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Jim E$c munched the cocky _ and
feasted hia eyes on the neat, graceful form cf the rcd-haaded girL He w»s not rivea to daydreams.* Still as' he sat there, he conjured xro a. homely vision, of domestic bits* ta the loy house on the lower eighty. Mr. Weaver bad talked cf renting out the lower eighty next year. If "Now, Jim Ben, yoa toddle along out o' here. How you s'pose I'm ever gala* to get my work dene cp. an" you aU the time foolla' "round ia the wayf - - Not being *ble to answer thistrery pointed cuestion, he slouched out and went to mend the fence around tha hog pasture. Ha. was ia such a high humor that he never swore once, not even when a strand of the barbed wire broke, much to the demoralization cf h!s "overalls." When milking time came Jim Ben ¦uckled the calves, as he was accus tomed to do. and then. — which he was not accustomed to do — gallantly c2ered to milk the Ho!3tein cow, a notoriously hard milker. H? sat en a stool under the Hoiateia and milked with both hands while Rand7 was milking the Jersey. They kept cp a running fir* cf repartee — "sayin* smart things." ia the vernacular. They were having quite an enjoyable time, until Jim Een. somewhat deficient in finesse, made the pretended error of mistaking her au burn tresses for the setting sun. A stream of milk shot across the Inter vening space. It took him fairly in the face, and he Ced In sheer terror, fearing the bucket of milk would fol low. For two days ha was in disgrace, and then came the .singing school. . When the supper was done and tha dishes washed- that evening Jim Ben mads his appearance In the kitchen. clean shaved and clad In Sunday rai ment. As Randy looked at him she could not help thinking he was a really manly fellow, though his mouth was too large to permit ef his being called. handsome- She did not tell him Randy listened a moment. "I thought I heard Mia' Weaver call- In'," she explained. "No, sha - ain't a-caHLn*. She'3 jus: a-singin' cut oa the front porch. She'3 dgla" some sew- In* out there." She gave Jim' Bea a cooky. •'La. I bet my ccokies is burrtin' this time, fer shore!" She turned to the oven and withdrew therefrom a pan of cookies that were done to a tern. The odor came tantaiizin^Iy to Jim. Een's nostrils. He hesiiated a. momenf and then remarked, tentatively! "I use<l to sort o* liks fresh ceokiea— like them." with little curved decoratiens marked on It with the butter paddle. "How do you like the locks o* that?" she asked. "That's tha genuine truck, shore enonj-hr I beryou're the best hired gal that's been in this Idtchea in the last ten years!" «2** Th« r-d-beaded girl turned her fac<» to his with a happy smile and said, aj he kissed the patch cf freckles ca her cheek: . "TTc-huh* But I bet I make yoa think cf yer ma mcre'n cne-, Jim Beat" (Cocrri^i fc7 3. 8. Ttf-C3ur» A. Ox) "Randy— I— that la— I've g^t JSCO laid up. Next spring I'm thinkln* ef buyln* a spaa o' bosses and r^ntla* the lower eighty. TV. do It— and wall g-> Into business fer ourselves — If you Ju3t sa7 th? -word: TO you?" ••Randy"— hl3 heart was thumping so loud he -felt sure sh* must hear It— "Ton bet It ain't!" ferv»nt!y respond ed Jim Ben. "And Tve alway3 said. when I did ?et married I was gcin* to hev a wife that cculd come up with her at butter makin' and housekee*?'.'* Randy's hat slipped from her lap ta the ground. Both, reached fcr It. and as they stooped they bumped heads. "Shore sign- we'll be tcg-ether this time nex* year." observed Randy. Fcr answer Jim Een'3 big band closed gently ca her slender, unresisting fin gers. "Randy, 1*11 take back what I said t'other night — about your hair, yoa know. It's mighty perry hair, if It 13 redjr '"She gave bins a gratsfnl little glance. "I've naver went with a gal afore."