The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1914-11-26
THANKSGIVING Idyl
b BEAU .ESPRITA

Title. Jimmie perched exuftinRfy
on the high spring seat of the
v agon. and slapped the lines i'm
partially at his strangely assorted
team. This was "vot We do in the
Of country"
All through the day this Scandl-
navian Amazon trudged up and
down the rows in the twelve acre
lot. She would husk The corn from
as far on each si.le of the wagon rs
she could conveniently throw 1t into
the box; then she would slip Int"
her impruvlsel harness an help
guide the wagon to lis next staui,
where she would slip the rope from,
about her shoulders and resume the
husking. When the load became
az heavy as the one horse could
draw, she took her place at he neck
yoke while Jimmie drove to the
barn, where they unluaded the
glis'ening golden ears.
They were coming IN from the
last trip of the day. and the early
dusk OF the November evening was
already gathering, when they over
took Spence BruwDell who, know
Ing old lIucle Matt was confined to
the house with his rheumatism, had
thought To step across the fields to
see If he could help Jimmie with
the chores.
lie stopped in blank amazement
at sight Of tue strange team, staring
at them for moment with popping
eyes. Then with a strange cry he
rushed toward the wogon.
My Gawd. you little Imp. what
are you dom that pore 'ooman?" he
cried at Jimmie. in bis sudden
horror at the sight overlpokln the
fac, that ten year old bov could
hardly have forced person of
Titles proportions aud denlonst rat
ed strength to assume her present
position. He began tearing with
trem bling hands at the rope about
her shoulders.
You pore little thing" began
this rural mysoeonist, addressing
FIllle; but Title evidently did not
relish being called bore little
thing by a man who did not begin
to approach her III size, for she cut
short his sympathy with a "Sh"o.
now" and vigorous shove which
sent him staggering back. Before
he could recover from bis umexpect-
Ell repulslon of his gallant attempt
at rescue. Title slapped the horse
Oh the shoulder and with shove
Oh the neck Yoke turned the wagon
into the yard.
Spence stared after it with mingled
feelings.
I'D ought to kEowed better than
to monkey with a 'ooman," he
uuttered bitterly. and then, But
gee whicky! amt she sIrongv'
lie followed the wagon into the
yard, where TIllle. scoop in
hand, was climbing ONO the wagon
to unload 1t.
Here you" be began. Tillie
waved him away with he shovel,
saying: Don't bmlder me. Aye
i'ane bus,.' He stood Watching
her with growing admiration as she
sc"oped up the golden ears aud toss
ell them lnto the CRIB.
Visions of his own forty acres of
corn, not yet housed, came into his
miImd as he va che.l.
Seeking explanations. he turned
to the barn where jimmie was put
ing up the horse. When they came
out INTO the yard again the wagon
was emptled aud Tlllle had departed
to The house.
Come have supper, an then help
me fix Dex's shoulder" jimmie III
vlted, and Spence followed him into
the kitchen.
Uncle Matt had already departed
to his bed, and Aunt Matt was with
HIM. l'illie was busy al the kitchen
range. with pots aud skillet.
AS he drew up to the table few
moments later Spence Brownell was
conscious that his whole view of life.
aud especially his opinion IF wo-
men, was undergoing swift revn-
l,,s INhOr..f,tc ..F k,,c
husked corn were again in his MUD,
and the savory supper before him
reminded him that the national
feast day was only two days off.
The KIDS been tellin' me what
you DONE" be said as they finished
the meal. Did you really git iu
four loads alone today?"
Vas" was TITLES laconic reply.