, 1872-05-02
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An illustrated Rebus.

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Violet Starre put down her work and
looked out the window !; somebody was
coming across the lawn. She turned to
the glass involuntarily to put stray
lock aside, to settle her bows and fallals
"Yto see how she looked" in short; not
rhat she was especially vain of the peach
bloom complexion. of the ripple of yell
low hair, Of the ripe red lips aud smil-
ing eyes. but because ss-because it WIS
Philip Ingersoll coming across the lawn.
he came in like = west wind. 9-{ES
You'll spoil your eyes yet over that
lworsted- work. he said, takirg Violet's
embroidery out Of her hands, and filing
in wrong stitches with the wrong color.
| "Dear me " she cried, "you're lust
spelling my cushion cover I shall have
to pull it all out, unlessyo make some
thing pretty" ~ O5 t'99etO
"I shall make something beautiful,
depend upoa it., This cnshlons is to be
of randow or mosaic work, I have un-
derstood, and your, design anything that
fancy or feeling dictates |! NowI intend
to add few stitches, and you will pull
them ont at your peril. I want On in
terest in this cushion aud when my
part is completed, if it doesn't please
You why saylso." For half q dozen af-
ternoons or more Phillip stopped to con.
quer worsted work, and finish his ran
dom design upon the cushion. A"There, u
said he, "it's given me the headache
What's good for headaches, Miss Vio-
Iet?"
Paulinia powders, peace and o pill
low"
"Put your hand on my head. and feel
how hot it is" GEti 1n9 afEtsT ~
a" That comes Of, such close applica-
ton. i declare Where did you learn
to do worsted work? This eye you have
fashioned here is enough to startle the
strong-minded.
Natural talent; that eye speaks
Come, who's for gallop through the
woods to-day, to the tune of the wind
I'll have the hourses round in no time. ,
~ can't co." said Maud, don't ash
me-" l..
"But you will, Violet ?"
eyes, will. was just thinking tina,
these Indian Summer days are too few
and fair to waste indoors" @l
"Come then we will be off across
the river, and into Folly-mill woods"
Violet ran to pat on her hat and habit
while he ordered the horses, and they
set off in the best of spirits, the wind
ruff1ing her yellow hair and tossing the
purple plumes, of heI hat, the bloom
deepening upon her cheeks till she look
ed like some brilliant flower Crossing
the bridge, they saw the fishing boats
putting out acoss the bar, and pleasure
seekers idling the afternoon away in the
golden leisure then they pushed on
leaving the river, with its shifting shad.
ows and changing scenes behind them
and plunged into the heart of the woods
What echoes of their words and laugh
ter haunted the stiffness long after they
passed on Had you met them in any
of the forest paths. you would have been
reminded of some Old World romance
some page of the poets, to which the
fantastic shades and blended colors o.
the wood lent a marginal illumination,
Underneath them the pine needles spread
a carpet. everywhere the pines them
selves shed an odor Of frahkincense
their boles wreathed with wild vines
dropping leaves like hearts blood; beck
oning all the lavish tints IF Autumn in.
to more enchanting distance, wove gay
garlands on the way, while through net
ted boughs overhead the blue sky laugh
ed down indulgently, and sunbeam.
touched even dead twigs into beauty.
"If one could only write all the po
ems that the Autumn woods inspirer
said Ingersoll. "It's like a tune, yor
know, which sings itself in your brain
but eludes the voice." He idly lasheG
a spruce-tree that grew close to the patl
as he spoke; the action startled Violet.
horse, and he threw her befors she hat
time to cry out. Philip was off his owr
horse in trice-his heart beating hotly
in his bosom. seeing that she neither
moved nor spoke; and lifting her, found
THAT She had fallen against a projecting
point of stone, and her fair face was 0
mass Of cuts and bruises. He got hel
home with the help of some men who
were falling timber in the woods, and
called the Doctor, who declared tina,
the beautiful Grecian nose of Violet
Stare was broken, and her lovely cheel
would always earry the scars of ragged
wounds.
In q few weeks, however, Violet was
up and about as usual, but she saw no.
body atheme, and declined invitations
'tshroad. n When she walked out she was
disguised behind thick walls. Though
nobody would ever guess was Violet
Start am sufficiently DISGUISED al.