THE RURAL NEW-YORKER 
1303 
The Regeneration of Sarah 
By Beulah Heaston and Anna Nixon 
(Continued from page 1269.) 
“No, you go to bed. Only one can 
work at it at a time.” returned Alice. 
It was one o’clock before Alice went to 
bed. Tired and nervous, she slept but 
little, for she was worried by the con¬ 
sciousness that she must be up at five in 
order to get the housework and the picnic 
lunch out of the way early, so that she 
could work at the berries. She was not 
going to the picnic with the others. 
There was too much work to be done at 
home. 
. Alice was relieved when the others had 
started next morning. She was anxious 
to get the berries picked before the sun 
grew hot; and besides, there were all 
those which had been picked the day be¬ 
fore yet to be made into jam. 
It was slow work, filling the bucket 
with the wild berries that grew in a neg¬ 
lected pasture lot. She was tired and dis¬ 
couraged, and thought enviously of the 
other young people of the neighborhood 
enjoying the holiday at Dundee Rocks. 
The berry patch commanded a view of the 
highway, and she could see the people 
driving past on their way to the picnic. 
She felt lonely and neglected, and thought 
that although she might in time succeed 
with the farm and with her plans for the 
rest of the family, her own life already 
was assuming the dreary aspect which she 
had foreseen. And it added to her unhap¬ 
piness when she saw John Armstrong 
drive past with Jessie Blair. 
It was long past noon before she filled 
her pail and returned to the house. She 
was too tired to eat anything; and she 
sank down, almost exhausted, into the 
kitchen rocker. For weeks she had been 
over-worked, and the unusual efforts of 
the last few days had proved too great a 
strain. Presently she remembered that 
the young chickens had not been fed and 
watered since morning. She started up 
in haste and went all the weary rounds. 
When she returned to the house she 
would not permit herself to take the rest 
she needed. Although her aching muscles 
and overwrought nerves protested, she 
put some of the berries over the fire to 
cook, and for an hour or more she stood 
over the hot stove, stirring the jam. But 
after a while the stove and the seething 
kettle became a confused blur before her 
eyes, and she was conscious that she was 
about to faint. She had just enough 
presence of mind to stagger away from 
the stove. 
When Alice regained consciousness she 
was lying on the floor, and an odor of 
burnt jam filled the kitchen. She tried 
to collect her thoughts, but it was too 
great an effort. For a while she lay in 
the sweltering heat of the kitchen ; then 
she dragged herself to the couch in a 
darkened corner of the sitting room. 
Sarah had gone to the picnic with 
Dick. They left Dundee Rocks with the 
others, in the evening, but soon passed 
everybody on the way. Dick carried the 
lunch basket to the porch when they 
reached the Willard home, and stood for 
a few minutes, talking to Sarah. She 
tried the door as he turned to go, and 
finding it locked, went around to the 
kitchen. As she stepped upon the back 
porch she detected the odor of burnt jam ; 
and on entering the kitchen, looked in 
amazement at the charred mass in the 
kettle and on the stove. Iler amazement 
grew into alarm when she saw the clean 
floor spattered with jam, and beheld the 
wooden stirring spoon on the middle of 
the floor. 
“Alice!” she ctlled in a frightened 
voice, going into the living room. There 
was no reply, but she heard a low moan 
from the couch. 
“Alice!” Sarah cried in terror, run¬ 
ning to her side, “what has happened !” 
Alice tossed feverishly and muttered 
incoherent words. The room was hot 
and stiffing, and Sarah's first thought 
was for light and air. As she threw open 
the shutters of the nearest window in 
frantic haste, she saw that Dick had not 
yet started, but was just stepping into 
his machine. 
“Wait 1” she called to him, and dash¬ 
ing to the hall door, fumbled wildly at 
the bolt. Alarmed at the tone of her 
voice, I >ick had reached the porch by the 
time she succeeded in opening the door. 
“What’s wrong—what’s happened !” he 
questioned anxiously. 
“Alice—something has happened to 
Alice ! Stop the doctor—we passed him 
a short distance back,” and Sarah hur¬ 
ried back to her sister. 
Again she tried to question Alice, who 
was too ill to reply. Sarah felt that she 
must do something; and she threw open 
the windows and ran to the well for 
water to bathe the feverish face and 
hands. She was relieved when she heard 
voices, and a moment later Dr. Arm¬ 
strong was in the room. 
“Was she sick this morning?” he 
asked, after taking Alice’s temperature. 
“She—she didn’t say anything about 
not feeling well.” replied Sarah. “But I 
Digging Out the Sliver. 
remember now that she looked rather 
pale. She worked late last night—she 
must have been tired out.” 
