New-York tribune., 1919-06-22
A June jag
By Emma Bugbee

W. j. WERE ERE. on June jag. Revelline
Wv IN every shining meadow swept
with daisies, shrieking our delight
IN every rusty farmhouse glorified with wis.,
taria, and laughing back at every good mat
ured little wild rose that grnned at us from,
the crossroads We loitered through the land
scape. We became intoxicated with the scent
OF new mown hay and the crimson stimulus
of peonies and roses
We stopped to buy cherries at a noint
where the view was fatal. From where we
sat the silver pastures dropped away TO the
SHINING waters of the Sound in the distance.
Here and there in the daisy fields young
maple, rcbeling against the parent forest.
had broken away and danced alone in the
sunshine In the giant Gins, which stood
guard over the little farmhouse across the
road an oriole flashed, and there was hum
ming bird in the Crimson Rambler.
ooh, I've got to buy farm out here" cried
the First Cousin.
''Think of enduring the subway when the
world is full of roses," sighed the Second
Cousin. eyes, think we might as we'll buv
farm. Let's buy that one"
So it came about that the First Cousin
who is energetic even in an emotional crisis.
drove the car around to the little farm under
the clms.
And there it was not the old-fashioncd
garden, with bleeding hearts and cinnamon
pinks following stone pathway down to the
edge OF tiny brook, nor it the yellow
calf tethered under apple tree, nor even
the old-fashoned well-swecp that caught
our rapturous attention. 1t was Service
Star in the kitchen window
Even the First Cousin was a triAe taken
aback at this, and hesitated moment about
knocking in pursuit Of her bargain, lest we
seem to pry into family affairs that should
be sacred from strangers
Il don't suppose they would want to sell.
anyway, until he comes home" she mur-
INJURED doubtfuly
This question was disposed of, however.
oy the sprlghtly appearance of Friend Soldier
himself, who disentangled himself from the
puppy IN the hammock and came toward lis
The First Cousin regarded him with the
mingled awe and condescension inevitable in
one who sees mere schoolboy (who looks
as if he had not been overbripht in r.+;,>
merged into the Hero and Defender of the
Flag. In this case, too there was a mixture
of envy for the dweler in this June nara
disc.
Good afternoon" she gulped; 1--WE stoned
to inquire whether by chance this farm might
be for sale. We"-
Il couldn't say, lady" the soldier answered
Il only got home last night III speak
to-
He vanished behind the screen door and
we heard his strong young voice summoning
some one in authority from remote cham
bers. Then he reappeared, smiling no.
litely.
my mother will be out soon." he said
The First Cousin caught him as he was
returning to the pup.
"1s that your service starr" she ask.d
affably
"Yes'm," he said
And you just returned last night? %
"Yes'm."
well, you must be very happy to come
back to such a lovely home"
Its all right" said the boy, with a swift
glance toward the rambler roses. At least
thought 1t was the rambler roses at first.
1t may have been the broken pickets
Ut is the most beautiful view | ever saw"
chirped up the Second Cousin, hoping to pry
smile from the stold young face.
"Yes'm' The face remxined stolid