The Black Creek Stopping-House, and Other Stories

ies are lifting their glad faces to the sun; when the prairie chicken, intent on family cares, runs cautiously beside the road, and the hermit thrushes from the thickets drive their sw

t around the corner, or of the dull autumn drizzle close

urry's Landing, Fred and Evelyn Brydon, standing on the narrow deck, felt the grip of the place and the season. Even the captain's picturesque

s wife, for they began to go two days before the "Cheyenne" was expected, and had been

xperience, was warlike in the extreme, although they were clothed in the peaceful overalls and smock of the farmer and also had submitted

she could see their appearance was somewhat of a surprise to Fred, who had not seen

midly, for, brave as they were in facing Spanish pirates, th

y organs in their praises of the air. They breathed in deep breaths of the ambient atmosphere, chewed it up with loud smacks of enjoyment, and then blew it out, snorting like whales. Evelyn, who was not without a sense of humor, would have enjoyed it all, and

tality of Mrs. Corbett restored Evelyn's good spirits. She noticed,

on Fred and his wife s

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we bank a lot on the sun. You people who live in cities, you've got gas and big lamps, and I guess it doesn't bother you much whether the sun rises or doesn't rise, or what he does, you're inde

dly consen

not accustomed to work, and the wonder of how it would all turn out was

As she watched Evelyn's hat of red roses fading in the distance she said softly to herself: "Sure I do hope it's true that He tempers the wind to the shorn lamb, tho' there's some th

days after. In response to her knock on the rough lumber doo

trunk in an attitude of homesickness huddled the young woman, hair dishevelled, eyes red. Her dress of green si

house. She chattered gaily to hide the trouble in her face, and Mrs. Corbett wisely refrained from

of two soap boxes, how to make a wardrobe out of the head of the bed, and set t

ore liveable dwelling. Coming home along the bank of Black Cr

the work, and her hands ain't cracked and sore, and she hasn't been there long enough to dislike the twins the way she will when she knows them better, and there's no mosquitoes, and she hasn't been left

past life; the sympathetic understanding of the Irish woman made it easy for her to tell many things. Her mother had

arrive at an understanding, for both were proud and quick-tempered and imperious, and so each day the breach grew wider. Just a word, a caress, an assurance from her that she loved him st

r allowed her to bring to see him, and the proud old man was left alone in his

appeal, after she had got the young woman telling her about how kind her father had been to her when her mother died, Evelyn consented to write him a letter, but when

e remainder, for Mrs. Corbett intercepted it and hastily