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About The frontier. (O'Neill City, Holt County, Neb.) 1880-1965 | View Entire Issue (Aug. 11, 1921)
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Stockmen and Farmers Read This Save weight and freight In marketing your «tock and grain, by buying my farms 5S miles south of Chicago. 320 acres at $150.00. £40 acres at $100.00 and 200 seres at $300.00 per acre. Good buildings. Term*. OWNER, 1030 North Park Avenue. Chicago Remote the Chum*-—lue Golden X. Nature’s remedy. Rheumatism. Lumbago, Bronchitis, Asthma. Kidney. Bladder trouble. II bcttl*. i Standard Selling Co., Box 4?7. Louisville, K I THE ENCHANTED BARN “Now we’re almost home, Mrs. Hollister,” he said pleasantly. “Just put your arms around my neck once more, and we’ll soon have you beside your own fire.” He lifted her and bore her in to the wide couch before the crack ling fire that Elizabeth had start ed just before she went to look out the door the last time. Then into the blazing light of the transformed barn they all stepped, and every one stood back and stared, blinking. What was this? What wondrous per fume met their senses? What luxury! What flowers 1 What hangings! They stood and stared, and could not understand; and be tween them they forgot to won der what their mother was think ing, or to do a thing but stupidly stare and say, “Why!” and “Oh!” and “Ah!” half under their breath. “Just phone me if you need anything, Miss Hollister, please. I shall be glad to serve you,” said Graham, stepping quickly over to the door. “Mrs. Hollis ter, I hope you’ll be none the worse for your ride”; and he slipped out the door, and was gone. x ue sumiu ux tne ear auni^ purring its way backway down the-slope brought Shirley out of her daze; but, when she turned and understood that he w'as gone, the ear was just backing into the road, turning with a quick whirl, and was away before she could make him hear. “Oh, He is gone!” she cried out, turning in dismay to the children. “He is gone, and we never thanked him!” George was out down the road like a shot; and the rest, forget ful for the moment of the invalid who had been the great anxiety all day, crowded at the door to watch him. They could hear the throbbing of tlie machine; they heard it stop down the road and start again almost immediately, growing fainter with every whir as it went farther from them. In a moment more George came run ning back. “He’s gone. He meant to, I guess, so we could have it.all to ourselves right at first. Eliza beth and the man were down the road waiting for him. They’ve been dolling the place up to sur prise us.” “Oh!” said Shirley, turning to look around, her cheeks grow ing rosy. “Oh! Isn’t it beauti ful?” Then, turning swiftly to the couch and kneeling, she said, “Oh mother!” “What does it all mean, daughter?” asked the bewild ered mother, looking about on the great room that seemed a pal ace to her sad eyes. But they all began to clamor at once, and she could make noth ing of it. Oh bhirley, lo_ok at the cur tains! Aren’t they perfectly dear?” cried Carol ecstatically. ‘‘Perf'ly deah!” echoed Doris, dancing up and down gleefully. ‘‘And here’s a card, ‘With love from Elizabeth’! Isn’t it sweet of her? Isn’t she a perfect dar ling?” “Who is Elizabeth?” asked Mrs. Hollister, rising to her el bow and looking around. ‘‘Gee! Look at the flowers!” broke in George. ‘‘It’s like our store at Easter! I say! Those lilies are pretty keen, aren’t they, Shirl?” ‘‘Wait’ll you see the dining room!” called Harley, who was investigating with the help of his nose. ‘‘Some supper table! Come on quick; I’m starved. Hello! Hustle here quick. Here’s another sign-board!” They followed to the dining room. Harley, still following his nose, pursued his investiga tions to the kitchen, discovered the source of the savory odors that were pervading #he place, and raised another cry so appre ciative that the entire family, with the exception of the invalid, followed him and found the sup per steaming hot aud crying to be eaten. After the excitement was somewhat quieted Shirley took command. ,. ‘‘Now, children, you’re get ting mother all excited, and this won’t do. And, besides, we must eat this supper right away be fore it spoils. Quiet down, and bring the hot things to the table while I get mother’s things off. Then we will tell her all about it. There’s plenty of time, you know. We're going to stay right u here all summer.” ‘‘Aw, gee! Can’t we bring mother out to the table?” pleaded George. ‘‘Harley and I could lift that couch just as easy.” ‘‘Why, I don’t know,” said Shirley, hesitating. ‘‘You know she isn’t strong, and she will worry about your lifting her.” ‘‘Oh Shirley, let her come,” pleaded Carol. “We could all take hold and wheel the couch out here; you know the floor is real smooth since those new boards were put in, and there are good castors on the couch.” Mother! Mother 1 Y ou ’re coming out to supper 1” they chorused, rushing back to the living room; and before the in valid realized what was happen ing her couch was being wheeled carefully, gleefully into the bril liantly lighted dining room, with Doris like a fairy sprite dancing attendance, and shouting joy ously : “Mudder’s turnin’ to suppy! Mudder’s turnin’ to suppy adiu!” The mother gazed in amase ment at the royally spread table, so smothered in flowers that she tailed to recognize the cracked old blue dishes. vunureu, 1 insist, sne raised her voice above the happy din. “I insist on knowing immedi ately what all this means. Where