The Wyandot pioneer. (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1853-1868, 1856-08-14
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From Peterson's Magazine for September
K ATE B A RRY.
BY ANNA TAYLOR.

where are you going now, girls?''
The scent Of cigar foated in from the
piazza. Glancing in that direction, |
caught a glimpse of a h andsome face,
surrounded by light, curling wreaths of
smoke, that reminded me of the dreamy
faces | have seen in some old picture,
looking out from amid the feecy clouds.
But it was only cousin Philip smoking
amid the roses.
"We are going out for a walk" repli-
ed cousin Kate, as she arranged her black
curls before the mirror, and knotted the
blue ribbons of gipsy hat beneath her
dimpled chin.
"Well," said Phil, laughingly, II pre-
sumo you would like to have a certain
handsome young gentleman accompany
you, but are probably too difident to
make your wishes known. However.
am at your service, ladies'"
"No no! Phil" replied Kate, quickly,
sit would be cruel to take you from your
book and cigar. Besides we shall go
stroliing about wherever the fancy ofthe
moment takes us, and you gentlemen
don't like this style of rambling, but al
ways propose returning after walking a
short distance. So l think we'll not
trouble you tonight" But notwithstand-
ing this ungracious answer, knew Phil
ip would like to have accompanied US.
Kate Barry was wilful girl of sixteen
with her beautiful head filled with all
sorts of romantic notions, and unfortunate
ly, she had no mother to counsel and sus-
tain her; yet I must own, her will was
law to me. We had many strange ad
venture. Sometimes she would take me
out into the night, when the rest of the
household were asleep, to watch the stars,
and the outlines of the hills and vallies
as they lay shadowy and indistinct in the
spectral moonlight, and would enthusias
tically repeat to me the lines of some po-t
while I stood shivering in the night dew
and trembling with fear; but Kate was
proud of the courage she possessed, and
her freedom from superstitious notions
We had walked in deserted graveyard
when the neglected graves, overgrown
with rank weeds and tangled briars, look
ed still gloomier with the light shadows
resting upon them; and Kate had offer
boasted to Phil of having visited locali
ty in the neighborhood, where mar hat
once been murdered, and which still hac
the reputation Of being haunted; but sbt
did not tell him that some half dozer
young lady friends accompanied her. Tht
old housekeeper often strove to detain III
by talking of the miasma afoat on the
evening air, and the danger of fevers, bu
she dared not expostulate with us, fol
Kate was proud, and brooked no interfer
ence with her projects from interiors.
The sun was sinking gloriously in tn,
West amid sea of clouds, purple ant
golden and rose-hued AS she walkct
lightly down the gravel path, | could no
help casting regretful glance back t.
Philip, who still sat reading in the piaz
"a, enveloped in cloud of smoke, witt
the tips of the slippers had embroidered
| for him, resting on the window-sll.
;. Kate and gathered meadow lilies an,
wild roses, we filed our little willow bas
kets with the luscious blackberres tina
weighed the bushes down into the ran
grass beneath; we stood on the hilltop
and looked with delighted eyes at th
winding river, the pretty village, and th
windows of tho farm houses far away O
the hills that sparkled in the red light {
the sunset: we listened to the musical tin
Cling of the sheep bells, and passed me
ment beside the Black Pond, where tn
frogs were holding suoh grand concer