French dressing
before your eyes at Schulenberg
table d'hote. Had Juliet so seen her
love tokens dishonored the sooner
would she have sought the lethean
herbs Of the good apothecary.
But what witch Is spring! Into
the great cold city Of stone and iron
a message had to be sent. There was
none to convey it but the little hardy
courier of the fields with his rough
green coat and modest air.. He Is
true soldier Of fortune. this dent -de-lion
this lions TOOTH as the French chefs
call him. Flowered he will assist at
Iovemaking wreathed in my ladys nut
brown hair; young and callow and I'M
bIossomed, he goes into the boiling pot
and delivers the word Of his sovereign
mistress.
BY and by Sarah forced back her
tears. The cards must be written.