Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1875-11-18

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Rasselas. No, that was a stupid place
mean il is an earthly Paradise. Were it
not for that little imp OF an animal before
us, it would be perfection attained.
"There auc any number OF cows IN the
valley mterposcd, horrible, lowing
creatures, who enjoy nothing better than
tossing innocent folks over fences. my
self possess several of these monsters.
''Cruel Rhoda.T sighed En-, thus to
destroy my transient visions of peace
Observe the rich color of that mead.
ow," said Margaret, land the river. and
the noble hill forms beyond, melting INTO
that ineffable sky Was ever lovelier
scene?t
1.-THE river marks my boundary re-
marked "Mr. Thornton, the country
mapnate. owns the land beyond. Indeed.
with the exception OF my little corner ne
seems to be the landlord Of the whole
country side. You see the tall chimneys
toward the east. beyond the white road
and line of poplars? There Is his lord
ships residence p
what PITY His meadow is much
pretticr than yours, Rhoda, SAID Einliy.
smiled philosopically.
al am quite content that he should rule
indefinitely the more profitable. OF course
YOU cannot see; but my meadow yields
good moving grass, and there is on 1t
fine orchard, while his is miserable marsh,
and flooded every spring. Those patches
of vivid green Won admire are useless bull
rushes."
..Horribler' Bulrushes, did you say !
never heard of such a thing, laughed
Emily, while Margaret iuterposed here her
tunetul voice.
You are altogether fortunate, Rhoda;
YOU reap the benefits of both river-baDks,
the beauty and verdure of your neighbors,
and the profits of your own. Your old
orchard is delightful, and so is that tall
grove OF trees stretching down to the wa,
ter"
s.There goes the sum- | exclaimed,
Jerking Finette out of his comfortable nap.
We must proceed at once, or you Will not
see the old house by daylight
Merrily we whirled along the grass
grown country road, between the high
ranks of sumach, hazel. and virgins bow
er, and all the loving, clinging sisterhood oil
wayside shrubs and vines, under dusky
arches of forest trees, beds of yellow pine
needles muffling the roll of the wheels and
Finette's brisk footballs; so on tho mead
ow flats, catching the aromatic odors OF
woods and fields, and soon drawing rein
before the time-worn porch of the Red
House. Never had felt SO proud OF my
possessions. Every cracked little pane
cleaned in the after glow; the ,hriitless.
delightful wood-moss shown emerald
green on sloping roof and tree-trunks and
well-curb: the crumbling fences were
laden with blossoms; meek-eyed cows
stood chewing their cuds in the yard; and
old Joseph Smith, in blue overalls and
tattered straw hat, came from the barn
with FURNISHED milking-pail in either
hand. | welcomed my friends with lofty
courtesy, gave them a glimpse of my
quaint little kitchen, parlor and keeping
room, and then conducted them to the
many-cornered guest-chamber under the
caves.
"Do not be disdainfnl, We city damsels,
Of my country fare" / cried. as we gath
cred about the fower-dccked table.
1.-The strawberries are not large. but they
are red to the heart and sweet as the clover
in which they ripened Need say more
for the bread than il was made by my own
hands? That is honey, dear Margaret, |
am quite ready to believe that our learned
ignoramus never beheld the c@lesta dona,
although she knows by heart the Fourth
George of her honey-tongued Virgil. In
nocent little En-! have here q goblet OF
new milk for you; reserve the cup OF
fragrant tea for the stronger heads of Mar
garet and myself
But poor Em made such an cutlery a,
the curtailing OF her iavorite beverage
that Margaret was fain TO soothe her by
exchanging cup for glass, and partaking
herself of the despised milk.
CONTINUED TOMORROW.