“She's been working too hard all Sum¬ 
mer, hasn’t she?” demanded the doctor. 
“Yes, I believe she has.” returned 
Sarah, a guilty flush overspreading her 
face. She was thinking of her new dress 
and the extra work it had entailed; and 
of her neglected promise to help with the 
berries. “Is she—is it anything serious, 
John? Oh, I’ve been so mean and selfish 
—I haven’t helped her as I should. 
I-” and Sarah, usually so calm and 
selDcontrolled, hid her face in her hands 
and sobbed. 
“She is very sick,” replied the doctor 
gravely. “You had better send Joe for 
Aunt Melissa—she’s about the best nurse 
available.” 
(To be continued) 
Jimmie at the Country Fair 
(Concluded from page 1299.) 
on a pedal. Every time he pushed down 
there was a roar, but it come from a 
thing that worked with a bellus—it 
wasn’t the wild man at all! lie hollers 
‘Wliadderyer doin’ there, you old hay¬ 
seed?’ only he swore—and the man what 
took the money come runnin’ in and told 
Paw he’d punch his head if he didn’t 
get out. 
“Paw just laughed at ’em. He sez, 
‘Why, you poor victims of cigarettes and 
booze, I could handle you both with my 
right hand tied behind me. I was just 
showin’ this boy of mine the works in¬ 
side the baldest fake I ever see on a fair 
ground—and I’ve seen a good many. 
They deserve to lose the State money 
for allowin’ such as you on the grounds.’ 
“Him and me was late for supper, and 
had to sit to a diffrunt table. The man 
next to Paw sez, ‘Say, I ain’t got no use 
for the Dutch—I only come here because 
you get a better meal for less money’ll 
you do to a hotel.’ 
“ ‘Ub-hum,’ sez Paw. ‘Well, some peo¬ 
ple look at things one way and some 
another. To my notion, a man that can 
put up as good a meal as this for 50 
cents and make money at it is a mighty 
useful citizen—please pass that platter 
of baked apples back this way—and the 
woman that can bake apples the way 
these are baked gits my vote for Presi¬ 
dent of the D. A. R.’s—I don’t care 
whether she was born in Germany or the 
Canibal Islands.’ 
“We see the ortermobile parade—she 
was a dandy! and then Sheldon and 
Henry and the girls wanted to stay to 
the show. Maw didn’t, and Paw wanted 
to start for home. Maw said she knew 
the play was wicked, and she was a 
church member. Paw said not bein’ 
gifted with second sight, he coudn’t tell 
without seein’ it first whether it was 
wicked or not, and he wasn't no church 
member—yet; but he cal’lated he’d be in 
better shape to begin’ corn-harvestin’ in 
the mornin’ if we went right home. Edith 
told Maw it was a clean, Christian play. 
Maw said how did she know? She said 
the preacher told her. Maw said what 
preacher? and Edith said her own 
preacher, and he told her not to miss it 
on any account if she got a chance to see 
it. Sez Maw, ‘If Mr. Cannon said that, 
I’m goin’ to see it if we don’t git home 
in time for milkin.’ Come on, Ezry.’ 
Paw sez, ‘Well, if my corn gits froze 
before I git it in the silo, I don’t want 
to hear one word from you about not 
bein’ forehanded. Children, I call upon 
you all to witness that this thing’s bein’ 
done agin my solemn protest, made and 
sworn to in due and legal form.’ All the 
same, when Henry was buyin’ the tickets, 
I see Paw and Edith shakin’ hands on 
the sly, and he sez, ‘Did the preacher 
really say that?’ She sez, ‘You know I 
wouldn’t say so unless he did.’ He sez, 
‘Three cheers for the preacher.’ 
“My ! It was fine. Maw’ll tell you all 
about it. She sez she wouldn’t a’ missed 
it for a gold dollar. 
“Well, we must ’a’ come home, for I 
found myself in my own bed this 
mornin’; but I don’t rec’lect nothin’ 
about it. I asked Paw if I had to go 
to school this mornin’. He sez, ‘No, son, 
you don’t haft to; but I bet a cookie 
you do. They aint never been a shirk in 
the Martin or Barlow fam’lies to my 
knowledge—and it’ll take a lot of talkin’ 
to make me believe you’ll spile the 
record.’ 
“Yessum ! I was there before the first 
bell rung.” 
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had seemed rather attracted by “Big Sis¬ 
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“Little Sister” was about to ask the 
blessing. Turning to the child he said in 
a tone of mild reproof: “Laura, I am 
going to ask grace.” “Well, it’s about 
time.” answered “Little Sister,” in an 
equally reproving tone. “We’ve been ex¬ 
pecting you to do it for a year, and she 
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