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Dr. Miles' Nervine, Fellow's 'Syrup, Kepler's Malt and Cod "Hl Liver Ofl, Roboleine, a Stearns' i tonic; Scott's Emulsion, Tanlac, 'Wampole's Ext., Wincarnis, etc. Ask us about them, M. R. McColl _. Preseription Druggist Opp. St. Andrew's Church #5 By Martha Ostenso. It was April and the little buds opening stickily on the elms, and tingeing their boughs with purple and brown. The cottoonwoods were festooned with ragged catkins. A softness was unfurling like silk rib. bons in the pale alr, and the earth was breaking into tiny warm rifts from which stole a new green. The children came to school in the mornings with their arms loaded with the long green catkins of the was the Betula Lutea; which they promptly forgot. The ditches along the wood road became a gray blur of pussy willows; and one day Lind heard the first robin. It was a time of intense wonder In the north. af- ter the. long, harsh months when the heart is shut out from communion with the earth. Lind frequently walked alone through the green filter of light in the woods that led away from the Gare farm northward to the acres of Fusi Aronson. | { She thought of Caleb Gare and | Amelia, and wondered how a hu- [man soul could keep from break- | Ing utterly. Lind had awakened | early one morning and had looked | out from her window to see Amelia | staring with transfixed eyes at the dawn--at something beyond the | dawn, it seemed. It was not like a | farm woman to do ®hat. There | must be some reason for Amelia's en- durance. Was it a hope of compensa- | tion of some kind? The children? | No, there was not enough affection | among them--after. the precious flame had been sucked into the very | earth upon which and by which they | lved--to make the sacrifice worth | while. There must be something | else. . in | On a Friday evening, Lind pre- | pared to leave for the Sanbos', whose homestead was in sight down the [ wood road from the Gares'. Caleb | and Martin were repairing the | chicken house, removing the winter | sod from the roof and sparingly in- | serting shingles wherever there was | a leak. {__Judith came out of the house with | The Teacher, who had with her = | small bundle. Mrs. Sandbos would | expect her to stay the night, at least. "I'm going to ride down with you --the cattle are down that way," sald Judith, glancing toward. the chicken house, where Martin was standing on a ladder swinging a hammer 'upon the damp shingles. Judith turned toward the log. barn that crouched like an old moss-back- ed turtle between the 'wagou-shea and the granary. Except for the blows of Martin's hammer on the soggy shingles there was not a sound abroad. The air and the earth seemed to be held to- gether in a glass bowl. There was that thin luster over everything that comes only on a clear April evening. The dank, clinging smell of newly turned soil rose like a presence. Lind was glad that Judith was to accompany her. They would have many things to talk about. Even at her age, Judith had a certain fine- ness of mind which came to an ex- tent, perhaps, from the seasonal cot tact with the teachers of Oeland, but more from a deep native con- fousness drawn from Amelia. Lind elighted in the rich spontaneity of the girl, in her naive reactions. She saw much less of her than she might wish to. Caleb saw 'to it that Judith was busy about the place or in the fiel during the day. and at night she wished for sleep more than for the comfort of friendship. The Teachqr stood below Martin and talked to him while she waited gray birch, which Lind told them | | tor Judith. Caleb had gome Into | the tool shed fear the barn. WILD GEESE| CORNS Lift Off-No Pain! , "Martin, it mist be wonderful to make things--and mend them, with | Your hands," she ventured. Martip | talked so little. He had not yet | voluntarily addressed her. | He looked down at her and half grinned, "drawing in his under lip bashfully. it in any kind o' weather," he man- aged to say. His long, dull face be- came suffused; he intently inspect- ed another shingle. stood only one thing: work. Caleb came out of the shed. With his left hand he brushed the right side of his weedy mustache: a gesture that had become familiar to Lind. He did not look at the Teacher. She was rather glad that he had adopted the policy of ignor- ing her. It gave her more oppor- tunity to watch him. Judith, mounted on the mare, Lady, beckoned to Lind. Caleb turn- ed and saw her. "Too early to go for the cattle," he sald, lifting the bank of his eye- brows toward her meaningly. "That old seeder has to be fetched from Thorvaldsons'. Charlie can bring in the cattle." "Charlie can get the seeder," Judith sald in a clear voice. She sat straight and formidable in her saddle, facing Caleb coldly. Of the two, Lind felt that the girl was the more to be feared, for sheer phy- sical power. "Did you hear wha! I sald, Jude?" Cgleb asked, handirig a box of nails up) to Martin. His voice was gentle, caSual. In answer, Judith wheeled the mare toward the gate and started down the wood road. Lind mounted the pony that the Sandbo children had left for her. On the road she met Jude, her face dark with anger. "I'm through putting up with it!" Jude flared. 