* be went ca.. "Never keered to. some way, cf *aci come tr-j to what mother used to bvs_- Si-'» c^ad. yoa know. Mather was an awful geed coc'i. .thocgh. sometimes she'd get a leetl* too mu~h sady fa the biscuits: She was neat as a pin abour her houseksepta'. too. I tell you. she xzsed to salt? me w alk chalk when I cere In ths kitchen with mud en my boots: Tea put ce in cind o' her la lots o' ways. That's why I brought the water and get the kind lin's and sort o* wait on yen like. And her butter and your'n tastes edzacly alii?." '-" " 'Tain't everybody tiat knows how to make gacd butter." shyly admitted Bandy. -Nothin' much. Xothln' but taka the hired girl to the singin'^schooL Run aions. si33y. an* git yer things, an* don't kee» me waiUn".** Strange to . saj. the hired girl obeyed. Singing school was over aad they ha"d reacheri tb»- front gate en their way bear*. Th* stars were abashed and ©ale in -th*-prcs«ac«t«of the> re spIerrdenC; full" I moon. The coupl* stood by the gate In silence fcr a moment, paying involuntary tribute to the glory of the night. They sat down or/ the horso. b'q^k 1 by the gat*. Randy tock cTZ her.' broad hat and h<*r glossy hair rejected thp moonlight in a shadowy way. until something very like peetrr awdltV'ffrthe- heart of Jim Een. aad be thought of ths halo abou: the head of tha Madonna that hung on th* walL cf,.tlia._best_room- H* pondered for axaornent and then said: so. She ohIt remarked'. "Land alive.' VTbafs the Uttla boy goin* to do now?" » ELLSWORTH E.KEU*EY AN OLD-FASHIONED WOOING THE HUNGER OF A MAN'S SOUL "I— I think Mr. Hawardea Is doing right," she said softly, "only be ought—'* She stopped, \rtth flushed cheeks and shining eyes, for Jack Ea warclen stood In the doorway. Tha Englishman's comprehension was quick enough this time to take ta the whole situation. "Alec I" he cried reproachfully. turning to his friend, "you've told!** "Jack,'* returned Bruce, spreading asked the artist. "No. He has visited every Hawarden in the city' and none has any knowl edge of the old lady. He has found the record of the death cf a, John Haward en who came from England twenty years a?o and who died shortly after his arrival." "That was undoubtedly the real nephew." said the girl with the violin; "an old person does not realize the change there would be in a young man. She would expect her nephew to look as he -did when he left England, and almost any big, blond young English* man would correspond to the picture she has carried in her' memory all these years." "What does Jack intend to dor* asked Miss Fairlie. "Take care of her as long as ehe lives — It can't b« so very long-, poor soul. and she hasn't a cent. Jack says prov idence has sent him an aunt and he shall do his duty by her. She admitted a day or two ago that perhaps she might not b« his real aunt, but she was his 'negotiable h'aunt.* Of course the poor old lady hasn't the slightest Idea of the meaning of *nesotlable.* but un der the circumstances — the way sha has transferred herself to Jack— you'll ad mit it's funny. He's upstairs now ask ing Mrs. Gray to go to sec the old lady." He turned abruptly to th« cuslc teacher, who bad remained silent. "What do you think of Jack's Quixot ism. Miss, Stuart?" v out his hands tragically, *T have — all except- about the pill box — and that I'm going to tell now." "Alec I" protested Jack, desperately, "you're really going too far — you've no right — " "That's where your ideas of right differ from mine," said Alec coolly. "I have my instructions from the 'ne gotiable h'aunt' herself, and I Intend to carry them out. You see." he con tinued, : turning to the Interested little group, "I've called frequently on ths old lady and she has taken a great fancy to me as ths friend of her dear •Jock.' Last night she gave me this little box and asked me to give It to the young lady of Jack's choice, with the request that she make use of it In furnishing a home." Ha took from his vest pocket a tiny, fiat box of tin. hardly more than an Inch square, and held It cut on tha palm of his hand. It was sealed by having