The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-04-24
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 Bud drove to the back of the church, where there was a long row of horse stalls. There were several old coaches standing by, but none as ancient or as grand as ours, and found myself taking pride in the apparent antiquity of the family was visiting and re- member quite well Sneering at the newly painted buggies which were lined along the fence We not only had a pew well up under the chancel. but occupied a place Of honor among the middle aisle aristocracy. I had never heard Miss Ellen sing and did not know now whether she was so- prano or alto. I was tempted sorely to look around just once to see her in the organ loft, but so many eyes were fixed on me that kept mine fixed re- Iigfously on the minister. After ser mon the Turpins held quite recep- ton under the pines in the yard. and was given an opportunity of seeing in what respect they were held in the county. Several of the young men in- vited me to hunt with them and of- fered me their guns, shellsPand dogs.
 we know Bud is pretty busy" they would say, ''so if you give the word we will ride by for you some day this
 
 attraction. and every man tried to edge himself within the circle that sur- rounded her in order to receive one passing remark from her at least. She seemed entirely unconscious of the influence she exerted in her limited sphere. yet apparently took this hom- age for granted, or so it appeared to me
 we must have a dance in the hall while Mfr. Palmer Is here," heard her saying to some of the girls who were standing near, at which they fmmedi- Rtely set up such a chatter and chatter as a hundred sparrows might be ex. pected to make upon the first warm Hay in spring. The following Friday was settled as the day, and all, boys and girls as well. agreed to come Thursday and help cook tt1eA supper Tor the party. and each agreed, too. to bring something. Margaret Robert Bon said she would bring all the sugar needed for the cake, Bert Simmons promised three quarts of cream for the lsillabub, and Jim Barrett said he would make up the rest that might be needed Ruth Howard would donate flour, and another offered chickens for the salad, and SC on down the list.
 Be sure to bring them picked, George Adams" said Miss Ellen, laughing, to the lad who had donated the chickens, flor if Sally StovalI is there you will be of no assistance, as we know from experience And two of you girls must come prepared to spend the night of the ball to help clear away the remnants the next day" All volunteered, and Miss Ellen had hard time to choose between them, so high ly was this honor prized. The rector, coming out and hearing what all the chatter was about, delivered a lecture upon the frivolity of youth and ended by saying:
 And if no one has seen about the music I promise to furnish that as my share I will bring my old violin and be one of the band Inyself,' which an nouncement was greeted with ap- plause, for heard afterward that no one could keep such good time as Mir Lamb. and the darky band always played better when he1ed it.
 That afternoon a number of older @eople in the county called, and Miss Ellen served tea CD the shady side of the house under the porch. Later Bud and rode horseback He took me to see the camping ground of General Sherman, which Miss Ellen had point ed out to me the night of my arrival, and from there we took a circuitous route home He told me many of the difficulties of farming in the county. We passed a number of farmers, and from each I learned something and stored up in my mind many a quaint anecdote for my letters from these simple country folk. One time when Bud had ridden forward to consult some one about getting extra hands l rode up to a stolid looking individual whom I saw sitting on a rail fence near by whittling a stick. His beard and hair were unkempt. and his whole attitude was one Of supreme indiffer- ence to his surroundings.
 Good morning. said.
 Same to yOu," he answered without looking up to see who had addressed him
 How are your crops this year?'' I asked.
 1 Poor" was his monosyllabic reply. Good last year?'
 '.Nup,'' with maddening indifference T hope your. crops will be better