White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1937-01-14
Patterns of Wolfpen
BY HARLAN HATCHER
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Fergusons, having stopped with
them the night before. He had set
aside this day ever since he had
married Jasper and Jane Burden
at Pikeville.
Cynthia almost grew to love Jane
for the way she came into the
house after her marriage to Jasper.
Jane was radiant in her own hap
piness: it overflowed her heart and
expanded to include the whole Pat
tern household. She maintained the
most admirable poise between the
new mistress of the house as Jas
per's wife, and a guest of honor at
Cynthia's wedding. There were no
bristling or stuck up city ways
about her. She was helpful, unob-
trusively managing the details of
the kitchen and assigning guests to
the bedrooms. The womenfolk
spoke of it: II reckon she can
carry on a place right well-Jas-
per's wife is a mighty fine GIRL
Yes, she takes right a hold Of
things.-She1l be a good manager.
= Jasper might have gone further
and Jared worse. - Julia always
said she was a fine girl.-She comes
from might good people, Jane Bur-
den does.-W olfpen's a good place
and l don't reckon it'll suffer any
with her in the house. ;"
Jasper moved around as the head
of the house. 1t amused Cynthia,
when she had time to give it a
thought, to see Jasper consciously
trying to act the role of Sparrell,
initiating his stride across the yard,
his phrases of welcome to men and
women, his infections, his courtesy
and manner in the house. "rhere
is nobody else in the world he could
better pattern after, though, and l
cont reckon anybody else besides
me notices it, Maybe it'll come nat
ural to him after a while"
Cynthia wanted to be married in
her mothers wedding dress. ut
will be like having her here her.
SELF" she thought. Maybe she is.
The way I used to talk about
I Grandfather Saul stalking around
over the place. In her dress, en-
veloping me in her, that would be
a good omen of happiness like
hers" The dress had been long in
the cedar-lined closet. 1t smelled
of the trees and was scarcely faded.
The shoulders and the waist were
exact in their fit, but the skirt was
an inch and a half 100 long. Jane
and Lucy bent on their knees and
pinned it up; then they ran a neat
hem around it's wide fullness. "If
had been only two inches taller, or
an inch, say. Lucy and Jenny are
tall. But have better shoulders
and waist like Mothers and it's
no real trouble to stitch in a HEM"
She was beautiful in this gown,
so daintily quaint; the heavy coil
of black hair above the smooth
soft skin of her forehead, her
Cheeks pink flushed, and the look in
her eyes as they turned up to Reu-
ben's. People spoke Of it. She stood
with him on the porch by the door
to the parlor so the people could
see the ceremony. All, Wolfpen. was
aglow with the day, the sense of
new life throbbing through the. hol-
low. There were sprays of wild hon
eysuckle in the stone jars. in the
doorway and on each side. The
Glove bush by the steps gave off it's
first smell of spice.
While they were standing there,
Cynthia happened to look across the
yard to the pear tree by the we'll.
The buds had burst suddenly under
the sun. "I'll be a pear tree by the
we'll with pink-edged blossoms and
gold in the heart better be
standing there with sprig of bios
SONS in your hand. And I was
sight and covered with corn-meal |"