The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1857-09-19
Xoutt'a Department.
Go Back Rose---You're too Little
to Come.
BY EIIEN LGCSIA CHANDLER.

There were three OF uS-katc. Annette
and myself and We were goi"r into the old
wood to hunt strawberries. III it was such
delicious day III June. II birds sang till
tic ar was fairly vocal VII heir melody. and
MI the green trees nodded :. + heads i'll ap-
rroEation. The very br y. seemed to have
caught the general II, ration, and danced
along through the II Us as If keeping
time to Il quick>tcp o! : Aries.
Annette Summers ana had been invited
To spend the half holiday with our school
mt Kate Harrington. Deacon lIarrinSton's
ol.l-f,shoncG brown house tronted toward
the south Behind it stretched a broad green
meadow, and still further back was dcnscly
wooded ACTIVITY. famous for flowers and bcr-
rcs in the geography Of every child in Rye
field. used to love to look at Deacon liar
rnyton's old brown house. even in those early
DAYS when had not single well-dctincd
notion of artistic taste in my curly head.
know it combined to an cminen, degree the
elements Of The picturesque. The low roof
which slovcd backward nearly to the ground
"a. grey with moss. Ivy cr"pt about the
windows, end over the rustic ro:si, had tvined
Ainb;ng Poses. slong With k~sy clusters Of
Vunpss cssepesA
fhere wss rude scas ., the doorway .aAd-
Of the uttlo boughs OF v!l;ts birch twisted
together in fantastic fashion. and here grand
mother Harrington was wont to sit, with her
grey wooden knitting work Oh what
treat We used to think it to spend half holi-
day with Kate Harrington.
II wish were You, Kate" exclaimed An
nrtte, after We had spent half the long sum-
mcr afternoon chasing butterflies. and arranS-
ing vegetable playhouse. with holyhocks
for our ladies' parasols, and tcapots manufic
tured out Of veri'ahlc poppy pods. Il wish
were YOU. and then could be happy all
day long. with nothing to trouble nc"
You could. could you ?" and Hates cheeks
flushed as she put away from them hcrheavv
bands of black hair. "you think so. and that's
all YOU know about it. | lave thousand
things to vcx me. There's Il 81. for instance.
Mother expects me to be constantly taking
care of her, she's the greatest little torment
YOU ever saw. by the way, lets start after
those Strawberries in III" wood. now she's out
Of sight for minute. 50 he won't tease to
20 with us.
We were just half way across the meadow.
when VIC heard q ,"c; voice CRYING,
please sister X e, Rose wants 70 yo
too
turned round. l remember. and though.
how beautiful was Tie little creature coming
toward US. She was very unlike her sister
Nate. Kate Was a brunette. but the little
whitc-robcd figure tripping across The mead
ow had a pale spiritual face. and long curl>
Of golden hair falling to Fer Tiny waist,
There was flush on her cheek, and look of
eager bcsecchinS interest in her large blue
eyes and she stretched her dimpled arms
toward us, and kept CRYING in her earnest
ness:
"PieasH, girls. wait for Rose"
\ look Of vcxa;ion crossed Hates face. and
she called out in a tone ofcxtrcmc i.ritahlitv:
$50 back. Rose. you're too little to conc
Go back. go back
Kate always had way Of htin: minded
and the little one put her in crS to her eyes.
art. silently turned toward ne house. We
hurried on in the direction the wood. wi H.
out giving single s., backward. think
Hates conscience rcHro> ed her for selfish
nc's, and know my o.. pleasure was spoil
Cd for the afternoon. N'c found plenty of
Strawberries, red and ripe, among their beds
Of leaves. There were little h!uc-cycd bios
SONS too, that kept re mindinS me of Rose.
and was not sorry when the sunset shadows
heightened, and we turned to 90 home.
We had gone down the hill out Of the
wood, and crossed several rods Of the mead
ow land, when Kate said in hoarsc whisper,
"Scc there, girls, what is that white thin. by
the brook. DO YOU see it,
We saw it and hurried toward it. 1t was Rose.
At first We thought she was dead. Scarcely
seemed the faintcst breath to steal from her
parted lips. and the pulsations Of her heart
were SO weak you could scarcely feel them
Rhe was in kind Of trance-like sleep. 1t
vAs some time before we succeeded in waking
hcr. and then her limbs seemed chilled and
s:isend by the subtle dsn,pncss of the mead
lane atmosphere She could net s,and.-
Nov many times that afternoon had that
INC little darling begged Us to make chair"
for her With our hands. end we answered.
that We could not stop. We made one now.
She twincd her dimrlcd arms about our neck.
and held on very tight hu; She did no, speak
hu, once. and then she only sad, amt
irg cnough. SISTER Kate:
Mira llanil .ton met VI. It, ;iic dor. With
Wild look rf ;!a.n
Good heavens. kai",' III, exclaimed!
"@h.; inc matter with Rose" And taking
her from or arms she discovered that her
clothes were almost sa,uratc! with moisture.
Kate child. why don't YOU speak? Has
E'r been ii ,hc water ,"
No. D.a ma. hut .he VIII INTO the mead
." ana 20. a,,ccp and =. "a her ,hcr,