The weekly Ottumwa courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1857-1872, 1858-10-07

little sylph, whose feet seemed winged with
music, whose gestures were expressive Of har-
mony. "Ahi monange! how beautiful you
do zat i you will set OH fire ze hearts Of all re
young-Ah! | beg ze parding. Mademoiseile !!
-zet step was very good tolerable."
"Charnsant! Mademoisells! ze dance make
you 80 bright; your lips, your cheeks, your
eyes! you have re grace Of an-an older pupil
If you persevere."
Thus the poor Frenchman was obliged to
restrain the enthusiasm Of his nature when he
would fain have complimented the grace and
beauty Of his most admi. ed scholaf,whoss
"Laugh was like fairy's laugh.
so musical and sweet;
whose foot was like fairy's foot,
DO dainty and so feet"
CHAPTER THIRD.
Oh dear, believe am lost 20 half cried
Rosalind, as she sar down on messy stone
beside the path, and looked around, debating
upon what course to pursue.
Her cheeks were flushed with the heat, her
hat swung on her arm, she had burst out the
side Of her kid slipper with long walking and
climbing.
She had started out without any particular
object, except to wanderalong in the sunshine
by the banks Of the lake, and had enjoyed
herself so much that she had gone farther
than ever before, and had got into the forest,
too, tempted by the wild strawberries and
violets which she found. She could no longer
see the lake or her fathers honse; AMI al
though the path she was in was well trodden,
she was bewildered, and did not know whether
to proceed this way or that, to ges out Of the
wood OH the homeward side.
"Well, must say, you are q pretty big girl
to get lost % spoke up voice with something
Of good-natured scorn, bu, more laughter 10 it.
stHo! hav'nt been lost these three years, and
you're older than I.'
Rosalind looked quickly round and perceived
a little boy who had been lying on log not
fer away, and who now came forward and
stood before her.
"Why, how old are you ?" she asked with
childish naiuets.
"Nns and halfp' was the prompt re-
sponse.
Sand I am twelve, Master -"
"Ralph, is my name."
"Master Ralph. My name is Rosa Gold.
stone, and my father lives down bv the lake
but cannot find the way now. How funny /!
my fathers name is Ralph, too"
'sIs it? lean show you the horse mighty
quick. know it. Its the great one with
the queer chimneys aud the pretty gardens,
and what mother calls the tower. Did you
ever see my mother ?''
stI guess not what's her name, and where
do you live ?''
"We live off there. Her name is Smith,
Our house is not like yours-it is small. and
it is not painted. Your father must be rich"
"Perhaps he is he never said.o
sPerhars mother and would be rich. if we
had a father, like you. NY mother sews col
lars and such things for the ladies in the viii
lsge. But she is lady, too; don't you think
so ?''
"You forget have not seen her. Iwonder
il nurse would not have some collars for her
to embroider! Pll ask her when go homs.-
IL you know the way, win you please show it
to me ?'' s8asef
Z eyes, Of course. Come along.''
"Oh, dear Pm so thirsty, and hungry, too"
said Rosalind, as she slipped Oft the rock, and
followed him, looking ruefuIly ather torn shoe,
and walking a. il wearied out. s.
"Then come in our house minute, and f'll
get you some water from the spring. said the
boy with hospitality.
He was handsome, manly little fellow
Rosalind looked At him with gratitude, and
did not refuse to accompany him, as he turned
of from The main path and went along wind
Ing dsclivity which led to little brown cot
lage, hidden in trees, at the foot. There was
q glimpse OF :heaiake and Of the chimneys OF
her fathers house, FROM the front doc, the
little girl thought 1t very pretty place, with
ito morning-glory vine, and its clean floor with
put any carpet. q aew 4 ~
''Here, mother, 10 D.. Goldstone's daugter.
she is lost, aud 90 thirsty and hungryi You
get her piece OF bread and butter, please,
while 60 for the water - and the boy called
Rosalina in with an importsnt air.tafti IA
Awomaa was sitting at the window, busy
with some embroidery. As her son spoke, add
Dhs hooked around, she sprang suddenly into
the middle Of the foor and stood gazing at the
visitor with an expression which alarmedIthe
children. "a 7lae ga &saE
3 "What frightsns you, dear mamma ?" asked
Ralph. sa q ga4al s7s
ss0h, am not frightened, - she replied,
arawing long breath. "Yoa surprised me
little, coming in 20 unexpectedly. This IS Miss
Rosalind Goldstons, il it?a Sit here and rest
yourself, my dear, while Ralph gets you a
drink" Is 8&&f {f# Ha9
She led the child to : chair, took her hat
rom her, smoothed back her truant curis with
gentle hands, and kissed her. Rosa thought
he had the sweetest voice she had ever heard
ind she did not shrink from the touch II hands
that seemed inv.nting some excuse for being
near her. Ralph come tuggipg in . pitcher Of
:old water before the mother thought to cut |
'ome slices Of bread and butter and cake
Rosalind sat with the lunch in her lap, eat |
ng ahd talking a. il she had known them |
rsar; Ralph chattersd like asquirrel. II was
aot often he had guest, and be was bound to |
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