The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1913-09-04
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FREELY A 5HE 5AT BESIDE THE BED,
VITHNlllvN5 HAND IN HERS

strolled out together, in unloverlike
fashion walking on opposite sides Of the
road, or else n behind the other. They
greeted one another calmly, and parted
with a "guid NIGHT to We, Willum."
"Guid NIGHT, lassie."
I noticed occasionally, as Jeanne sat
at her sewing in the afternoon, that she
wore a piece of ~honeysuckle or q pink
rose in the front Of her gown, and that
a sweet light Of content shone upon
her face, but yet she seemed so COM
pletely absorbed In her household du-
~ imagine Jeanne to be suffering, like
the rest Of the world, from the disease
Of love.
Five years thus elapsed, five years
during which we heard no more Of mar
rtage. Thrifty, indeed, was Jeanne, and
careful. Her bonnet was the plainest
In the kirk. and her Sunday gown APP
peared to last %eternally. She must have
put by money, with the canniness Of
her country women, but to our ques-
tons (and they were rarely and prud-
emily putt as to how her engagement
was progressing, h would only
swer fine" We had begun to think
the whole affair a mere matter of
friendship when one day we We're sud
denly startled out OF our preconceived
notions.
AS I entered the kitchen Jeanne was
engaged Smelling peas. and all the time
big round tears We're falling on the
husks.
Jeanne, what is the matter?" I
asked. completely taken aback at such
an unwonted sight.
ETH, mistress, dear!" said Jeanie,
looking at me with her honest brown
eyes. and trying to wipe away her
tears. "IIl have to gang ava the
NIGHT Ye mustn't be angry, I Gamma
bide. The lassie can cool well, and I'll
leave everything handy"
II know you've trained the kitchen
maid admirably" I answered, but
what's your trouble, Jeanie?"
"Willum's ILL.," she said, and a fresh
gLsh Of tears gushed forth, "and his
mother has Just sent for me to nurse
him; maybe she'll not want to engage
wages, and the stramash. and she
knows I can work hard-and specially
for my guild man that's to be-"
0 course you must go, Jeanie," I
said. quietly, thinking it best to sooth
her, for 1 did not recognize my quiet,
well balanced Jeanne. Probably Will
lum Is not as i'll as you think. Anyway,
go at once, and set your mind at rest"
Jeanne thanked me shortly, and the
grip with which her fingers held the
end Of the table relaxed.
I feel ~dreadfully sorry as she stood
there, so strong, alert, and capable
looking, the very image Of a splendid
farmers wife. However, 1 said no
more, and presently I saw her going
out Of the back door in her neat black
gown, carrying in her hand the bonnet
TO- which contained her clothes.
What happened afterwards at the
farm we only knew by hearsay. Will
lum's mother, a shrewd old lady, dis
liked her sons intended marriage,
knowing 1t meant a change Of mis-
tresses at the farm; yet. when he fell
Ill, and the care of the chickens, the
calves. and the butter left her no time
to nurse the invalid, she Immediately
put her pride in her pocket, and desired
the presence Of Jeanne to save the
wages of a servant.
Jeanne perfectly realized this, but
with the patient humility Of love she
neither rebelled nor refused. Willum
was Ill. Willum's mother wanted her.
1t was her place to go. She could lift
him In her strong arms, sing him to
sleep with her rich voice, and with her
deft hands prepare his food. She took
her bonnet off. hung 1t up on a nail
put on her white apron, and at once
proceeded to Willum's room. What
passed between them there Ia too "a.