Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-02-19

dough. with a slice of half-cooked peach
in the center of each. The coffee had
sirlmered itself into a black mud. fror,
which the aroma had sailed off and evap-
Grated in the atmosphere.
Bonnibell, having run up 10 see II Linda
wanted anything. and found her peace
fully sleeping, returned to do the honors
of the MONDAY meal. But she was tired
and worried about her dinner, and with
the frightful results Of her morning $
labors and her untidy appearance staring
her in the face, she could not respond
easily to Harvey's we'll meant efforts at
conversation, and was quite unlike the
airy. merry little sprte she usually ap-
peared.
AS for Harvey. being so exceedingly
hungry and determined TO make the
best of things, he strove valiantly with all
obstacles, and even disposed. in its turn,
of a peach puff, coming out of the battle
with only a queer sensation of having
swallowed few pieces OF sewer pipe Or
something of that nature. He went out
to the orchard. was his usual custom.
to look after the workmen: but a duh.
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ling him to wander off to the hay loft and
drop into the soft masses of dried timothy
and clover, where he fell into heavy
sleep.
He was surprised, when he awoke 10
find the sun drifting far 10 the west
ward, and the shadow of the barn grown
SO long. His head was aching in a dull.
stupid fashion. and he felt a disinclna-
ton to move hand or foot. However. 1t
must be nearly supper time. He groaned
at the thought. firmly believing that an
other one Of Bonnibelrs meals would ter
inmate his earthly career. Still, it would
not do to hurt her feelings by remaining
away at supper time, and the wretched
young man pulled himself together and
descended to the regions below. The
nearer he got to the house. the more des-
perately was he tempted to steal away To
the garden and make his supper upon
cucumbers. just of the vines. toma-
toes-or, indeed, he felt that he would
gladly consume a green gourd. rather
than wage another unequal war with
Bonnibelrs cookery. Courtesy and kindly
feeling prevailed. however. and he strobe
manfully on, determined TO have the or
deal over as soon as possible. When he
reached the old apple tree, under which
the evening meal was usually spread, he
opened his eyes in anna cement. The table
was there, draped in its white cover. and
LIE fearful mixtures he had braced his
nerves to meet were nowhere to be seen.
Upon one corner. protected from flies By
a wire cover, was loaf of the lightes.,
most delicate-ooking sally lunn he had
ever seen. The inevitable glass dish OF
sliced tomatoes was there, and nearby =
bowl Of chicken salad with bordering Of
lettuce leaves. Upon another corner stood
a fruit dish heaped with dark purple,
musky grapes, and a dainty. lowered
china bowl held the very perfection of
apple sauce, clear and amber hued, with
q rich, lucent sirup Everything was SO
cool looking. SO dainty. so tempting, that
he felt his headache diminishing at the
mere sight.
Bonnibell came fitting out in her ARREST
costume of rose organdy and pink rib
bOns. He observed her listlessly. Some
one else was coming out Of the dining
room door, a graceful figure in smooth,
fresh linen, with a white apron. She was
bringing great bunch of red-and-white
petunias for the table; her brown hair
was caught in becoming coil at the back
of her head: she was a trifie pale. per-
haps. but very sweet and fair-it was
Linda. Harvey arose and came forward
quickly, his listlessness was gone lie
held out his hand in an enthusiastic greet
ing. as if she had just returned from
long journey. She smiled. Lindas own
kind, cheerful smile.
I'm all right again." she said, brightly;