The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1910-01-29

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trouble. Some say that the wind can wear on
peoples nerves so that they cannot do the thing
that they would.
The sun had risen into troubled red sky, and the
light of the early morning lay yellow upon the faded
the little implanted house, the ground, red-brown with
dwarf oak and elm dropped sharply to the Souris
join the Assinbon in the long, long march to the
Inside of the little house tired woman, eolorless
as the faded hills and fields stessy prepared the
before the door smoked with dust. She looked YEARLY
was ended Bands OF black blowing crossed the fields
for the preparation for next years sowing had begun
Yellow straw piles, through which herds OF cattle
deafness
tty a ' S ssdn"t to 1 er sa
ached her shoulders bent like old wo1ans her
ptyingly And still Tom loved this country this great
busy, hurrying. pitiess country! How could he: She
could understand it.
big fellow, ceareyed and wholesome, with face of
the blue Sky and the open He walked briskly across
the r.; room ~,
enameled basin that stood box in the But
old S ss' too baa she repeated ,ess,v She wa. look
ing out of the little fyspecked window the dust lay
thick upon the si-she could smell it.
. rpf ssss 5s !" s": the G G
rising-always the dust; oh, how she hated it
to him. The country gorioushc had planted
the seed and he had seen it grow-lt was great coun-
try free and fruitful and many broad acres of it were
How would it be if we went into to-day, Mil
dred? he said as he finished his breakfast Il
to see about new machinery and maybe there's
something you want. ] going to try of those
disk harrows-theyre the best thing to cut the
But Mildred not listening Neither did she
Hurry up, Mildred and we'll go before dinner" he
saying
No: don't want to go she said at last :" am
Tom looked at her with distressed look on his boy
Whats wrong. Mildred? What's wrong old girl?"
Nothing" she answered, and her tone came near to
Tom went and htchcd his horses the plow in
silence. He wouldn't go to town without Mlldred-le
had lost his ambition to see about the disk harrow
ways " been @e so eeery When the hail had come the
year before and battered down his crop with all
his hopes, he remembered how he had come back to the
house. after looking his ruined fields, and cried like
a disappointed child It was Mildred who was brave
how she had put new lie. new hope, in him, Il Mile
went back on him, what good was anything?
The long furrow stretching the mile lay before
flock of wild geese honked flying high they seemed
like tiny specks beneath the blue. The steam OF
thresher made cloud against the Tiger Hills in the
distance and its industrious hum came to his The
sun gnted on the shining stsbble @ ran
rose and circled over his head.
ct is lovely country" he thought as he breathed
country-but what can be wrong with Millie'"
Indoors, Mildred worked stessly The silence was
even the clock had stoppedshe had forgotten Wind
it in the busy days before She wondering vaguely
wn, a sd pn o she had told he
self that she liked the country She thought OF those
thought it such fun to be keeping house The little
stove with its funny little tin pots and pans had all been
50 new and shiny and the dainty frled curtains and
of them! Now they all dull and worn and grrny,
their beauty gone-ike her she thought sadly but
pless. hurrying. busy country. She wiped the dust
listlessly from the wndowedge slip of paper fell
to the floor: she took and blew the dust from, it
1t cutting from newspaper, and line met her
eye:
broadcloth with smart brown MATCH and she
made a charming picture as shc--
sudden impulse seized her. She lifted the stove
lid and threw the ill., and in doing she caught
above the wash basin It looked worn and hard and
old. She sank into chair and sobbed
Mile come home and make them visit Three years
long time to be away from her famly-the ex-
mother wrote Then Edith, her younger sister.
pages Come home, Mile" the letter ran-"you
sd see Something epe s ou h
Christmas for sure. Parsfal' is to be given here the
the the pain Eva Brown has come back from Germany
and don't know how many musical evenings have been
held for her She can't play as we'll you. though
Mildred, and that's the honest of near
relative who fatcrs. But Evas gowns poems
aid symphonies. Gerald Brown rather nice YOU
know lie IS going Europe in March, and he has
asked father 27d mother if they will let go with
him, and subs,> entity to other places-wherever he
gocs-aways ard e,,-'"ore.
But we cannot decio> ra1ds case until you come
You ard mother will hav> hold a consultation
Father is setting awfullv lonesol " you and mother
too you know how mother is Fac- is going to send
you the money never mind trying u save it out of
the butter and eggs just sa* eoodby t., stock and
Won't have i.,i' I gong to be
bridesmaid for Ethel Middleton You should