The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1910-02-10

sages from uls newest pIlut, Nciliht
them they shall be no stepchildren un
less they choose TO be.
On the previous summer Sarah had
gone into the country and loved O
farmer.
Qn writing your story never hark
back thus. II is bad art and cripples
interest. Let II march, march)
Sarah stayed two weeks at Sunny
brook farm. There she learned to love
old Farmer Franklin's son Walter
Farmers have been loved and welded
and turned out to grass In less time
But young Walter Franklin was a
modern agriculturist He had O 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-
ried lane that Walter had wooed and
won her. And together they had sat
and woven 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, Walter
said. And Sarah came back to the
city to pound her typewriter.
A knock at the door dispelled sarahs
visions Of that happy day. A waiter
had brought the rough pencil draft OF
the home restaurants next day fare
In old Schulerberg's angular hand.
Sarah sat down to her typewriter
and slipped a card between the rollers.
She was nimble worker. Generally
In an hour and half the twenty-one
menu cards we're 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 commemorated its gambols. The
song of the oyster, though not stlenced,
was diminuendo con amore. The fry
ing pan seemed to be held inactive be-
hind the beneficent bars of the broiler.
The pie list swelled; the richer pud-
dings had vanished; the sausage, with
his drapery wrapped about him, bare
~ fingered In pleasant thanatopsis
with the buckwhcats 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 vegetables and peas,
asparagus on toast, the perennial to.
matoes and corn and succotash, lima
beans, cabbage-and then
Sarah was cryirG 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-
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 AZ salad with French dressing
before your eyes at a 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 II but the little hardy
courier of the fields with his rough
green coat and modest air. He IL a
true soldier OF fortune this dent-de-lion
this lions tooth. as the French chefs
call him. Powered be win assist al
loyemaking wreatbed In my lady's nut
brown hair; young and callow and un-
hlossomed, he goes into the boiling pot
aud delivers the word of his sovereign
mistress
By and By Sarah forced back her
tears. The cards must be written.
But stilI in a faint, golden glow from
her danGeiconine dream she fingered
The typewriter Keys abye fly for a u.
lie while with her mind and heart ~
tho meadow lane with her young farm
cr. but soon abe came swiftly back u
the rockisound lanes ~ Manhattan.
and the typewriter began TO rattle
and jump Ike strike breakers naeior
car.
Az o O'Clock the waiter brought hcl
dinner aud carried away The iyE3writ
ten It'll u fare When Sarah ate she
sef aside with sigh. The dish u dan.
delions with It's GROWING oFarlous &c
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