are we, and what is this? A hotel? And who was the person who brought us here? I cannot eat anything nor stay here an other minute until I know. Peo ple can’t rent houses like this for $10 a mouth anywhere, and I didn’t suppose we had come to charity, even if I am laid up for a few days. ” - Shirley could see the hurt in her mother’s eyes and the quick alarm in her voice, and came around to her couch, smiling. “Now, mother dear, we’ll tell you the whole thing. It isn’t a hotel we’re in, and it isn't a house at all. It’s only an old barn!” “A barn!” Mrs. Hollister sat up on her couch alertly, and .looked at the big bowl of roses in the middle of the table, at the soft, flowing curtains at the win dow and the great pot of Easter lilies on the little stand in front, and exclaimed, “Impossible!” “Hut it is, really, mother, just a grand old stone barn! Look at the walls. See, those two over there are just rough stones, and this one back of you is a partition made of common boards. That’s only an old brown denim curtain over there to hide the kitchen, and we’ve got the old red chenille curtains up to partition off the bedrooms. The boys are going to sleep up in the hay-loft, -and it’s going to be just great 1 ’ ’ Mrs. Hollister looked wildly at the stone walls, back at the new partition, recognized one by one the ancient chairs, the old book case now converted into a china closet, the brown denim curtain that had once been a cover for the dining room floor in the lit tie brick house. Now it was washed and mended, and was do ing its faded part to look like a wall and fit into the scheme of things. She darted questioning glances at the wealth of flowers, and the abundantly set table, then settled back on her pillow but half satisfied. “They don’t have curtains in a barn!” she remarked dryly. “Those are a present from Elizabeth, the little sister of the i landlord. She was out here with him when he came to see about things, and she got acquainted with Carol. She has put up those curtains, and brought the flow ers, and fixed the table, for a surprise. See, mother!” and Shirley brought the card on which'Elizabeth had printed her crude welcome. Mrs. Hollister took the card as if it were some sort of a life-pre server, and smiled with relief “But this is a great deal to do for strangers,” she said trem blingly, and tears began to glit ter in her eyes. “They must be wealthy people.” “Yes, mother, I think they are,” said Shirley, “and they have been most kind.” “But, daughter, wealthy peo ple do not usually take the trouble to do things like that for nothing. And $10 a month for a barn could be nothing to them.” “I know, mother, but he seems very well satisfied with the price,” said Shirley with a troubled brow. “I-” “Something’s burning!” yelled Harley at' the top of his lungs from the kitchen, and im mediately they all rushed out to rescue the supper, which took that moment to assert itself. “Now, mother,” said Shirley, coming in with a big tureen of soup, “we’ve got to eat.this sup per or it will spoil. You’re not to ask another question till we are through.” They all settled expectantly down at the table, Doris climbing joyously into her high chair, call ing : “Suppy! Suppy! Oh goody!” Such a clatter and a clamor, such shouting over the sandwich es and such jumpings up and down t» carry something to mother! Such lingering over the delic^Sus ice-cream and fresh strawberries that were found in the freezer! Think of it! Real strawberries for them that time of year! Then, when they had eaten all they coxdd, and began to realize that it was time to get mother to bed, they pushed the chairs back, and all fell to clearing off the table and putting things away. It was Carol who discovered the big roasted fowl and the bowl of salad set away in the tiny ice box ready for tomorrow. How had Elizabeth, who never kept house in her life, known just what would be nice for a family that were all tired out with mov ing, and needed to lie back and rest before starting on with liv ing! I he dishes were almost washed when the cart arrived with the last load of things, and the dray man helped George to put up mother’s bed. They wheeled the couch into the living room after the big doors were closed and safely fast ened for the night. Before the glowing fire Sbirley helped mother to undress, then rolled her coueh into the bedroom and got her to bed. “Do you mind very much that it is only a barn, mother dear?” questioned Shirley, bending anx iously over her mother after she was settled. “I can’t make it seem like a barn, dear; it seems a palace!” said the mother with a tremble in her voice. “I’m glad it’s a barn, because we could never af ford a house with space like this, and air!” She threw out her hands as if to express her delight in the wide rooms, and drew in a breath of the delicious country air, so different from air of the dusty little brick house in the city. “Daughter!” she drew Shirley down where she could whisper to her. “You’re sure he is not looking on us as objects of chari ty, and you’re sure he under stands that you are a self-re specting girl earning her hon orable living and paying her way? You know this is a wick ed, deceitful world we live in, and there are all sorts of people in it.” “Mother dear! I’m sure. Sure as anybody could be. He has been a perfect gentleman. You didn’t think he looked like one of those—those people—that go around misunderstanding girls, did you mother?” The mother remembered the gentle, manly way in which the young man had lifted