St. Charles Republican intelligencer. (St. Charles [Charles City], Iowa) 1856-1857, 1856-11-13

GO BACK, ROSE;
YOU'RE TOO LITTLE TO COME
BY ELLEN LOUISE CHANDLER.

There were three of us-Kate, An.
nette, and myself-and we were going
into the old wood to hunt for straw.
berries. Oh it was such delicious
day in June. The birds sang till the
air was fairly vocal with their melody,
and all the green trees nodded their
heads in appreciation. The very brook
seemed to have caught the general in.
spiration, and danced along through
the meadows, as if keeping time to a
quickstep of the fairies.
Annette Summers and l had been
invited to spend the half-holiday with
our schoolmate Kate Harrington
Deacon Harrington's old fashioned,
brown house fronted toward the south.
Behind it stretched broad, green
meadow, and still farther back was a
densely wooded activity, famous for
flowers and berries in the geography
of every child in Ryefeld. l used to
love to look at Deacon Harrington's old
brown house, even in those early days,
when l had not a single well-defned
notion of artistic taste in my curly
head. / know now that it combined
to an eminent degree the elements OF
the picturesque. The low roof, which
sloped backward nearly to the ground,
was gray with moss. Ivy crept about
the windows, and over the rustic porch,
had twined climbing roses, along with
heavy clusters of trumpet creeper.
There was a rude seat at the door
way, made of the 1.-THE boughs of the
white birch, twisted together in fan
tastic fashion, and here grandmother
Harrington was wont to sit, with her
gray woolen knitting work. Oh! what
a treat we used TO think it to spend
a half-holiday with Kate Harrington.
II wish l were you, Kate" exclaim.
ed Annette, after we had spent half
the long summer afternoon chasing
butterflies, and arranging vegetable
playhouse with hollyhocks, for our
ladies' parasols, and tea-pots manufac'
tured out Of veritable poppy-pods. 81
wish | were you, and then could be
happy all day long, with nothing ia
trouble me-"
"You could, could you 2" and Kate's
cheeks flushed, as she put away from
them her heavy bands of black hair
"y you think so, and that's all you know
about it. l have a thousand things to
vex me. There's Rose, for instance
Mother expects me to be constantly
taking care of her, and she's the great
est little torment yon ever saw. By
the way, girls, let's start after those
stra awberries in the wood, now she's
out of sight for minute, SO she wont
tease to go with us ]"
We were just about half way across
the meadow, when we heard sweet
voice crying;
Pease, sister Kate Rose wants
to go tOO."
turned around, l remember, and
thought how beautiful was the little
creature coming toward us. She was
very unlike her sister Kate. Kate
was brunette, but the little white
robed figure tripping across the mead
ow, had pale, spiritual face, and long
curls Of golden hair falling to her tiny
waist. There was a flush ON hel
cheek, and a look of eager, beseech
ing interest in her large, blue eyes
and she stretched her dimpled arms
towards us, and kept crying in hel
earnestness
| "P'ease, girls, wait for Rose"
A look of vexation crossed Kate's
face, and she called out in tone O
extreme irritability, ~ Go back, Rose
you're too little to come Go back
60 back I"