Holmes County Republican. [volume] (Millersburg, Holmes Co., O. [Ohio]) 1870-1895, 1874-02-19

while Laura, in the prettiest of morn
ing dresses, wandered over the hills, o
sought ont fairy nooks with her-lraw
ing-masier.
Ont. day she was washing the Dime
dishes, trying vainly to recall the Dlith
content of former days, and wonder
ing whittier it had flown, when Mr.. AL
den passed. through the kitchen. Paus
ing for 4 moment in the shadow of tn,
trumpet honeysuckle, with his hand up
Oh the door-post, he looked down tn,
fragrant garden-paths and then bach
into the room. from which the heart o.
various culinary operations had not ye
escaped. Cindy's cheeks were flushed
her hair lay low upon her forehead ii
little moist brown rings, her hand:
trembled,an she looked thoroughly un.
comfortable.
at is very warm to-day, Miss Cinder
ella lie said. Even genius can uttel
commonplaces.
cinderella ?" she cried, opening hel
brown eyes at him, Us she nearly drop
ped Il tu'nb!er. "What funny idea
That's no: my name, Mr.. Alden"
''ll is not? beg your pardon. Bul
they call you Cinda-Cindy-do they
not: supposed it WIS for Cinderella
''lt is not. 1t is for Lucinda-jusl
plain Lucinda, Mr.. Alden"
'I.ucinda-Cinderella" repeated
mu>ingly, while his eye roved around
the room, taking quick note OF every
thing, from the pots and kettles on the
hearth 10 the saucer of pansies on the
window-sill, and the young girls tired
iace. "a strange blunder of mine But
| really supposed it was Cinderella"
lie hesiIated 4 moment, while sud-
den light broke over his face, and a
smile played aboutlIis mouth.
"Cin-de-rel-la'-he said again, ling
eriIIS Oh the word. "We are not going
to the princes ball, Miss Cindy, but we
are going up the hill to the pine woods.
Those cool green silences will be de-
lightful such day as this. Won't you
go with uS:'
All, would they not be. She longeJ
for them unutterably. Winthrop AL
den did not see the hot tears that sprang
to her eyes, for she turned to the sink
and bent over her dish-pan, as she ans
wered, quietly:
thank you. But it will not be con-
velient to-day. Some other time, per-
haps."
Why should she tell him that there
were clothes to be folded down, and bis
cults to be baked, and raspberries to be
picked tor tea, and divers other things
to be done? What could he under
stand about 1t? And the worst of it
was, these things had never seemed so
so distasteful before. She
had not realized, herself, until this sum-
mer, how different a te was hers from
that led by her cousins.
The young man touched his hat and
walked away. But as soon as he was
out of sight, Cindy dropped her dish
towel, and flew upstairs in a sudden
passion of tears. Cind erella, indeed
She saw it all now. Yet there was no
cross step-mother; there were no cruel
sisters. Her aunt and the girls were
simply thoughtleSs, and, maybe-she
did not like to say it-selfish. That
was all. But, alasI there was no fairy
godmother either!
She wiped her eyes and came down
stairs again. The water was cold and
the fire had gone out. So much for
quarreling with fate, she thought 1t
was better to go quietly OH and not fall
into spasms. But she had made up her
mind during that seemingly wasted
hour. She would be her own god
She would make no disturb
ance in tile household this summer
This Mr., Alden did not belong to her
world. lie was nothing TO her, nor she
to him. What was it to her il lie did
seem to like Elizabeth's conversation,
or if he should be entangled in the
meshes of Laura's golden hair?
She was happier after this. Gradu-
ally her vague plans began to take def
mite form and shape. She scanned the
of her bureau-drawer with an
eye that daily gained strength and
clearness. She studied every pencil
stroke OF Mr.. Alden's that tell in her
way with intense eagerness. Day by
day the conviction grew upon her that
though she might not paint great pic
lures for the world TO wonder at, she
might still do something if she had Il
cliince-something in the doing of
which the best of herself might find
But if she could only share the les
SONS about which Laura made such an
ado-and about which, it must be con-
fessed, Cindy felt no little curiosity.
Laura kept her portfolio under lock
and key. Cindy remembered that when
they We're in school she could hardly
draw 4 map or the simplest figure in
W,l sln l.,x..,Ia,,i.,or al.
that she had hitherto hid
den under Il napkin: Had her Deauti-
full cousin found Il soul ut last: For
more ti,In once she heard Mr.. Alden
prai,iag her work, and telling her how
lar it surpassed his expectations; while
Laura listened with shy, G0wn-cast
eyes, and the soiteSt. sweetest flush
dcepened on her white rose cheek.
Il don't know what to make of Lal,"
said Eliz beth, one day, when she had
volunteered to concoct Il pudding. 81
wonder il she is really iurniu. over Il
new leaf: | never suspected her of a
talent for anything but making the
most OF her hair and eyes, and dressing
wonderfully well considering what she
has to do it with. But Mr.. Alden says
she is doing admirably in her drawing"
And the speaker proceeded TO beat her
eggs veEemently.
"IIave you seen anything she has
done?" asked Cindy.
"No. And that's what strikes me as
being odd. Laura is 50 unaccountably
modest all OF n sudden; puts on the
shiest airs, and cries ''Oh, no. not for
the world. Wait till have something
better te show" It's something new