“ahead to camp.
- working all day.
~such good times, so near Tlannah and her
-- mother, without their
“father before I‘Jeft. home that’ I
“going to look them up. -
. she had not .paid good attention.
“hurriedly past the place,-
by David C.
Cook Publishing Company.
Vou, VI. No. 388.
DAVID C. COOK PUBLISHING CO., Excin,
86 Wasuincton Sr., Ciicaco.
September 21, 1907.
WHEN JI HE
“ Everybods’s. outdoors to-
“mato: picking,” said Maxie.
“Yes,” said Clinny, shortly.
The two girls were riding their bicycles
up the road. Maxie and linny, with
twenty other city friends, had come to
this country region a week ago. They were
camping among the willows a mile away.
“All the farms were covered with tomatoes.
The crop was just. ripening. Daily the
country people picked tomatoes. At night
lanterns twinkled afield, for the crop must
_be gathered for the big distant canning fac-
tory that had .encouraged these farmers
_-to plant tomatoes.
“Only one person’s picking here!’’ said
Maxie, as they rode past a place where
on the long-stretching rows a single girlish
figure in a sunbonnet was_ picking.
Clinny hastened her bicycle onward. She
- did not answer.
“What makes you hurry so?” called
~* Maxie, trying to keep up.
All day they rode, exploring the coun-
At nightfall they came back, past
the farm with its. single girlish worker.
“Tf that girl hasn’t lit a lantern!” ex-
claimed: Maxie. -‘“ She’s picked tomatoes
all day! Is she going to viek all night?”
Clinny did not answer. She rode swiftly
But she lay awake that
night in her tent, remembering that soli-
tary lantern in the field,
“Nobody knows I bave any relatives
around here,” thought Clinny.. “ What
.Would the girls say if they knew I was re-
lated. to such countrified, homely folks
That was second-cousin Ilannah, picking
tomatoes! Why isn’t Great-aunt Sarah
‘picking, too? Why haven’t they hired other
Clinny imagined second cousin Hannah
ut on the tomato rows with her lantern,
picking, picking, her shoulders aching from
And here she was, having
“Tf we camped here for a month, I don’t
“believe they’d ever find out I was here!”
_. Tefleeted Clinny.
“They're good enough,
Ile didn’t care.
I don’t want to tell the rest of the girls
but such homely, awkward people!
- that I’m related to Tannah.”
Clinny’s family and Great-aunt Sarah,
with her daughter Hannah, seldom saw one
another, living so far apart.
_~ Still, if poor, hard-working second-cousin
Tannah ever should find out that she had
_. been camping so near and had not visited |
her, wouldn’t Hannah feel hurt, thinking
that Clinny felt above her?‘ She remem-
bered a verse that she had heard in Sun-
day-school once—‘‘ Condescend to men of
low estate.” She did. not remember what
‘explanation the teacher: gave of that, for
don’t’ like’ people who ‘ condescend ”
murmured (Clinny. “But I wonder
She went to sleep.
For. several days afterwards Clinny
avoided the road past second-cousin Han-
nah’s. Then, one day, she found herself
upon that road on her bicycle. She rode
with one quick
glance. Yes, there was a sunbonnet among
|. the tomato rows.
_tired out! You
Hannah controlled — herself.
Ter shyness returned, She
“Tlannah’ll *not see me,”
thought Clinny, whirling down
the road. “That sunbonnet’s
over her eyes.”
But Clinny was uneasy. By and by she
pedaled more slowly. With a sigh she
“T suppose,” she said,
science ’ll.never let me alone till I
She turned and rode back to Cousin
Ifannah’s. The lonely figure in the tomato
rows was still toiling. Then she slipped
into the field. She was going to “ conde-
“TIannah !” she called.
The stooping figure rose
“Don’t you know me?” she asked.“ I’m
Clinny. I’m camping with other folks over
in the willows.”
“Oh!” said Hannah, staring.
She was as homely and awkward as
ever, but oh, how exhausted she looked!
“ Where’s Aunt Sarah?” asked Clinny,
“She’s sick,” said Ilannah.
“You never can pick all these tomatoes
yourself,” said Clinny, gazing
afar at the long rows stretch-
ing over the field. “ Why, the
idea! No girl could!”
Hannah’s lips trembled.
“J know it,” she said, “ but
there isn’t anybody to hire.
We always have hired the
Slatterys to help pick. Mr,
Slattery set out all the toma-
toes for us, and we supposed
the Slatterys would be here
same as usual, to pick the
crop. There were seven of
the ‘Slatterys. But they’ve
moved = away. Bverrhody
‘round here has their own ‘o-
mato crop to gather, and
they’re so busy! I know we'll
lose a dreadful lot of tomatoes.
