Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1924-08-02

onion for favor. and Il gravy that
you could stand a spoon In, my lad"
replied Margaret as she began 10
hustle about. 80 get your clean
ing done and fall TO while it's hot"
40 second invitation needed,
mother" responded Jim. with
alacrity. and plunged into the baoi;
place OF the cottage. where he was
presently making a great noise with
soap and water, and from whence he
quickly emerged with shining face
and damp hair.
I'm sharper set than usual to-
night mother" he remarked. as he
drew chair to the table and looked
approvingly at the smoking dish
| which Margaret set before him.
Then lay knife aboard, lad"
counseled his mother.
Now that her immediate duties
were done she sat down in her
easy chair by the hearth and
watched her son eat, a smile Of
placid enjoyment overspreading her
broad. good humored countenance.
| She was one Of those old fashioned
women who delight in seeing their
| menfolk do full justice to their vic
, tuals. and who believe-and rightly
! that a vigorous and hearty APP
health. Margaret Britten, in short.
was happiest when she beheld Jim
| at the close of his days labors
! proving himself a mighty trencher-
| man, and IT was her great pride to
| study his appetite and to tickle his
| palate.
And he was worth It, she said to
| herself as she sat watching him
! \ fine. handsome lad OF fiveand-
| twenty. straight as a willowwand,
| with clear gray eyes and direct look,
| and n head of thick brown hair
| which still curled AS obstinately as
| when he was a baby in arms. No
| better young man in all that coun-
! tryside. thought Margaret; nor one,
other folk might have said. that was
more modest, considering that he
was all that was left to a mother
| who had consequently done her
| best 10 spoil him.
ANY news today. linn" asked
| Margaret. when the young man had
taken off the final edge off his ap-
petite. "Aught happened"
Well. l have heard some news.
mother" replied Jim, thoughtfully
regarding the inroads which he had
made On his supperdish. and then
| helping himself again. It's little
| more IMAM II IuinOI, nut DelleN e
| there's a Ibt OF truth In it. Sir
| Roberts thinking of starting a
| grand sort of club for the men
Some OF them men'll get till they
| don't know what ails EN-" said
| Margaret. with n sniff. why can't
| they bide at home same as you do"
Jim laughed and gave her a wink.
| Most of EN- haven't got as com
! Portable homes as l have. mother"
he said. "A place like that would
do Il lot OF good"
Il reckon that'll be one Of Miss
I Phillipa's IDEAS said Margaret.
shes always full OF plans for do
ing grand things for them Golfers.
Nobody did nought for farm
laborers In my time
We live in different times.
mother" said jim.
Aye, marry, and see some dlf-
| ferent goings-on!" sighed Margaret.
She rose and poured fresh tea into
her sons cup.
| Il saw that new manager today
she said. II went down the lane to
see how poor Sarah Dickinson was
| and he came by. riding his horse,
| when | was standing at their garden
gate talking to Jane Dickinson. l
don't wonder the men don't like him,
Jtm-theres no doubt mes hand-
| some young fellow. but never saw
such eyes in all my born days! He
fair made me dither-tis eyes is that
black and fierce"
II don't know how II is that Mr..
Quintou isn't liked said Jim
thoughtfully. And as to calling
him n new manager. mother-why.
he's been here nearly two years!
Time to prove him, that. I expect
it's because he's very Arm, and per-
haps n bit strict and severe"
Well. wouldn't like to get across
with him" said Margaret. Take
care you don't. my lad"
There's no fear OF that. mother,
answered jim, Mr.. Quinton'
naught to say TO folk who behave
themselves"
He rose from the table, and. &C
cordiug to nightly custom on