The Ekalaka eagle. [volume] (Ekalaka, Mont.) 1909-1920, 1914-04-24

KIP Ryerson's dead" he said quietly.
other things to see besides the long
brown furrow studded with yellow corn
grains. Mary thrust her sweet face Ou
Of her sunbonnct's gloom, daring the
sun and wind to do their worst, feel
ing. as she emerged, az though she had
suddenly entered a new world of light
and vivacity. like a butterfly bursting
from its chrysalis.
Mary was the acknowledged beauty
of the Draft. In the words of Joe
Snyder. Mary Reddin was jest that
pretty hit kinder hurt Yer eyes ter
look at her. and he voiced the senti-
ment Of most of the young fellows Of
the Draft. For there was, in truth,
something about the purity and spar
kle Of the girls face that was almost
dazzling.
Looking at her beside him that heav-
emily May day, David, who had not
seen her for six long months, felt his
heart leap up within him, and with a
sudden surge of tenderness he longed-
but there! What under the sur was
the use of longing for anything, with a
younger sister all eyes and an older
brother all righteousness, and a father
trailing over the field beside them and
making silly, trivial remarks about the
weather and who had their corn in
and who hadn't? In the face Of so
many spectators David had to content
himself with helping Mary carefully
across the little streams and V e all
the fences. AS he jumped her across
the last fence and she came to the
ground with airy grace, Mary. who
daily climbed these same fences and
skipped across these streams unaided
turned to him with mischief in her
eyes.
Il certainly am erbliged ter yer, Da
vid," she said demurely. II dunno's
I'd we er got home without yer help
At her words Jack Reddin and the
younger sister Uttered, and flushing
hotly David turned a quick look or
her, but in the depths of her eyes III
read n tenderness beneath the mock
cry which the others failed to sec ant
. which somehow for him took all thu
sting out of her words.
Jaw, Mary he said deprecatingly
and Their added in a whisper, I'm
, lookin' fer Their time when I'll be Il
hand ter help yer over all ther hare
. Places
But Mary was in Il provoking mood
y "What was hit yer said?' she asked
with tantalizing politclnss. II didn'
quite ketch hit. Say hit ter Jack; M
/ sunbonnct rufi]es tickles my years so
l can't hear nothin' hardly"
"Never mind,' said David as tho.
n entered the house. with a meaning tina
silenccd her. "Ill wait an say hi
Il cr:in ter yer when l kin say hit lou,
i. ernou.h ter make yer hear me sur
v 'nough."
+ Mrs. Reddin. warm but smiling, cam
u in from the kitchen and shook hand
e with David.
v I'm mighty glad ter see yer bacl
Dave" she said cordially. Yer hi
# well?"
David assured her that he had.
II "Well, I'm glad ter hear hit" she r.
turned. Il heerd Their was err heap {
d sickness in camp this year. Amt Ii
Il awful warm?" she went on, gaspin
e slightly with the remembrance Of hi
IS steaming kitchen. She was Il larg
IL : fair woman with a serene countenanC
and the remains Of a good deal {
beauty. From her Mary inherited Ii,
Y regular features, but the girls fac
r. was touched with an individuality an
IS poetry lacking in the older woman'
or perhaps her face had once had
,r and the care of a husband and eleve
le children, to say nothing Of every year
L. crop Of chickens and abandoned lamb
had transformed the poetry into a sc
eral large hearted motherliness-on IL
IL whole, a very good middle aged SUI
70 stitute for poetry.