The factory go
tlirough here and take the to-
matoes after I’ve picked them.
I’m trying to take care of
mother and save all the to-
matoes I can. I must save
“that my con-
“You've been picking days
and nights, and ’tending to
your sick mother, too!’ cried
Clinny. “ Why, Ilannah, how
tired you must be!”
I[annah pulled her ‘sunbon-
net over her. face. Suddenly
she covered her face with her
hands and burst into tears.
“Why, Hannah!” — cried
Clinny, her “ condescension ”
suddenly dropping from her as
she put ber arm around the
thin shoulders... “ You’r all
pulled herself away.
“ve got to go to work,”
she said awkwardly.
“T'll help you,” said Clinny.
Hannah looked at her dully.
city. cousin would not be much help.
But Clinny stayed. She went. to
house to see IJannah’s mother, who was | tell her where they were going.
This fine] and never be
her “Great-aunt Sarah,” and who lay in
bed, her anxious old eyes looking out of the
window at the long rows that bore such a
crop going to waste for lack of pickers. |
That tomato crop meant so much to poor |
Aunt Sarah and Hannah!
All the afternoon Clinny helped Tannah
“I’m coming back to-morrow!’ she cried
as she rode away at night.
At the camp Maxie cried, “ Why, Clinny,
where have you been all day? I couldn’t
find you anywhere!”
“T’ve been helping my second-cousin
Hannah pick tomatoes,” she said bravely.
“She’s the girl that we saw picking all
Maxie stared, That countrified girl in
the field—a “tomato-er’’—the cousin o
“Was Clinny ashamed to tell me the
other day?” thought Maxie. ‘“ Something’s
changed her !”
Every. day thereafter Clinny rode. to
Hannah’s and helped pick tomatoes. But
a great deal of the crop was still ungath-
“I'm afraid your vacation’s being spoiled
working so,”’- said Hannah gratefully.
“Tt won’t hurt me,” said Clinny.
Inwardly she thought, “ Hannah’s a real
heroine!» Working night and day to help
her sick mother’ and = gather in the
erop! - And I ‘condescended’ to know
“TIANNAH!” SHE CALLED.
rls and « campers having picnics and rides,
able to go too. But she
would not desert Mannah,
One morning none of the campers would
| were being put up, but everybody was per-
“Tt’s no matter,” thought Clinny, as she
rode wearily away on her bicycle. “I sup-
pose they’re going to some fine place. I'll
‘hear about it to-night.”
She was very tired, but she must help
This morning, aiter YWannah and Clinny
were at work in the field, there suddenly
came the sound of voices.
“Tt’s our campers riding by
She pushed back her sunbonnet.
what were the campers doing? Twenty
bicycles stopped at the fence! Clinny’s
twenty merry camper-friends, laden with
lunch- baskets, invaded the tomato farm!
“We're going to help you gather your
cousin’s tomatoes to-day,” explained Maxie.
“You needn’t look so astonished, Clinny! |
Don’t you dare think we're not capable ad
Such a day as that was! The twenty
campers scattered over the stretching to-
mato rows.- Twenty pairs of new hands!
They made: YWannah “foreman.” They
swept the work out of her tired hands.
Boxes filled so quickly with tomatoes!
Never had Hannah seen such city people!
Such a jolly, hearty, hard-working com-
pany—and Clinny wasn’t ashamed to intro-
duce her to them! They laughed and sang
and picked. When boxes gave out, men
sawed and hammered, making new boxes.
Once in a while, as the long hours of pick-
ing went on, some cheerful worker, rising
to her _feet, demanded:
“What's ithe matter with us
Ard from “far rows. came
the chorus, “ We're all right !”
Or someone cried aloud,
“Do we equal the seven de-
pared Slatterys as tomato-
"ind quite voices answered,
Jaughed. It had
At the farmhouse window
old Aunt Sarah was watch-
ing. Ilannah had told her the
news. Of course the campers
worked because they were
Clinny’s friends, but how good
it was of them!
Through the long day they
picked. - When~ night came,
Janterns shone in the field.
Oh, the number of . boxes
ready for market! It was
almost incredible - to . Han-
At ten o'clock the twenty
campers and Clinny mounted
y toward camp, On
Clinny’s cheek there lingered
yet the feeling of Uannah’s
tearful good-night kiss as she
“Oh, Clinny! Clinny! You
don't know what it means to
mother and me to. have our
crop saved like this! I’m
going to bake cookies for all
you campers to-morrow.”
Clinny bent her head as she ©
thought. “ To think of my applying that —
Bible verse about ‘condescending’ to my-
self! When I go home where there’s’ a
Bible commentary, I’m going to look up
that verse about ‘ condescending,’ and see