Excerpt from The Coraddi, Vol. 37: Member of the North Carolina Collegiate Press Association; November, 1932<br><br>Tonight She sat in a low chair inside the bedroom door and shelled peas from her lap into a quart cup. It was a warm June night, and the Odor of honeysuckle was heavy in the air. From the side porch she heard the rise and fall of voices - Lydia talking to Tom Fleming. Tom was no good, she mused. He didn't work, and there had been reports Of a still on his place three miles away. Still she couldn't be too hard on Lydia. Surely it was no harm for them to sit on the porch and talk.<br><br>Little zig-zags of lightning played across the sky, and the wind blew Stronger. In the next room she heard the two little ones tossing in their Sleep. She gathered tip the peas in the corner of her apron and went to them. It Was nothing. Perhaps the lightning in the air gave them bad dreams.<br><br>She was restless herself tonight. The kitchen door slammed. Pick ing up the kerosene lamp, she hurried to the back to close the doors and lower the. Windows. In the dining room she set the lamp on the table and straightened up to reach the window. Just then sudden pain, sharp as a knife, struck in her Side. She caught herself with her arm and bent far over to ease the hurting. Presently the pain passed away, and she stood up again. She had hoed too hard today, She thought. She was a thin, frail woman with browned face and rough, browned hands. She was not more than forty-two, but life deals harshly with women on the farm land; and since her husband had left her five years before, her life had been harder than most.<br><br>About the Publisher<br><br>Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com<br><br>This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.