The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1921-01-06

"Mornin'," said the girl pleasantly.
The young man saluted and sat down
on the other side of the berry bushes.
His fingers. big and brown and clum-
sy, made slow work of the berry pick
ing. lie stopped moment to watch
his companion In labor as she stripped
the bushes with the easy skill OF ex-
perience. From her fingers his eyes
Travelled TO her face and he noted the
healthy glow of color In her cheeks
and the thick mass OF chestnut hair
that was drawn back under her coarse,
wide hat.
Dan Willard summed her up as the
typical farmers daughter-skilled in
her tasks, healthy, unthinking, happy
Then he went back to his own labor
ious task.
"If you'd begin at the bottom of the
bush-so." she illustrated, "and pluck
them off-so-youd get on faster"
Dan looked into her pretty liquid eyes
and learned his lesson.
There was no further conversation
while they worked at varying speeds,
while the drowsy hot sound OF the
locusts came TO them, and the breath
of the hayfields, freshly cut, sweet
with thousand blended perfumes.
They both Strengthened up at the
sound OF the horn blowing across the
fields.
"ninnerw
They both stopped with relief and
the man rose stifily.
~ guess you're not used to this"
the gfrl smiled Her voice. husklly
sweet, was as pretty as her eyes, he
decided Then he lifted his pail and
hers and strobe or beside her
"Not berry picking" he explained,
looking down on her pink sun-bonnet
that she had tossed on to cross the
fields. "I've been haylng over TO
Farmer Dicks, and now he's set me
TO berrying."
"oh" said the girl. In flash she
| knew he was the new hand at the
Dicks. who tossed the hay on the
ricks and rode past TO the barns while
she had been wedding In the kitchen
garden OF the farm below.
"Do you live around here2" II was
his turn to question.
cover TO the Mayberrys'," she an.
swered.
He remembered now this was the
same girl he had noticed hanging out
the clothes and working around the
place. Old Mayberry's daughter
She was a pretty thing. he thought
as he watched her swing down the
road to the next farm. The girl al
| most as though she had read his
thoughts. turned at the pasture Ia
wave TO him. He waved back awk-
wardly, knowing that he was moi used
TO this easy give and take OF farm
life, as he should be.
But he was more disappointed than
the occasion warranted when she did
not rejoln him that afternoon at the
berry bushes They must have needed
her at home, but still He noticed
how tedious the work was and how
his fingers were stiff with thorn
| pricks and how hot the sun beat down
on the fields.
When his days work was over at
last and he had washed out at the
pump with the other two hands" and
had eaten his supper OF hearty farm
food, he found that he had no desire
as usual to throw himself out under
The stars on the cool grass and lie
there until bedtime.
With his pipe between his teeth he
walked OFF hazily down the road until
he had come to the white farmhouse
| cuddllng down under the trees-where
she had said she lived.
"Clssyl" he heard voice call. and
as soon as he heard the name he knew
that no other could have suited her
SO perfectly. He was very slow at go.
Ing past the house, and when ne came
back he saw a figure out under the
Rose-of-Sharon bushes. and he knew II
was she.
He ought to go past. But he gave
In and called. Good EVENING"" and
she answered him in that husky, sweet
voice that blended In with the night
sounds and came out 10 where he
waited In the road AS she came to
him s.little gingham dress had taken
on the glamour Of moonshine and the
fragrance of the roses; he knew he
was going TO be sorry later. But he
found himself strolllng up the road
and sitting on the crumbling stone
wall that shut in the Mayberry or.
chard.
"what do you do all the timer" he
asked her.
And she told him about the kitchen,
garden and the wedding. and how she
made bread and churned the butter
she told him how she drove the cows
home at night sometimes and the way
she hunted for the eggs, and laughed
at the funny tricks Of the lens who
hid them so smartly In new hooks
and crannles.