I/O SUCCESS WITH SMALL FRUITS. 



Harrison, his associate overseer, unites more discretion 

 with his force, and he gave us an example of this fact. As 

 we were strolHng about, we found, seated at the end of the 

 strawberry rows, a group consisting of two young women 

 and two children, with a colored man standing near. They 

 had been picking in partnership, we were informed by 

 one of the young women, who was smoking a pipe, and who 

 replied to our questions, scarcely taking the trouble to look 

 up. She was about half white, and her face was singularly 

 expressive of sensuousness and indolent recklessness. 



"This man is your husband? " I suggested. 



" No, he 's only my brudder. My ole man is pickin' on 

 anoder farm," she drawled out, between the whiffs of her 

 pipe. 



*' I should think you and your husband would work to- 

 gether," I ventured. 



" We does n't. He goes about his business and I goes 

 about mine," she remarked, with languid complacency. 



Here is a character, I thought, as we passed on, — the 

 very embodiment of a certain kind of wilfulness. She 

 would not resist or chafe at authority, but, with an easy, 

 good-nalured, don't-care expression, would do as she pleased 

 "though the heavens fell." A little later there was a heavy 

 rumble of thunder in the west, and we met again the young 

 woman whose marital relations resembled those of many of 

 her fashionable sisters at the North. She was leading her 

 small band from the field. The prospective shower was her 

 excuse for going, but laziness the undoubted cause. Harri- 

 son, like a vigilant watch-dog, spied them and blustered up, 

 never for a moment doubting that she would yield to his 

 authority. 



But he had met his match. She merely looked at him 

 with her slow, quiet, indolent smile, in which there was not 