her and carried her to and from the car, and her heart warmed to him. Yet her fears lingered as she watched her sweet-eyed girl. “No-o-o,” she answered slow ly; “but then, you can’t always judge. He certainly was a gen tleman, and he was very nice looking.” Then she looked sharply at Shirley. “You won’t go to getting any notions in your head, dear child?” Her eyes were wistful and- sad as she searched the sweet, weary face of the girl. “You know rich young men fol low whims sometimes for a few days. They don’t mean any thing. I wouldn’t want your heart broken. I wish he was an old man with white hair.” “Oh mother dear!” laughed Shirley with heart-free ring to her voice, “did you think you had a young fool for a daughter? He was only being nice because he is a perfect gentleman; but I know' he is not in the same uni verse as I am, so far as anything more than pleasant kindliness is concerned. We shall probably never see him again now that we are settled. But don’t you think I ought to go and telephone thanks to his little sister? They will be home by this time, and it seems as if wre ought to make some acknowledgment of her great kindness.” “By all means, dear; but how can yon? Is there a pay-station near here? I thought you said this was out in the country.” “Why, we have a telephone of our own, .muddy dear! Just think of the luxury of it! Us with a telephone! Mr. Graham, had it put into the barn when he was making some repairs, so he eeuld communicate with his workmen; and he said if wo would like it we might keep it. It is one of those ‘pay-as-you-go’ phones, with a place to drop nickels and dimes in; so we are perfectly independent. Mr. Gra ham thought it would be a com fort to you when George-er I had to stay late in town.” ‘‘How thoughtful of him! He must be a wonderful rich man! By all means telephone at once, and tell the little girl to say to her brother from me that I shall esteem it a privilege to thank him personally for all that he has done for my children, sometime when he is out this way. Think. A real rose by my bed!” She reached out a frail hand, and touched the exquisite petals lov ingly. ‘‘It is wonderful!” So Shirley went into the living room to telephone, while all the children stood about to watch and comment and tell her what to say. Doris sat on a little cush ion at, her feet in awe, and lis tened, asking Carol with large ayes: ‘‘Is Sirley tautin to Dodf Vy doesn’t see sut her yeyes?” for Shirley’s conversation over the telephone sounded to the lit tle sister much like a prayer of thanksgiving; only she was not accustomed to hearing the joy 3us laughter in the voice when people prayed. Then Doris was put to bed in tier own little crib, and the light in mother’s room was switched !>ff amid Doris’s flood of ques tions. v ai manes it ngiu» v y mu it io avay? Will it turn adin?” At last she was asleep, and the sther children tiptoed excitedly about preparing for bed, going up and downstairs softly, whis pering back and forth for this or that they could not find, till piiet settled down upon the tired, happy household, and the bull frogs in the distant creek droned aut the nightly chorus. CHAPTER XIII. It was beautiful to wake the next morning with the birds singing a matin in the trees, and a wonderful £abbath quiet over everything. Tired out as she was and worn with excitement and care, Shirley was the first to waken, and she lay there quiet beside Carol for a little while with her eyes closed, listening, and saying a prayer of thanks giving for the peace of the place, and the winder that it had come into her life. Then suddenly a strange luminousness about her simply forced her to open her eyes. The eastern window was across the room from her bed, and the sky was rosy, with the dawn, and flooding the room. It was the first time in years she had watched the sun rise. She had al most forgotten, in the little dark city house, that there was a sun to rise and make things glorious. The sun had seemed an enemy to burn and wilt and stifle. But now here was a friend, a radiant new friend* to be waited for and enjoyed, to give glory to all their lives. She raised her self on one elbow and watched until the red ball had risen and burst into the brightness of day. Then she lay down softly again and listened to the birds. They seemed to be mad with joy over the new day. Presently the chorus grew less and less. The birds had gone about their morn ing tasks, and only a single bright song now and then from some soloist in the big tree over head marked the sweet scented nil i»vinn +l>n mormniv In the quiet Shirley lay and went over events since she had first seen this spot and taken the idea of living in the barn. Her heart gave thanks anew that her mother had not disliked it as she had feared. There was no sense tha£ it was a stable, no odor of livihg creatures having occupied it before, only sweet dusty clov er like a lingering of past things put away carefully. It was like a great camping expedition. And then all those flowers ! The scent of the lilies was on the air. How lovely of the young girl out of her luxury to think to pass on some of the sweet things of life! And the gracious, chivalrous man, her brother! She must not let him think she would presume upon his kindness. She must not let even her thoughts cross the line and dwell on the ground of social equality. She knew where he belonged, and there he should stay for all her. She was heart free and happy, and only too glad to have such a kind land lord____ (To Bo Continued Nest With