a thin strip of .paper-pasted over the Joining cf the box and Its cover. " "I suppose It never occurred to the old lady . that a great, big. hulking leather-head." lingering lovingly over the word3, "like Jack bad not dared to tell the young lady— **; No " one • spake. Hawardeli' sat In horrified silence. Finally- Kathleen Clyde broke out earnestly: Tit's a will. cf course, leaving Mr. Eawr Vden a fins estate in England and— " Hawardea pulled . himself together and came to . Bruce's side, trying to smile. " "There's no one to leave ce an es tate, IHas Clyde. I really haven't a relative ta the world, and my parents were poor "people. - I. think the. old lady Is not in her. right mind. I fancy that what Alec calls a box fa really a sort of tin locket, and probably con tains a portrait of her lost nephew.** He paused as if to gather courage to go on, and his face paled. "Dcn't. Alec!" he protested. "Jack," said Alec, solemnly, "we are bidden net to hide our light under a bushel— you're trying to hide yours In a pill bcx. and I «haH tell the girls the whole story." "I came to see Mrs. Gray," «a!d Jack, rising. "I win find her upstairs I think ™ As h« passed Brcce he whispered fiercely: "Fcr heaven's eake. Alec, keep that, thing to yourself." Alec smiled and nedded, but as toon as Jack bad disappeared he continued seriously: "It's a thing you ought to kne-a-, girls, and Tia determined you shall. Jack is too modest — en. unusual trait in an Englishman," he added, tfccnxhtfully. "Forget that you're Scotch and let's have the story." cried the girl who wrote stpries. "Sure, rn begin right in the middle so as to reach the denouement sooner. Our Jack Is In love—" Laughing exclamations of Incredu lity f rcta the listening girls. "H* Is^ — honest. *Hls aocl is tuned to sweet accord with peerless strains c'— ** "Never cind his soul." interrupted Kathleen again; "tell ns the story." "This isn't a wild Irish story. Miss Clyde.'* he retomed. with an air of Im patience. "This la the story of a slow coving and a particclarly slow speak- ry* LEC BRUCE turned around f j «lowly en the piano stcol and £— j faced the five stria. JL "Probably you girls are- not aware cf if, bat cur friend. Jack, has been adapted—" Jack Eawarden's tcnest face clouded. ing Englishman. He hasn't told his love, because the young lady is earn ing a fine salary and is seemingly hap py in her work, and his position was far from satisfactory. But the first of the year he was promoted, with a gen erous increase. He was screwing up his courage (here Alec paused and cade a strenuous imitation of a person using a screwdriver) when he received a message from the immigration au thorities that changed all his plans." The wily story-teller stopped as If the narration .was complete. "Do go on,'* cried some one Impa tiently; "that surely is not the end?" "What could the immigration author ities want of Mr. Hawarden?" ex dalced another. After much urging Alec continued: "When Jack went to the Immigration office he found a clean, decent-look ing old English woman, who fell upon bis neck and called him her dear nephew, and announced to the officers that he was the living image of her dear dead brother 'Jock.* Now Jack hasn't & living relative and never had an aunt, and he tried to explain this to /the old lady and to the officers. But sha would have none of It, and the cfScers told him very gruffly that If he didn't intend to support bis*auzxt to say so at once, for ta that case tha woman would $ave to be deported. Eha broke down at this and cried in tha cost pltlfnl way, and— well, it ended In Jack tawny her away with Ti<t->. Ha has a race for her la the house where he's bearding and Is doing his best to calcs her comfortable. Ha spends most cf bis evenings with her, and the old creator* is as happy "as can be." % "Jack's a brick!" exclaimed Kathleen excitedly. "It Is certainly very noble of him," said the editor warmly. "Can't be nad the real nephew V "Er— I thought— " he stammered. "It is only rtfht that ocr friends 'here should be the first ta knorw that Edith and I are engaged.'