Knoxville journal. [volume] (Knoxville, Iowa) 1874-1986, 1876-01-06
MIDAS LITTLE HOOD.


r. .oo.h have forgotten. for i is long ago
arf winters twelve nave MIA X beneath thei'
shrouds OF snnw'
things to brood. 80.
pst sure, IL was the slraHgest thing, tnls tae OIL
Hilda's hood
p, Hilds was merry maid, and wild as wild
Among the parish mai'en' was none 50 ia'f As
re. ewes they shone with willfui mirth, and like
her emmy hair rolled downward from her little
scarlct mood
And once was out a fishing, and, though sturdy
NJ arms we're growing weaker, and was far
from shore:
And angry squalls swept thickly from on, the
Aud every landmark that knew was hidden
from mine eyes.
The gulrs shrill shrek above me. the seas strong
Tbe ngmbness grew upon me with its chilliag
touch OF death,
And blsekness gathered round me; then through
the nights dark shroud
Aclear young voice came swiftly as an arrow
clesycs the clond.
It wss voice 90 mellow, 50 bright and warm and
Asif patch OF sunshine had been melted into
sound;
Il fell upon my frozen nerves and thawed the
springs Of life:
Igrasped the oar and stroye af.esh; it was a
bitter strife.
Tae breakers roared about me, but the song took
bolder flight,
And rose above the darkness like beacon in the
night;
And steered swift and safely, struck shore and,
by Gods rood.
Through gloom and spray l caught the CLEAN Of
Hilda's scartet hood.
The moon athwart the darkness broke broad
The dawn grew red beyond the sea and cent
And loud prayed TO God above to help me, II
be could,
For deep into my soul had pierced that CLEAN
from Hildas hood.
sought her in the forest, | sought her on the
strand,
the glittering sand,
Until ne Sabbath morning at the parish church
stood,
And saw, amid a throng OF maids, the little
scarlet hood.
Then straight my heart ran riot, and wild my
pulses few;
stroye IN vain my hutter and my bushes to
why, Erie laughed roguish maid, your
cheexs are red az blood;"
Another cried: 'Tis but the shine from Hilda's
answered not, for It's not safe to banter with
The trees the church, the belfry danced about
me in q wpirl;
Twas as dizzy as moth that hutters round the
fame;
NOT speak for shame.
But that same Sabbath evening, as sauntered
And cursed that foolish heart OF mine for chok.
ing up my speech, AS.
spied, hslfwrapped in shadow, at the margin
The wayy mars of sunshine that broke from
Hlda's hood.
With quiekcned breath on tiptoe across the sand
Her face was hidden in her lap, as though she
The hood I had gIided backward DER the hair that
Like some large petal OF . flower upon stream
Of gold.
Fair Hilda," so whispered, as ! Blended to
She startea up and smiled at me without sur
love you, Hilda," said l; then in whispers
aLove me again, or wear no more that little
scarlet hood.
y.
talk 30 wild!
Iva. confirmed last Easter, half maid and half a
child;
Bet since you are SO stubborn-no, no; never
could
Unlcss you guess what's written in my little
scarlet hood"
"But I cannot, fairest Hilda,' quoth l, with
mournful mien,
While with my hand gently, and by the maid
unseen, ,
Snatched from the clustering wayeleis the
brightly flaming ming,
And saw naaght there but stitches small, cross
wise meandering.
There IL nothing in your hood, lover! L CRIED
with needless mrth.
well, !" laughed she, " DOT OF nothing God made
both heaven and earth.
But since the earth 10 you and me as heritage
was given, 80
I'll only try to make for you little bit OF
heaven"
n jaimar Hjorth, In Soyibner's Magazine.