'He's got to quit thinkin' were're animals he can drive around." They rode along together for a short distance. Then Judith turned to go back. "It's no use--he'd take It out on Ma. He knows I'm goin' to the Sandbos'. Find out if Sven is really comin' home, will you, Lind?" The Teacher had asked her call her Lind. She nodded in response to girl's request and rode on down thé shimmering wood trail. In the shallow ravine on either side lay a mist of flowering dogwood trees. Behind her, growing fainter now, came the thudding sound of Martin's hammer on the rotten shingles of the chicken house. . . * The Sandbos boasted a frame house, and a wire fence around their buildings, not a sagging wooden one such as the Gares did with. The entire place was so over-grown with chokecherry and wild plum trees that in a short time now the house and barn and ecowshed 'would be hidden in a white nebula. This beauty was more by accident than by design, for Mrs. Sandbo would have preferred the frame house té be in full view to passers-by the whole year round. Frame houses were rare at this distance from the Siding of Nykerk. In a remote time, which Mrs. Sandbo liked to speak of as a year 8r two ago, the family had lived in a small village where a locomotive and passenger coaches were seen three times a week and where a freight train was a daily sight and nothing to be marveled at. The Gare children, never having been be- yond a radius of ten miles from to 1 | | | | Ws "Burning the Candle th Ends" theheipst met ""Tain't so wonderful--got to do | Doesn't hurt one bit! Drop a little Poor Martin! At twenty he under- | "Freezone" on an aching corn, in- | stantly that corn stops hurting, then | shortly you lift it right off with fing- ers. Your druggist sells a tiny bottle of | "Freezone" for a few cents, sufficient | to remove every hard corn, soft corn, or corn between the toes, and the foot { calluses, without soreness or irrita- tion. mn home (save perhaps Martin and | Ellen on their trips with the cattle to Nykerk), had never seen one of these wonders of modern times, and as for having ridden in one--! Well, the Sandbos, all of them except little Lars, who was born at Oeland, had ridden on the railway. So, al- though they were friendly enough from Mrs. Sandbo's point of view, there was a gulf between the two families that could not be spanned. Mrs. Sandbo. having lived in - village, awaited Lind in the parlor. Emma, a ponderous girl of fifteen was stiff and sober in a clean dress which had been donned for the oec- casion. She ushered Lind into the presence of her mother without a word. She suffered, In fact, the sensation of strangling until the Teacher was out of her sight behind the parlor door. All the blinds, except one, were closely drawn in the room where Mrs. S8andbo sat. There was a dry smell of wall paper, as if the win- dows had been nailed down since the day the room was decorated. Mrs. Sandbo herself looked like wall paper, as if she had no sizable depth but a crisp, flat surface, the back of which would be gritty. On each of the four walls of the room, in geametrically precise relation, hung an enlarged photograph of ome or more of the Sandbo family. The "photographs bore the rainy-day look of all enlargements. That which the eye as an enormous late Ludvig Sand- Sandbo's husband. Lind entered and greeted Mrs. Sandbo in her warm manner. Her hostess had been sitting on an up- right settee of pale brown imitation leather and elaborately carved and scrolled oak. be "lI em glad to see you, Mees Archer,"" Mrs. Sandbo beamed with a square, Norwegian intonation. '"Seet down. I vill get coffee. The girls say you like it at Gares. Iss that so? You are the first then, much so I hate to say it. But vait-- the coffee cooks." She rustled out of the room without waiting for a word from Lind. The Teacher sat down before the frame of Ludvig Sandbo. He had eyes like black shoe buttons. They chilled Lind. She moved to a chalr near the lighted window. Mrs. Sandbo returned with steam- ing coffee and little round pink- frosted cakes. She assailed Lind at once with questions, not so much to get an answer as to reveal to the Teacher her familiarity with objects of the world beyond Oeland. "Oh, yees, my husband, Ludvig, he vass there, many, many times," she interrupted when Lind mention- ed the city she had come from. "It iss him, up on the vall. And a stinker he vass, too. Good land, I say, t'ousand times a day, I em heppy he iss gone. Vhat he could drink, that von! Never vonce sober jn six years!" She smacked her lips over her coffee cup and wiped her eyes with the corner of her apron. "Was he not kind to you?" Lind asked gently, "Kind? Him? Good land, I vass a dog under him. Now I live good, not much money, but no dirt from him, t'ank God!" She lifted her eyes up to the photograph, and Lind saw dn- mistakably a look of wistfulness in them. . "Hess Mrs. Gare in her new teet' yet?" she asked presently, her pale eyebrows lifting eagerly above her glasses. "I don't believe she has" said Lind, hesitating. "I think she ex- pects to get them." "Expects?" Mrs. Sandbo almost snorted. 'Her? She don't expect not-ing---not from him. She been getting these teet' mow four five years while I get these two sets, and vhat have I got to buy vit' teet"? 01d Gare--he got money to buy teet' four hundred head cattle. My man, he vass a devil, but he vass easy rit the money. He say, long before my teet' vass all gone, he say, 'Sigri, you tak couple dollar and go to dentist.' He vass alvays easy--for easy, I told him. Much for easy!" She look- ed fondly up at the photograph and sighed. This time there was cer- tainly no doubt as to the wistfulness. Lind was impressed. Mrs. Sandbo hitched her chair more closely to Lind's and puckered her brows. She lowered her voice. likeness of the bo himself, Mrs. who still attended schoo! half days, L "Tell me<-how goes it there? Iss For Sash and Doors "and Frames There is no more suitable wood than our Old Growth Native White Pine. It costs more, but that is what we use, and we back it up with good workmanship. S. ANGLIN CO. 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