* . "Two souls with btit a single stamp." quoth Alec, with mock solemnity, bet the unfeeling remark was lest la a ahower of good wishes and consrata latlons. (Copyright. 1304, by Otho B. Senga.) "Fia sorry, you know." ba . said slowly, "that Alec ha3 told the story, but there is only one truthful way for me to finish it." He took the box from Brcce's hand and passed it to Miss Stuart, saying only. "Will you open the box?" Her beautiful eyes filled with tears, and, with trembling hands, she tried to break the seal- -Peace* Gray banded her a paletta knife, and as tha cover fLevr off they all crowded around. "If s nothing but a postage atanp." cried Kathleen, Indignantly. **the hor rid old woman! I'd Ilka to throw It Into the fire!*" Miss Stuart dropped tha .box aad ran from the room, aad l£ any one no ticed that Hawardea followed her no one was silly enough to apeak cf It. i "Glve*»e_-. tftat ...stamps .Kathleen. Quick." commanded Miss Fairlie. *T2i« <rid lady's mind Is all right." she add ed, after a careful examination, "and so fa her gift. This is a, fotrr-cent blua ilacritlus of the Issne cf 1347 and Is trarth at least sevfn thousand dollars. The "negotiable aunt" has mada Jack an easily negotiated gift." Hawarden heard the Joyous exclam ations that followed Miss Falriie's an nouncement and case In. holding \n« Stcart. blushing and ecbarrassed, by the hand. "' _:- : "Are you sure. Miss FalrEe^ b« asked anxiously. "Perfectly sure," she answered, with the confidence bore cf knowledge, "one was sold a few weeks ago fa T>rct(?qn for CT^S*)." -.-¦:;,-- '\-^_ By OtHo B. Senga HIS NEGOTIABLE AUNT "It is granted." she returned coldly. "Perhaps I chill have the hener cf congratulating ycu — also"— the also was added as an afterthought. "It is that y=a will ten it all to c»." Ee hesitated, through a sense cf deli cacy. "If ycu mind, dear," he added gently, "then den't." Did che cind. she asked h-rseif. No, she gloried in the opportunity. If he sighed for his freedom he should heve it. She weuld cake no effort to hold him, but he should under stand before she let him so that other men thought- her desirable. Then he ccuM eo with his freedom— and she would marry any cne cf the ethers. It made no diSercnce — she would take the cne who next asked her. She was e^-hteen and innnitely young. Tha middle-aged man opposite felt that he "wcnld barter his immortal scui to be twenty-fcur— to be ycung with her. "Shall I be^in at the beginning?" the asked in v.eary tones. He winced. ~N"o." he replied, "that would In clude me. Spare me that." There was & long silence. "It is of young Trav erse ycur tngagement— " "Until to-cight," she reminded fa a dall vcice. "I was engaged to yoo. Ust — " her voice stuck. He was wait lsjT'fer her to begin. "Sirs. Carr from New Orleans was at the Springs,** she began; "she ta cne cf my mother's eldest friends. 3Ir. Travers is her nephew. It was at one cf her receptions that I cet him first. Shall I till you everything?" Her voice tad a new ring. He thought it was fjcra speaking of her lover. **Your rcses came just as I was start 1-j," ghe continued, "I wore the blna dress, the one yea nsea to like ce la—" draw In the fragrance cf the red reses and ta avcid his eyes, which w*r% persistent. Ee was thinking of hew ycung «-nd lovely she was. How csuld ht expert her to love him? The nirrcr cp-csite reminded him of his 7«ars. Tea. ha would tell her — save her all painful explanations. A young tel tcw would make her happier. Once, In* a hur^t c^ r ** T * ¦> '^ g^»w> f"*A tsl4 h??