The Morning examiner. [volume] (Ogden, Utah) 1904-1910, 1910-06-12

that they would
The sun had risen into troubled rcd sky, and the
light of the carly morning lay yellow upon the faded
hills that banked the horizon the south In front of
the little unpaintcd house. the ground rcd-bTown with
dwarf oak and elm dropped sharply 10 the Souris
River below. that shallow over Its sandy bed 10
join the Assinbon in the long long march to the sea
Inside OF the little house, tired woman, coorleSS
as the faded hills and fields, stlcssy prepared the
breakfast The wind rising already and the trail
before the door smoked with dust She looked weary
the fields. The harvest was over, the summer
ended Bands OF black plowing crossed the fields.
for the preparation for next years sowing had begun
Yellow straw piles through which herds OF cattle
1oragcd, gave touch OF color to the unendng gray
dcadncsS.
1t had been an abundant harvest. wonderful yield,
they said, but it all WEAKNESS to her, Her eyes
achcd. her shoulders bent like old womanS. her
hands were 1oughencd and sorc-she looked at them
ptyngly. And still Tom loved this country, this great
busy hurring, pitilesS country How could he: She
could not understand 1t
Tom came in for his breakfast He was handsome
big fellow cear-eycd and wholesome, with face of
beamng good nature, born for out OF doors for
lhc blue sky and the open He walked brskly
We haven't had much time for chat lately, Mil
dred" he said, he washed his face in the little
enamclcd basin that stood box III the corner But
isn't 1t fine to have all the grain safe III the elevator?
-Four thousand bushels, Mldredl Not too bad, Is it.
old gI5if E6 h,d sh. -.o.,.d ,,...x sb, ,. oo
ing OF the little Ay-specked window; the dust lay
thick upon the sill-she could smell it
The dead grass rolling in pillows the wind
swept screaming past the little house, and the DUST
rising-always the dust oh, how she hated it.
Tom did not notice The smell of frying bacon was
twcc to him The country was gorous-hc had planted
The seed and he had seen it erow- great coun-
Try. free and fruitful and many broad acres OF it
his He loved 1t
How would it be If We went into town to-day. Mil
drcd7" he said as he finished his breakfast want
10 sec about machinery and maybe there's
something you want | am gong to try one of those
sod" -'>
But Mildred was not listening Neither did she
look at him.
Hurry up, Mildred, and we'll go before dinner he
saying.
aNo, don't want to 60" she said at last. Il am
going; can't CO. Tom
Tom looked at her with distressed look his boy
ish face
Nothing she answered, and her tone to
being shrewish
Tom went out and hitched his horses to the plow in
silence. He wouldn't go to town without Mldred-hc
had lost his ambition about the disk harrow
For what could be wrong with Mildred? She had al
ways been SO checryl When the hail had como the
year before and battered down his crop and with it all
his hopes he remembered how he had come back to the
house after looking at his ruined fields and cried like
! disappointed child. 1t Mildred who brave;
she would not let him despair He thought of It now
how she had put life, hope in him Ii Mile
Went back on him, what good was anything?
The long furrow stretching the even mile Law before
him. Overhead in the crisp October air. Vshaped
flock OF wild geese honked flying high they seemed
like tiny specks beneath the blue. The steam of
threshcr made cloud against the Tiger Hills in the
distance and its industrious hum came to his The
ginted the shining subble chicken
and circled over his head
It is lovely country" he thought he breathed
IN the freshness OF The morning, great big. lovely
country-but what can be wrong with Nllic?"
Indoors, Mildred worked 1stcssly The silence was
heavy broken only by the flies that buzzed increasingly
the clock had stoppcd-he had forgotten to wind
the busy days before She wondering vaguely
what had happened to all her anbitions-she had had
many plans, many hopes She had told her
self that she liked the country. She thought OF those
first days-it seemed ages ago-when she and Tom had
thought it such fun to be keeping house. The little
with its funny little tin pots and pans had all been
so new and shiny and the dainty fried curtains and
The cretonne-coyered cairs-how proud she had been
OF them! Now they all dull and and grimy
their beauty gonc-lie her own, she thought sadly but
pitilcss. hurrying, busy country She wiped the dust
lislessly from the window-edgc a slip of paper fell
to the floor; she took UP and blew tho dust from il
1T was cutting from newspaper and line met her
eye:
"Thc brides soug-away dress was of scal-brown
broadcoth with smart brown toquc match, and she
made charming picture as She
sudden impulse seized her. She lifted the stove
lid and threw the paper IN and doing so she caught
glimpse OF her face IN the little mirror that hung
above the wash 1t looked worn and hard and
old. She sank into a chair and sobbcd
week later letter from home Couldn't
Milic come home and make them visit? Three years
was long time to be away from her family-thc cx-
ourslon rates would the middle of December her
mother wrote Then Edith her younger sister wrote
pages. Come home Mile the letter ran-'y you've
pecn HloSsoaSh long enough. Some home and hear
and something Everybody is expecting YOU this
Christmas, for sure Pasifal TO be given here the
FIRST week of January Think of that you dwcllcr OF
the PLAN! Eva Brown has back from Germany
and don't know how many musical evenings have been
held Tor her; She can't play we'll as YOU though
Mildred and that's the honest utterancc of a near
relative who never Aatters But Evas gowns are poems
and symphonies. Gerald Brown is rather nice too YOU
Know tic IS going to Europe in March. and he has
asked tather and mother If they will let me go with
hm' and subsequently 10 other paces-whcrcver lie
gocs-alwayS and evcrmore
Pr
You and mother will have to hold a consultation
rather getting awfuly Lonesome for you and mother
100; YOU know how mother IS Father gong to send
you the money, mind trying TO save it out OF
the butter and eggs Just say soodby to the stock and
come on Won't We have fun3 | ain going TO be
BRIDESMAID for Ethel Middleton Tomorrow You should
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