Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1910-09-02

II WAS SUNDAY "a June sunday in
New England.
Then Heaven tries if it be in
tune
And over it softly her warm ear
lays"
Buttercups were still starring the
grass, but the dandelions had chang
ed into pale and fleecy moons. The
trees were in fun leaf and seemed 90
be rejoicing in their eXuberaut vi
tally rs trees have a way OF doing
at this season Of the year. Birds
were on the wing. insects were buz.
Sing and humming. each breath Of
wind came laden with fragrance.
Everywhere there was color, odor.
motion; everywhere was life, breath
ing budding, soaring life.
In large. old-fashioned room at
Hollyhurst family group were
gathered around the breakfast table
Anyone acquainted with DR.. Gard
ner and his wife would have no diff
Guilty in accounting for the children,
and those who knew the children
could easily imagine what the father
and mother must be. Not that they
were all so much alike. The fire and
force each found its own individual
expression, but about them all was
the same atmosphere of genuine sim
plicity and serene unselfishness.
Papa, do you know that some
men call you a crank?" asked Reg
inald.
DR.. Gardner looked across the ia
bic at his wife with a humorous twin
kle in his eye. Il have had a vague
suspicion that such might be the
case" he answered.
But, do you care?"
That depends upon why they call
me So"
ut seems to be because you are
so particular about the treatment
of horses and other animals"
Because I try to make life a little
easier for them?"
81 think that is about it,"
IF you were called crank on
that account, should you care, my
SOM"
mo, sir, ! don't think l should"
answered the boy thoughtfully
Neither do l."
Let me repeat to you something
that l read in the magazine this
morning." said Mrs. Gardner. "Ev-
cry new thought, every step forward
that has ever blessed the world, has
been thought wrong at first by vast
A little later the group that had
gathered about the breakfast table
were standing out near the barn
They were going into Fairmont to
church and Reginald was Harvesting
the old mare Rebekah. The mare
had been for many years family
possession. Mrs. Gardner had named
her Rebekah, the Jewess, because
Saturday was her Sabbath. DR.. Gard
ner believed, in common with others,
that one day in seven for rest is es-
sential to the well-being of humanity,
but the doctor went further. He
thought that all animals employed
by men should come under the same
law, so he allowed them one day in
the week for entire freedom from toll.
Thus it came about that Rebekah
cropped the sweet grass and cooled
her feet in the meadow on Saturday,
while on Sunday she again took up
her task-scarcely more than a pleas
ure-of serving her masters needs.
AS the family we're driving quietly
on to Fairmont, enjoying the dewy
freshness and fragrance of the sum
mer morning, their attention was at
tracted by a horse and carriage com
ing toward them. The horse seemed
to be lacking, SO to speak, for he
pursued a Mgzag course from one
side of the road to the other. He
was dripping with sweat, and was
evidently quite exhausted. He seemed
moreover, utterly bewildered and dis
couraged. In the wagon were two men
and one was jerking the reins and
making aimless attempts at guidance,
which accounted FOR the erratic
course. The other held the whip,
which he snapped and brandished
violently.
Look at the poor, poor horse, and
those cruel men exclaimed Rose.
do speak to them, papa"
They are hardly in state to
listen, 1 fear" answered her faith
er.
But try, papa. try!" she said,
rising up Ia her excitement, while
Rebekah, as II promp ed by some in.
stlnct of sympathy, Immediately stop