The Tiffin tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1868-1887, 1869-05-13
JANET'S EXPERIENCE,

Janet sat dreaming on the lower
step of the broad low roof porch, with
her chin resting on one brown little
haud, and a misty depths of light in
her clear gray eyes, dreaming as girls
of eighteen will dream, of future,
far of and radiant, that somehow nev.
er resolves itself into the present.
to morrow that never becomes a to-
day
The old clock on the kitchen shelf
had just struck fUur-the afternoon
sunshine was showering down, in
sort of golden spray. through the low
boughs of the great old cherry tree,
where the "red OK hearts" hung like
jeweed pcndents, and the busy brown
robins fultered in aud out and orange.
belted bees kept up low murmur-
Gus hum, like breakers far out on the
sea of the sunny air.
She was a rosy little lass. this her
oine of ours, round cheeks, where the
crimson Of perfeot health glowed
through a veil Of sunburn, aud dim
pied mouth red aud fragrant as Glove
pink-a genuine country girl, as un
consciously graceful in all her move
ments as the silver green wheat now
ripphuE in tho So,Nmcr breeze. Not
an orthodox beauty, but lovely
loveable little parsonage as she sat
there in her brown giugham dress
aud ruilled white apron, with her sun
bonnet on the porch floor beside her.
OF what was she musiug2 Tue
old, old subject Of every rcverie-the
old refrain to every song him ! For
Janet Roydon was in love-or at all
events, she fancicd she was, aud it
is wonderful how completely fancy
will sometimes assume the throne Of
reality.
As she sat there smiling to herself.
with dropping lashes ard feeting rose
shadows on her checks, firm, quick
foot step sounded on the garden path
here long sprays of spicy sweet.
brier traied, aud double rows Of cur.
rant bushes hung full Of ruby>spark
ling iriuges in level sunbeams-
Thorne Millington's step.
"Jauet," he said, plcadingly, "will
you walk up Craig Hill with me this
afternoon The young folks OF the
village are all going. and you see how
delightful the weather is. Come,
Janet, it is SO long since you walked
with me.
No-Janet wouldn't. Thorne
Millington looked hurt.
"Why notY"
II don't know that l am obliged to
render reason for every action oi
my life. It's too warm besides
am tired"
Thorne looked at her with mourn
full, incredulous gravity in his dark
eyes.
you would not have answered mt
so once, Jauet.'
Janet tossed her pretty little satin
smoothed head till the hair pins trim
bled among its braids.
II suppose am free to select my
own mode Of speech"
"Free? Yes, Janet, since yo'
wish to be free"
Janet was silent, Apparently sh'
was iutently comparing the stripes OF
two blades ofTibbou-grass that huns
; over the wooden step by her side
but Millington was not SO easily re
pulsed. We cling with wonderful
tenacity to life, aud to Thorne tn
love that had grown up in bis hear
for pretty. Wiliul' Janet ROydon, wa
. something stronger and better tina
life.
Z "Whs don't you say at once tho
you are expecting your fine city Low
err" he questioned somewhat bitter
ly. Janet lifted her head blushin
aud Indignant.
'Thorue you are going too fa
You have no right to catschsc me so.
"Have l not, Janet?" he questioG
i, ed in teDes where tho sharp pal
d seemed to pierce through the word
o "Certainly you have not"
"Well, will intrude no longer.
= see that your thoughts and mind al
elsewhere.
+ He paused a moment, perhaps hol
y ing that Janet might speak wol
., so detain him. But she did not, al
"A the next moment she was alone
pi the yellow glow Of the afternoon su
shine.
as 1t might have been five minutes
ne it might have been ten minutes-th
she sat there counting ribbon grs