The Tabor independent. [volume] (Tabor, S.D.) 1913-19??, 1919-07-31
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| Sunday
at the Opera House
GOLDEN HEART =,
BY AGNES q. BRoGAN.
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peeled peaches; she wore q pink print
dress and cooked her head upon one
side occasionally, to whistle in imita-
tion Of a robin in nearby tree. Sallie
seemed always to be perfectly happy
and because she had SO very little to
make her happy, folks wondered and
thought her queer. She was different
from those around her, different from
the beautiful sister who was sallie's
Joy and pride. ~ +.
How 1t had happened that Phyllis
,enjoyed life's benefits and privileges,
while Sallie worked about the neat
home, no one knew. Least Of all, Sallie
herself. The tasks had just naturally
fallen to her share when the sacriflc-
Ing mother laid them down forever.
And when Phyllis returning from col
lege regarded with yelled contempt
the simplicity Of her sisters daily
routine, Sallie cheerfully fastened to
brighten, as 1t might suit her, her sis
ter's days. So Phyllis, beautiful and
well gowned, rode in costly motorcars,
or entertained woman friends as she
was entertained. Sallie never entered
Into the parties. She felt constrained
and i'll at ease among the friends Of
Phyllis. Their easy chatter about
raatters of which she knew nothing
embarrassed her. Also 1t was an un-
necessary strain upon old Dads pocket
book-so Sally said--to provide party
frocks for two daughters.
"The affairs were really d silly
waste of time" she further confided.
And old Dad, whose law practice
grew less and less, was relieved by
Sallie's decision. She had not told
Dad of recent experience, when
Phyllis had coldly asked her to attend
a meeting of her club and had been
humiliated, Sallie knew, by her own
lack of assurance. She had been
"dolt," she reflected sadly; too con-
fused by the strangeness of it all to
answer, Int telligently, simple. questions
put to her.
So Sallie went back to her own
life with its constant duties; and be-
cause old Dad confided to her the
anxieties of his decreasing income
Sallie had accepted the application
of two men from the city who wished
to spend several weeks as boarders in
the country town.
The objections of Phyllis had been
overruled by Dad; Phyllis was re-
signed to the coming of the civil en-
gineer, impressed with that young
mans distinguished appearance. But
the other would-be boarder she desig-
mated as impossible"
'Michael Dawn's references were of
the BEST" her father told her; "Judge
Lewis himself was sponsor"
Michael Dawn's appearance was
certainly not prepossessing-tha is,
as far as clothes We're concerned. For
he wore rusty velveteen jacket, and
as the days passed be sat for the most
part back in the garden smoking an
old briar pipe. At meal times he re-
sponded laconically to the civil engi-
neer's conversation, and had smiles for
no one but Sallie. When quaint little
Sallie entered the room Michael
Dawn's fine eyes would light with well
come. He liked to sit, too, upon the
back porch with Sallie, helping in peel
ing the peaches or Joining in her whis-
tied conversation with the robin.
His fine eyes would grow luminous
and he would murmur again his new
name for her, Little Golden Heart"
And though Michael Dawn was also
queer" Sallie's trust and. admiration
were unfailing. There were days when
he would absent himself from the
home; with neither excuse nor apology.
When he came back at twilight he
would tell Sallie that he had been
"very busy" And Sallie, wondering;
would yet nod and smile without
question.
The summer was hot and Sallie
grew pale with her tlreless labor.
These peaceful evenings in the COM
panionship of Michael had come to be
her relaxation and exceeding Joy.
why" he asked her impatiently,
"do you not ask your sister to help
yOu?"
"She wouldn't know how" Sallie
gave ingenious reply. 1--WE were born
different. Phyllis is golden butter
fly, made to hover over flowers. I'm
that busy little ant-happiest in the
building of my home"
One day Phyllis came grudgingly.
"You will have to attend the big club
reception, Sallie," she said, cor people
will talk. Couldn't you fix over my
old white dress for yourself? John
Stewart, the author, is to be there
everyone is crazy to meet him. His
books are very popular, you know ;
he's student of types"
Sallie hated to 60. She confided her
trepidation to Michael Dawn.
Don't you be afraid" he consoled
her "Ill be there and / will talk to