The Monticellonian. [volume] (Monticello, Ark.) 1870-1920, 1919-12-19
CHAPTER I-Continued.

PEI
at seems as though you would be
in charge here for a while, Reenie,
he said, so you will save time by
getting acquainted at once with your
equipment. Look the house over and
see what you have to work with"
"Well. / can commence here" she
answered. "This is Dawes room.
suppose 1 should say Mr. Eldens,
but-What was it he said about mis-
tering'? It would be splendid if ii
were cleaned up" she continued. with
kindling enthusiasm. "These bare
logs, bare floors bare rafters-we've
got back to essentials, anyway. And
that's his bed" She surveyed a
framework of spruce poles, on which
lay an old straw mattress and some
very gray blankets. Il suppose he
is very tired when he goes to bed, .
she said, drolly, as though that could
be the only explanation of sleep amid
such surroundings
In the south end of the larger room
stood fireplace, crudely made of
slabs of native rock The fires of
many winters had crumbled the rock,
so that it had fallen in in places and
was no longer employed for its 0rigi-
nal purpose. A very rusty and greasy
stove now occupied the space imme-
diately i'll front of the fireplace, the
stovepipe leading into the ample but
lettering chimney. Near the stove
was bench supporting a tin wash
basin, wooden pail and certain frag-
ments of soap-evidently all the equip
ment necessary for the simple ablu-
tons of the Eden household. The
remnant Of grain=bag, with many evil
dences of use and abuse. performed
the functions of towel, and a broken
piece OF looking glass gave the faintest
intimation that strain of fundamen-
tai relationship links the sexes BY
the western wall was Il table with nu-
merous dishes, and TO the wall itself
had been nailed wooden boxes-salmon
and tomato cases-now containing an
assortment of culinary supplies. A
partially used sack of flour and an
other of rolled oats leaned against the
wall, and trapdeor in the floor gave
promise of further resources beneath.
There wis a window in the east and
another in the west, both open and
unscreened; myriadS of flies gave the
only touch Of life TO the dismal scene
Irene looked it all over. then leaned
against the window sill and laughed
Her father had brought her west for
holidays, with the promise of changed
surroundings and new experiences, but
he had promised her no such delight
as this. With the Eden kitchen still
photographed in her mind she called up
the picture of her own city home-the
order; the precision; the fixedness :;
the this-sits-here-and Notwithstanding
ness; the fairness and emptiness and
Formally of it all; and she turned
again To the Eden kitchen and laughed
IA soft, ripping. irrepressible laugh,
as irrepressible as the laughter of the
mountain stream amid the evergreens.
Then she looked again from the open
window, this time with eyes that saw
the vista of valley and woodland and
foothill that stretched down into the
opening prairie. Suddenly she realized
that she was looking down upon pic
ture-one of natures obscure master
pieces-painted in brown and green
and saffron against an opal canvas. 1t
was beautiful, not with the solemnity
of the great mountains, nor the sol
n hn MI
that nearer, more intimate relationship
which is the peculiar property of the
foothill country. The girl drew a
great breath of the pure air and was
about to dream a new daydream when
the voice of her father brought her to
earth.
Cant you find anything that will do
for bandage?" he asked.
"Oh, you dear Daddykins :" she re-
piled, her voice tremulous with self
reproach. Il had forgotten. There
was spell, or something; it just came
down upon me in the window. The
bandage? Dear, no. The only cloth |
see is the kitchen towel, and | can't
recommend it. But what goose |
am, Our grips are in the car. or I'M
der it. or somewhere. I'll be back in
a jiffy." And she was off at sharp
trot down the trail along which she
had so recently come in Dave Eldens
wagon.
The grips were duly found, and Irene
congratulated herself that she and her
father We're in the habit of travelling
with equipment for overnight. Arrived
at the house, she deftly wrapped a
bandage about her fathers injury and
set to work at the preparation of sun
per-a task not strange to her as her
mother considered it correct that her
daughter should have working knowl-
edge of kitchen affairs.
Once during the evening she took
glance into the other room. 1t was
even less inviting than Dawes, with
walls bare of any adornment save dirty
garments that hung from nails driven
II the logs. On the rude bed Law an
old man. She could see only part of
his face-a gray mustache dropping
over an open mouth, and florid cheek
turned TO the glow of the setting SIM.
On chair beside the bed sat a bottle
and the room reeked with the smell of
breath charged with alcohol. She
gently closed the door and busted her
self through the long evening with re-