The southern enterprise. [volume] (Greenville, S.C.) 1854-1870, 1860-01-05
Miarrllanfntts Efahina.
Go Back, Rose, You're too Little to Comic,

Go Back, Rose, You're too Little to Come.
There were three of us--Kate, Annette, and
| myself--and we were going into the old wood TO
hunt Strawberries Oh | it was such a 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
inspiration, and danced along through the mead
ows as If keeping time to quiekstep of the
| fairies ,s- -
Annette Summers and / had been invited to
eff.end the half.holiday with our schoolmate.
Kate Harrington. Deacon Harrington's old-fa-
| shioned brown house fronsed toward the south
Behind it stretched broad, green meadow, and
still further back was dcnsely wooded acelivi-
ty famous for flowers and berries in the geogra.
ply Of every child in Ryefeld, I used to love
| to look at Deacon Harringtons old brown house,
even in those early days, when had not sim
gle well-defned notion of artistic taste la my
curly head. knew not that il 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 tho rustic porch
had twined climbing roses, along with heavy
clusters of trumpet creeper
There was a rude seat at the doorway, made
Of the little boughs Of the white birch, twisted
together in fantastic fashion, and here grandma
ther Harrington was wont to sit with her grey
wOolen knitting work Oil what treat we
used to think it to spend halfholiday with
Kate Harrington.
Il wish were you, Kate" exclaimed Annette.
after we had spent half the long summer after.
| noon chasing butterflies, and arranging yeget-
able baby-house, with hollyhocks for our ladies'
parasols. and teapots manufactured out Of yerit-
able poppy pods "a wish were you, and then
could be happy all day long, with nothing to
| trouble me-"
"You could, could your and Kate's cheeks
flushed as she put away from them her heavy
bands of black hair, "you think so, and that's
all you know about it / have thousand things
to vex me. There's Rosc, for instance. Mother
expects me TO be constantly taking care Of her.
and she's the greatest torment you ever saw. -
BY the way, girls let's start after those straw.
berries in the wood, now, shes out Of eight for a
moment, so she won't tease to go with rs"
We were just half way across the meadow,
when we heard sweet voice, crying, Please,
sister Kate; Rose wants TO 60, too"
| turned around. remember, and thought
how beautiful was the little creature coming to-
wards us She wac very unlike her sister Kate.
Kate was a brunette, but the little white.robed
figure, tripping across the meadow had pale,
spiritual face, and long curls Of golden hair fall.
ing TO her tiny waist There was a flush on her
cheek, and look of eager, beseechiDg interest
in her large blue eyesl and she stretched her
dimpled arms towards us and kept crying In her
earnestness:
"Please, girls, wait for Rose
| A look Of vexaticn crossed Kate's face. and
she called out in a tone Of extreme irritsbilty:
| Go back. Rose. you're too little to comet
Go back 60 baekls
Kate always had a way Of being minded, and
the little one put her fingers TO her eyes, and si
lenuy turned toward the house. We hurried
| onsin the direction Of the wood. without giving
| single glance back ward. think Rate,s con.
scieLce reproaehed her for selfshness, and
know my own pleasure was spoiled for the sfier
noon. We found plenty Of strawberries, red
snd ripe, among their beds of leaves. There
were little blue-eyed blossoms loo, that kept re
ninding me Of Rose. and : was not sorry wher
the sunset shadows heightened, and we turned
to go home.
We had gone down the hill ont Of the wood
and crossed several rods Of the meadow land
when Kate said, In hoarse Whisper See there
girls whati that whits tiing by the brookI--
Do you see itT
We saw II, and hurried towards IL. II wa
Rose. AT frat we thought she was dead :
scacely seemed The faiutest breath to steal iron
her parted lips and the puisations Of the Eear
were so weak You could scarcely feel them. sh,
was in kind Of trance-liks sIeep. IL was some
time before ws succeeded IN waking her, "a,