~ ; hew sh-" hated younx cea and new houses. It was childish cf him. he tcld himself, to expect her S3> kasw her owa mind. "What cas I eat?" sht beamed at fcla with ahin-ng eyes. "Anything. fr«n a nice ycung man to an oyster!" Here was the cpenmg, sccner than he expected. "Judith." h* began gravely, "it Is of th* ycung can I wish to speak now. Did— did — they say it Is young Tra ver»? Eiill I release you?" The last. ta the ear cf the girl. sevs.id an anx locs, frenzied appeal fcr freedom. So this was what made him so yiociay. so unlike himself. He was tired of fcer; he •wanted to be free. She was pdling a rose to pieces and fitting the petals over her ringer tips. "Shall we r:ng the curtain down on our little ccrredyr 'he asked in an "it'a-all-for the best" tone. She nodded slowly. She was beginning to see more deariy every minute, just as one's eyes grow accustomed to darkness ifter the first bewilderment. H« wanted to be free. "Judith," he said, "I shall ask cniy cne favcr of ycu — "he hesitated. IT was after the play, arfl they were waiting- in the quiet little cafe to be served. She leaned over to By Campbell M* Leod "Bob." sha said with all that pers ons youth shining ts her eyes. "haV« ycu fsrgottsa that tea dansa yoa taught ce years ago?** No. with. weary resignation, b*' had- set- fsrgot tea It. •' •...':> -Bob." with crcsl persl3tsh«« r -'*wl5*n yon told ce that night thai you had rather stay with ns than & g-> with the eld ladles, did yoa ceaa it trcirr* Tes. ha was sure* he meant It truly- Tha cafe was deserted. Only Francois. tha.. waiter, larked la the bacigronnd and he couldn't speak KrgVja. "Bob." coving nearer and laying % confiding band ca fcij arc "Bob. does your love 11» too deep for words?" There was a pleading <yrtl!ry ht her tones notto be resistad. "ChUd." n» was holding- her chla fa his cost comforting hand and exam tnlng her eyes. - -, r "Jack Travers didn't kiss nu truly," she ecrnferted. patting Bob's crd-gray hairs tenderly. France £3 had dl3cre«rr withdrawn, fully remunerated. "He said that before I told him aboct — ntcct how I loved yots — I — I— I told hfca all aborct ns. Bo*> — " Bat ah<? dida't finish. He undsrstccd. Bob always understood. "Child." he- whispered, with eyes la which youth had core horna to» ltv«-. ~ycm must be the eldest persoa on earth! Tea are straight Cress tha Gar den cf Eden— with yoxrtb that -Is fresh and genuine and eternal! .Tea. yota are, childl" . . , , " . ; . other lorers at the rprtngs. Bob. It may be." sis tapped & say Ilrtl« tcne with her fan. "that yoti inisht find them diverting. " There was Dav» Cary." she assigned her little ; Cng?r to Yi'-m. "and Fred Langles." th-a next finger to him, "both c? whom, pro posed to me at tha picnis ca ths fourth day of July. Then there was Mr. Greyner. who proposed to m» at th9 dance at Judg* Birrow's sen's birthday — the-^scn also proposed, far that matter. Dr. Spalding set csy wrist when I sprained it and whea he dis missed oa he asked ma to b« hia wife. That's all the proposals I had at tha springs. There were ftresiors wnea I stopped to Tislt Lacy KHdar» ca my way home." The caazi mads a- gesture cf entreaty. Truly, he had cot dreamed of i: beins thi3 bad. His beast fals like a. church ca a weekday. Has* could hs hava ever . beea fool esouga ta expect Judith to ' lor* hira against all these young men. . "If ycu carry Travers— f It wu'k cowardly subterfega to gat h«r away frona tha others- His voice stn=3c Sh» sat alert, with brilliant eyes. "Tf I carry Tra>T«rs» whazT"-Bh* asked. "I dos't fciow." ciseraaly. **I haven't exactly decided which one I shall carry." Sha leacsd taci languidly. " " She rememieretS th» first" tfcsis' sha ever saw htm. .Sha was delz# a -^drt dance befara tha lens gilt cirrir ta the bade parlor. . She .turned t» !s»t a aid- wise vieTy cf herself, .and, there in the d<xT ha was calmly watching her. Tha ethers were at tha 'tahtj. The occasioa was a dinner party anti he had committed tha un.pard.cnAi la effense cf being late. .That was^tija beginning. He very cuch preferred staying with her. h* declared.. If «h» didn't mind. That was tha n!5ht sh«» started loving Tii-r;.