The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1872-05-02
An illustrated Rebus.


aside, to settle her bows and tallals, 'to see
how she looked" in short; not that she
was especially vain of the ripple Of vel
low hair, of the ripe red lips and smiling
eyes, but because-because it was Philip
Ingersoll coming across the lawn. He
came in like west wind.
You'll spoil your eyes yet over that
worsted- work" he said, taking Violet's
embroidery out of her hands, and filing
in wrong stitches with the wrong color
Dear me! !" she cried, you're Just
spelling my cushion cover :! | shall have
| thing pretty"
II shall make something beautiful, de-
pend upon it. This cushion is to be OF
random or mosaic work, | have under
stood, and you design ANYTHING that fan
cy or feeling dictates! Now. intend to
add few stitches. and you will pull them
out at your peril. want an interest in
this cushion; and when my part is com
plete. if it doesn't please you, why, say
SOP For halt dozen afternoons or
more, Philip stopped to conquer worsted-
work. and finish his random design upon
the cushion.
There" said he, 'it's given me a
headache! What's good Tor headaches,
Miss Violet ?''
"Paulinia powders, peace, and pill
low"
"Put your hand on my head, and feel
how hot it is"
"That comes of such close application.
| declare! Where did YOU learn to do
worsted- d-work This eye you have fash
loned here is enough to startle the strong
minded"
Natural talent; that eve speaks
Come, who's Tor a gallop through the
woods to-day, to the tune of the wind !?
I'll have the horses ronnd in no time"
Il can't go" said Maud; "don't tempt
me-"
"Rut you will, Violet ~
Yes, | will. was just thinking that
these Indian summer days We're too few
and fair to waste indoors -
"Come then: we will off across the
river, and into Fnllv-Mill Woods"
Violet ran to put on her hat and habit,
while he ordered the horses, and they set
off in the best of spirits, the wind ruff ng
h-r yellow hair and tossing the purpI-
pIumes of her hat. the bloom deepening
upon her cheeks until she looked like
bridge, they saw the fishing boats putting
out across the bar, the pleasure seekers
idlng the afternoon away in golden lcis-
ure; then they pushed on, leaving the rv-
er with its shifting shadows. and changing
scenes, behind them, and plunged into
the heart of the woods. What echoes f
their words and laughter, haunted the
stiffness there lung after they had passnd
an l ,d in, r>ft tl,.,
forest paths, you wonld haze been re-
minded of some Old World romance,
some page OF the. poets, to which the tan
ta>tic shapes and blended colors of the
wood lent a marginal illumination. I'm
DER cath them the pine needles spread
carpet; everywhere the pines themselves
shed an odor of trankincense, their boles
wreathed with wild vines dropping leaves
like hearts blood; all the lavish tnts of
autumn, beckoned into more enchanting
distances, wove gay garlands along the
way, while through netted boughs over
head the blue sky laughed down indul-
gently, and sunbeams touched even dead
twigs into beauty.
eff one could only write all the poems
that the autumn woods inspire!'' said In
gersoll. ''Its like tune, you know,
which sings itself in your brain, but
eludes the voice" He idly / shed spruce
tree that grew close to the path as he
spoke; the action startled Violet's horse,
and he threw her before she had time to
cry out. Philip 1ngersoll was off his
horse in trice-his heart beating hotlv
in his bosom, seeing that she neither NOV
ed nor spoke; and lifting her, he found
that she had fallen against a projecting
point of stone, aud her face was mass
of cuts and bruises. He got her home
with the assistance of some men who
were telling timber in the wood, and
called the doctor. who declared that the
Grecian nose of Violet Stare was broken,
and her lovely cheek would always carry
the scars OF ragged wounds
In few weeks, however, Violet was
up and about as usual, but she saw no.
body at home, and declined invitations
abroad. When she walked out, she was
disguised behind thick wells .'Though
nobody would ever guess | was Violet
Starre-I am sufficiently disguised al
ready" she said to herself She seldom
walked in the thorouyhfares, but in un-
trtquented lanes and by-ways. One day
she was met by Philip Ingersoll in her
solitary stroll. whom no amount of thick
wells could deceive
"Violet," said he, "you never allow me
to see you now. l see Maud and your
mother, and any one but yourself I
haunt your door like shadow. Do YOU
mean to get you to II nunnery ?"
81 never thought of it; but it wouldn't
be 50 bad now; | shouldn't brighten any
one there"
''Violet, you will always be lovely to
me-"
"Wait till you see me without my veil,
sir; no compliments till then"
"Well, do you remember the yelled
lady in Hawthorne's 'Blithedale?' "
"Whom Teeodore was not brave enough
to trust? Yes"
"Well, | am braver than Theodore
say that l may see you when | come
again"
eff it will be any pleasure, yes; sup
pose it looks vain to hide away. But
somehow-it may be sily-but would
rather look vain than ugly"
II cannot imagine you in such
plight"
"Then you had better not Gomez
II never surrender ground once ced-
ed"
w th uo aClcu upH uHIS Pei Hiss VII lt
found Violet busy over her random work
cushion. with an oldtashioned screen OF
white silk embroidered in palms and
pa.nsies standing in a carved rosewood
frame before her.
"The light troubles my eyes," she said,
IN apology; ''they are not quite strong
yet;' but he observed that as they sat to-
gether with their accustomed familiarity
she constantly shifted it between them.
Come" said he, sit is the light of my
eyes that dazzles yoursp Wherever I
move, the screen follows"
NO" said Violet. laughing constrain-
edly; sit is the light of other days
guess"
1.-The light Of other days Violet, was not
one whit more dazzling to me than that of
the present." he said, going to her side,
and dropping his voice to an undertone.
Thanks, but do not feel it necessary to
Lo ,,ol;to snooohos RI rno &C.