The weekly Panola star. [volume] (Panola, Miss.) 1857-1881, 1870-11-12
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day knee deep NJ ihe water. luyily brushing
away ihc nics, and brow ding the tlich Urrb
agc upon iho bank. nnd thr tender shoot,
81 the %oyorhanring willuWs Faith ut.
tired The children bad been truiUia
some and her young step mother hpr-rii
only ten years older than This rifl NJ oirh.
teen " whom ! an writing-hud hal 10
headache. 70 toll The truth. aho alwHya
had nnc-nr some other aphr=Whcneycr ll
wa hot. or the children were cross. or any
unpleasant dom site Aigcncirs arose Mis-
Ophelln might have pronounced her shin.
less" She declared herself a martyr IN
ieehleness and 10 her nerves
But now the sun was lying low In the
west q bright breeze was dimplinp the
river, and the tree.tops nodded and beck
oncd invitingly Tom and Janet would
not want 10 20 10 bed for an hour, and
Faith caught her little white sun bonnet
from the peg behind the door She wanted
10 be alone for awhile, 10 be- free, To think
her own thoughts, and to open her heart
10 the sweet ministries Of nature. She
needed rest and medicine such rs she
could find nowhere else. No. am not
speaking at random moan Just what |
sny-such az she could find nowhere else.
God reaches a young girls heart moro
nearly through His woods, His flowers, His
dews, His stars, llis sacrcl solltules, Ills
holy Gains, than through the lore Of
books, or even the revelations of His Word.
These things touch II rs with a human
tenderness and the closed doors iy open
Mt their approach.
She had Just got to the gate.
Faith Faith Tom snys he wants TO
60 to bed" called Mrs. Harris. Come
and get him. He Is driving me crazy"
Faith went hack to the house, md hung
up her bonnet again, casting one lingering
glance at the cool, lcafy recess beyond the
river.
"You will not 60 TO sleep yet, Tom"
she said. "It Is a whole hour before your
bedtime, Where's Janetg"
But Miss Janet was not ready 10 70 10
bed. She was slowly shaking the sawdust
ont of her dolly, sitting with her face TO
the wall In a dark corner.
"Ohl leave Janet for the present. said
Mrs. Harris, She's quiet enough. and III
send her mp by.and by. II Tos, doesn't
want to 20 10 sleep just yet, you can tell
him stories"
Tell him storiesS Faith know fast what
that meant. She repeated Mother
Goose" md the " House TINT jack Built
and London Bridge and Who Killed
Cock Robin y until her head swan. Then
she began with "Noah's Ark and went
straight through to " Malachi But all to
no purpose. The great brown eyes still
looked at her unwearingly from oyer the
low.foot board, and the persistent little
voice still pounccd upon every omission,
and demanded the correction of every
blundcr"
"Ah, Tom y she cried Ut last 81 knew
You were not sleepy-and am 50 tired
Do be a good boy now, and let me 20
down stairs. You can 20 to sleep without
me II you have a miud.'
"N0, ! ain't agoing to sleep for ever so
long" said Master Tommy, kicking his
feet against the wall. Not for six or
fourteen hours and there's lots and lots of
stories you've got to tell mel If you don't,
l shall holler and hollcr, and that makes
mammals head ache."
Faith resigned herself to her fate, and
began to improvisc n fairy nlo, That was
at least better than ringing the changes any
longer upon " As ! was Going to Sell my
Eggs" or Little Jack Homer" But
just then a lady and gentleman upon horse.
back swept by, the latter raising his eyes
70 the window as he passed, and then, lit.
ing his hat with o smile, bowling until his
dark hair nearly touched his horses chest.
nut name.
The color flashed TO Faiths fhce, for an
instant she drew hack and hid herself in
the shadow Of the curtain. Then, as the
riders swept round the corner, and com
menced a more l~eisurcly ascent of the hill,
she leaned forward and watched them
watched them with u look of pain and
longing.
"What you stopping for, Faith!' came
a voice from the bed. Why don't YOU
tell me what became of the priucessy Did
she ever find
"No," cried Faith, suddenly, "she never
found whit she was looking for, never
nevcrl Oh, Tom, Toni do let me bel ]
can't tell you any more stories tonight
"But you must, you see: because il yot
don't | shall cry and scream and get sick
and then
Faith rose in her desperation and went
up to the bed.
"Tom Harris, you will do no such thing
and ! shall not tell you another story Thu,
night. Do you just turn over and go tc
sleep, or ! shall 30 straight down stairs
Astonished out Of his wits, for Faith had
never so dealt with him before, Tom turn.
ed quietly TO the wall and said never {
word. Faith went back to the window.
They were still going slowly up the hill
-SluNiy, Hht iiuSt W Nuhll lllt piNstl|
moment Is golden, and who would prolone
its sheen. The lady was young, only {
year or two older than Faith, probably, and
very beautiful so beautiful that the child
who sat covering there behind the window
curtain gazed al her with a strange sinking
Of heart; for the gentleman who rode by
her side was-Kenneth Marston.
As they reached the brow Of the hill
they refined in their steeds, and Faith knew
by the wave of Kenneth's hand that h
was pointing out TO his companion all tina
was worth seeing in the valley below--th'
wide sweep Of the hills, the uplifting o
the mountain peaks, the glories of earth
and air and sky. She knew Just how hi;
eye dilated, how his form seemed to ex,
pand, how his voice grew deeper and ten
derer. There was the sting Of ii
But how could he help it, How could
Faith help 1t that this beautiful, cultured
gracsful woman had dropped down, GU
ct the clouds, as 1t were, and for three 81
four weeks had sat beside him At tn
board, walked with him In the dim oil
woods, read with him out Of the sclf-sam
book, rode with him over the hills an
through the valleys, and knelt by his SID