- Hadn't- he -«p«a: weary hours over tha intrtcaciss - of tae rf^rr^T'g to ccach her? Didn't Bob always understand? The- tho'ogSS-thjit he was Just across the tah-Ia and cot engaged to her any cora almost suf focated her. She couldn't stand It. listen to the music That was the be ginning; he carne next day for me to drive with him. and told me that he loved ne." "The impudent ..yaxmg—" he foryot that it was of her lover he was speak - lns. "He «aid he couldn't help it." she apologized for hinx in world-weary ac cents. "But they all say that." There was no trace cf vanity in the remark. The red of the rcse3 found brilliant ¦ rivals in her cheeks. "Then — then one night," she hesitated. "It was moon light — down en the fceach.— ha kissed me — " "He kissed yea?" the man exclalnaea. "How dare he^ — how dare youtT "Don*t bi* too hard en hlra," sh* pleaded: "he said something about men not despising a thief If he steal to sat isfy his scui when he- is hungry." Bob had risen angrily; a determined littla hand pulled him back. "Remember/* a cold voice reminded, "yen desired me to tell you." "Judith!" he reproved sharply. "And that wasn't all." she flashed defiant eyes at him. She remembered how Jealous he had been- Once she laughed and asked him tf be thought the enamored air -went signing after her, too. But that was when be had really cared for her. Now he was try ing' to get rid of her. **I had numerous "Child, he brterruptea, "you do not understand — " "Yes, but I do." gayly. "I remem ber it, every tit, ycu toW me that first ni^ht I were it — do jrou remember it? —what you whispered out there . on the gallery about my 'renTr whit» arms and shadowy hair?' It is a pretty dress. I were your roses to the reception — they were glorious cnes." She was leaning en her elbows en the table, her bis eyes fall of mystery. ""When Mrs. Carr presented ilr. Travers." she proceeded, "he told me that he had been knowing me -for a !cnj. Ions time and waiting -for me to come, because his hands were tied. 33 It were, and he couldn't come after tne. Then I laughed, because it wa3 such a good Joke — really. Bob, he said it very much nicer than I can remem ber. Then he went on to tell me that it was before the war tre had known me. He just graduated two years ago." I am afraid I rather encouraged him in the nonsense. It was such a relief from talking to the women, and I can't help being silly, you know. Bob." . His heart felt old and "musty and faded, and her every word was giving it a fresh, blow.- She had made a little pyramid of the rcse petals and was nervously tearing- it to pieces to reconstruct it. "He was very nice." she continued. "We went back to sit on the stairs to- heade<i» ,100. I bet she's got a temper! The redheaded kind always has." Randy utterly ignored Jim Ben at the supper table, although he went so far a* -to ask. "What's them?" when she passed him the plate of biscuit that gave outward evidence of the inward presence cf a superabundance cf soda. After .supper he further violated all precedent by jrettin-r the kindlings "far th? mcrr'.-'g fire and filling the box u :th weed. When he had performed this work of supererogation, he sat down just In side the kitchen door and watched •while she washed and vriped the dishes. She handled them daftly and swiftly anl moved about with light foot. Her sleeves were rolled to her shoulders. Jim Ben would have been less than human if he had net best-.-wed sly; ad miring glances en her white and shape ly arms. She turned en him suddenly and cau.f ht him fairly. ""What you ga-wkin' at me for?'* " "I wasn't frawkin'! I was just won derin' If they hurt!" ? "What? My arms?** "No, ma'am. Them freckles." For answer she clouted him about the ears £*tth the wet dishcloth, but when he had Insloriously tied from her province she gave utterance to a series of delighted •jiss'.es. Jim Een kept clear of the hired girl's kln^Inn for three days, meal time al ways excepted, cf course. Randy cob lidsd to her mistress that of all bir, awkinrd, clumsy stand-up-and-fall dowiis he was the ve.