Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1914-08-19
KATE's PLEASURES.
By Lola Avis kernochan.

Copyright, 1914, by the Mcclure News
paper Syndicate.
'If I only We're like Kate" said Meg
sadly to herself. eff l only had her sac
rificial nature, I'd be content to marry
Edward and bury myself for life on a
farm, as she has done with John.
"But Pm not like Kate. 1 couldn't give
l just couldn't. And 1 might as we'll
answer Edwards letter right now, and
tell him so; what good will waiting do?"
once get s sue eld H tbe W thdSgh to ca Eaga to h af
that a day spent with Kate on her New
Jersey farm would make the plan of
the horrors of farm life WILDLY. in mind,
she would be able to convince her stub
born heart of what her mind already was
sure; that she could never be happy with
Edward. Yes, a day spent with Kate
would bring resignation.
BY noon she had left New York and
Jersey. Two hours later she stepped
down from the stage before Rates farm.
She slipped around to the kitchen door,
where she felt sure she would find Kate,
and tried to shake off her depression with
the repetition of one of their childhood
tricks ickks
She whined, concealing herself.
An exclamation, a rush, and Kate was
"oh; Meg, darling!' she cried, I'm so
couldn't have come on a better day."
Msg als5ed haze ner c %15h d pity y b IN hsr AYES ayes;
she repeated, taking her words as a con-
fession that she a reached the limit
To her surprise, Hates answer was not
at all of the nature of a confession.
IF you'd come yesterday. you'd have
day before you'd have had to pack eggs
with me-; day before that-oh, Meg! /
live such a g%loriously full life. You
n a ~ inn uip,a 1,nrVy rooryy IS,,c + Io,,1
to do
Meg sank Imply on the steps. Surely
Kate was acting?. Surely she was put
Kate. musical Kate, was sincere in her
enthusiasm over churning and egg pack
ing?
Blu Kate did not look like one who
has q disappointment to defend. She
brantly. Her cheeks had a color Meg
had never seen in them before. Her voice
had a new ring.
But not so much to do that you can't
keep up your music?" Meg asked before
she was able to stop herself;
"a forgotten there was such a thing:
standing still any more. Goodness. l
e0 aNo.! s Wad'e M %y stare stnrin at a .G G1aee:' you
"Enjoyed it?' Rates voice was toll
ing to q child. "Well, dear, you see 1
have bigger Judgments now-the joy of
getting ahead with John-of feeling that
! am his partner. Oh, you can't UNDER
Dazedly. Meg followed her us she started
toward the barnyard to exhibit her treas
ures.
Nov. these White Leghorns," she ex-
planned. ARE the finest IN the country.
They ought to yield us a good profit. Our
Plymouth Rocks are the envy of the
township. And as for our pigs
Blu Meg was not listening. Miserably,
she turned away. A moment later, when
Kate had spoken of the joys of partner
ship. she had felt thai neutrality-suspicious.
she, too, could school herself to a farm
mo, l wasn't made for it," she broke
out miserably, to Hates as,onishment
pigs could never take the place of
music for mel" She flung the words des-
perately. hoping that somehow her tears
would make amends for her f%rankness.
They did. Kindly. Hates arms folded
about her. why, dearie!'' came softly
into her ear, II didn't know you were
thinking of farm life. You don't mean to
say that you have a John, too-that O
are so lucky?"
Lucky" walled Meg. "Oh why did 1
have to fall in love with the very type Of
man I least wanted? I should die on a
farm
Wisely. Kate said nothing. Instead. she
led the younger girl around to the front
porch. and coaxed her into the great can
vas hammock which hung behind the cool
Japanese screen. Dimly, through the