The weekly Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1854-1861, 1857-05-21
GO Back, Rose; You're TOO Little
10 Come.
BY ELLEN LOUIE cnANDLEa.

sucn DELICIOUS Gay IN June. Inc Dirds
sang till the air was fairly vocal with their
melody, and all the green trees nodded their
heads in appreciation. The very brooks seem.
ed to have caught the general inspiration,
and danced along thorough the meadows, as
if keeping time to qnickstep of the fairies.
Annette Summers and had been invited
to spend the halfholiday with our school.
mate, Kate Harrington. Deacon Hurring-
tons old. fashioned, brown house fronted to.
ward the South. Behind it stretched broad,
green meadow, famous for flowers and Der.
ries in the geography of every child in Rye
field. fused to look at Deacon Hurrington's
old brown house, even in those early days,
when had not well.defned idea of artis.
tic taste in my curly head. / know now {,
that il combined, to an eminent degree, the
elements ofthe picturesque. The low roof,
which sloped backward nearly to the ground,
was grey with moss. Ivy crept about the
windows, and over the rustic porch had twin
ed climbing roses, along with heavy clusters
Of trumpet creeper. ...,
There was q rude seat in the doorway
made OF the little boughs Of the white birch'
twisted together in, fantastic fashion, and
here grand mother Harrington was wont to
sit, with her grey woolen knitting work.
Oh. what treat we used to think it to spend
a half holiday with Kate Harrington.
IL wish were you, Kate" exclaimed
Annettu, after we bsd spent half the long
summer afternoon chasing butterflies, and
arranging avegetabie baby house, with hoI.
ly.hocks, for our ladies' parasols, and tea pots
manu- Factured of veritable poppy. pods. 81
wish were you, and then should be hap
py all day long, with nothing to trouble
me-"
"You could, could you'll" and Kute's cheek
flushed, as she pa, away from them her heavy
bands of black hair-"you think so, and
that's all you know about it. have thou
sand things to Sex me. There's Rose, for
instance. Mother expects me to be con
stautIy taking care of her, and she's the
greatest little torment you ever saw. By thu
way, girls. let's start after til ,se strawberries
in the woods, now she's out Of sight min
a ute, SO she won't tease to 60 with us"'
We were just halfway acoss the meadow
l. VIXEN vi heard q sweet voice crying:
"please, sister Kate; Rose wants to g
too"
turned round I remember, and though
= how beautiful was the little creature comm
r; towards us. She was very unlike her siste
Kate. Kate was q brunette, but The littl
white robed figure tripping across the me;
dow. had a pale spiritual face, and Ion
curls Of golden hair falling TO her tiny wais
There WINS flush on her check and loo
Of enger, beseecbing interest in her larg
!. blae eyes; aud she stretched her dimplt
arms towards US, and Kept crying in h'
earnesthess:
,e "Piease, girls, wait for Rose"
IN A look Of vexation crossed Kate's fac
ce aud she called out in tone OF extreme irrit
biIlty:
ry eco back, Rose; you're too little 10 com
OF Go back! 60 back!''
IS Kate always had way Of being minde
- and the little one pot her fingers to her eye
a. and silently turned toward the house. v
an hurried on in the direction of the woet
be without giving u single glance backward
he I think Kate's conscience repoached h
ii for her selfshness, aud know my ov
IS pleasure was spoiled for the afternoon. v
sct found plenty of strawberries red and riE
I'd. among their bed of leaves. There were
'm tie blue eyed blossoms. too, that kept
art minding me of Rosie, and l was not sor
- when the sunset shadows heightened, u
Sc. We turned to 60 home.
he We had gone down the hill, out of
al. woods, and crossed several rods Of the met
m. ow land, when Kate said in hoarse wh
ng per: "See there, girls, what is that wh
nd, thing by the brook! Do you see it,"
me We saw it, and hurried towardit N'v
Rose. AT first we thought she was dead
Scarcely seemed the faintest breath to st
from her parted lips, and the pulsations
ces her heart were SO weak you could scare
for feel them. "a She was in kind Of trancel
an. sleep. 1t was sometime before We succe
rbe ed in waking her. and then her limbs see
nm. ed chilled and stifiened by the subtitle daI
,,rv ness OF the meadow land atmosphere.
,er. could not stand. How many times t
no afternoon the little darling bad begged u
, a. "nake chair'' for her, with our hands,
MI. we had answered that we couldn't stop.
red made one now. She twined her dim
ical arms about our necks, and held on very ~
ZEN, but she didn't speak, except once, and q
oud she only said, "Ain't most big enou
,on. sister Kate?' y
ing Mrs. Harrington met Us at the door
rrs. a wild look of alarm. "Goed heavens, Ka
..d. she exclaim ed; "what's the matter ,
des Rose," And taking her In her arms.
new discov cred that her clothes were almost
ures urated with moisture. "Kate, child,
any don, you speaka Has Rose been in
: waterl'.'
"No me'ami but she went into the m
olds ow, spd got e sleep. and we found @ ger b !
Il sleepiDg.F
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