~y wurst she ever 'lid see. It made her la-ash to lock at him. Perhaps that.is,T.by she would leek at him with. a tvisJbe in the tali of her eye. while he was stolidly eating fc-is meal and answering her questions in curt monosyllables. Then, woman like, she bezan: to make advances. Jim Ben had lifted a barrel cf salt unaided from the wagon to the eround. Handy, who was ca her way from the woodyard with, an apronful of chips. stepped to watch this athletic feat; When he had set the barrel .on the ground v. ich apparent ease she compli mented him. Sis said: "My' It must b? awful nice to be that strong'.'* Then she ran tcvard the kitchen, saying: "I b'lieve I smell rny cookies burnin''." Jim Pen followed. He asked the Qtzeen regent of the Weaver kitchen if ht» might have a cup cf buttermilk. Sh» rlUed for him a quart tin cup. When he had drunk it all he wiped his moutii ¦with the back of his hand and said: "Most zois lets the cream sour too Ions afcre they churns. I call that there buttermilk tiptop stuff, if you di'l chum it." F~andy smiled at this frank praise. and. to show him that It had not fallen en unaprreciative ears, brought forth a roll of yellow cutter, solid and sweet. r^TAlIES BENJAMIN SAUNDERS— I be was called Jim B*a en the 1 farm where he had been •hired hand" for the List ten years — cam* cp en the Lack porch, wiped h!s face ea the roller towei that hens by the dcor. stepped to the window pane that possess? 1 Ox quality cf dimly re flecting a cccr.ter.arce before it. care fully ccinbed his. hair azl tf&ea stepped into the sracicus rood that served the double purpose cf kitchen and dining room. Before he reached his accus texred chair in the corner he raised :n Cpea-QOEthed astonishment. There uas a new hired sriri in the kitchen. Now, flaring th* Last ten years Jim Een had seen h.'re-l girls com* and 50 frcm the Weaver kitchen by the score. There had been a lens crcc-ssica o* tall girls and short girls, fat girls and lean p-.rla. maid* «twi widows, siris with cemplexicns like reaches and cream tzd stria 'with no complexion, whatever. The new g:rl had freckles and red hair. "Jerusalem I ** exclaimed Jin Ben. "Den't yea dare ccme stearin* 'rcund =y kitchen:" admonished the red headed girl. " 'cause I went stand it— ret a bit cf It!" Her tcce was severe, btrt a comical cmile played around" her mcuth. Net being a society mas. Jini Sen was at a loss fcr reply. He cemprcrmsed by «hufi*Ling ca touarJ his chair. *"Fer the lard sali-is! I don't know what yer name is — " Kere Jim Ben vstssieered Use desired information. ***"VeIl. then. Jim Ben. you so straight cut and clean them boots. Lock-ee at ye. a trackin' ur rrry clean Boor in that ¦ty'.el" That •was the be;:-r::j of it. After dinner Jim Ben did an unex pected and wholly unprecedented thin?. Of his own metier. lie tcck the empty pall from the bench by the kitchen doer, -went to the -ell. manipulated the heavy eld "sweerv" returned -with- the pail brimming full cf water and set it carefully en the bench. "I^cck-ee at ye now! If yea haven't epilled s'trme water en my clean flscr, you bir. 2-a-icard hulk! I've a rctlcn to—** and she grabbed a dipper. and enly the hasty exit cf Jim Een in the directicr: cf Ott bam saved him a liberal sprinkling. Jim B-en smil»d to himself cocasion al!y as he plodded along behind the pi?**" tbMX afternoon. "When he and Mr. Weaver stepped to rest at the turrit? row, J:m Ben sat en his piow beam and industriously whittled a clod cf moist earth in a preoccupied way. ¦When h* had fashioned it into a cute he turned to Mr. Weaver and asked: '•^ay! Who is sh>r* "Whc's who?" "WJr, her; the new hired gal!'* "Oh! That's Randy Klssins. Her folks live down en Scatter Creek. Tea know c'.i man Ei^^ins — him that runs JL-n Ben nodded assent. Then be said: "Gcsh! Ain't si-? freckled? s?ort o* rtd- THE SAN FRANCISCO SUNDAY CALL.