Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1876-08-09
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roof, window, garden, were washed TO
dazzling polish, and the wonderful Ii
Quid couleur de rose of the moment
poured over all an air of enchantment.
The slender young woman in deep
mourning whom the stalwart proprietor
of the awkward vehicle lifted down like
feather accepted her dreaded destina-
tion with smile.
"How lovely." were the first words
that escaped her lips; and they were
appropriated as fitting compliment by
rustily-clad man, who seized the little
gloved hand vigorously in his horny
palm, and chopped he saw Miss Thatcher
very WELL"
'Supper's bin ready this half hour," "
was the laconic and not amiable saluta-
ton of Mr.. Seaman's spouse, who re-
ceived Louisa in the porch.
"An' the boys is gone fishin', you
see,' said the host. "when Solon's to
hum from grammar school, Ezra's sure
to jine him, an take day off,"
After tea, served in a barrow white
washed anteroom to the stiff funeral
parlor, where Miss Thatcher was bid
take of her things" the young lady
begged to be shown to her own room,
and was led up stairs to a low-win-
dowed bedroom, carpeted with braided
rags, and furnished with redeemed pine
and calico eounterpanes. The luggage
had been pushed in with a mental
ejaculation, "What on earth can dis
tric' school-ma am want with two big
trunks?' and the audible information,
"Fve filled your pitcher. Here's can
die. The git up bell III ring at six"
With as slight preparation as might
be, the overwearied girl-homesick to
her hearts core-crept into bed.
She awoke with start. The room
was quite dark; cool damp mountain
wind rushed through the open win
dows. She lighted match and glanced
at her watch. Only o'clock, and the
world still wide awake. A burst of
hilarious laughter arose from the kitchen
below, where the returned fishermen
were scaling their fish. From the use
beyond the orchard came the tinkling
of a piano, and a thin, sharp female
voice practiced gingerly song just
then come into vogue:
No one 20 love, none TO caress,
Travelling alone through LIES wilderness.
MY serenade," thought Louisa, as
she tried in vain to recompose herself
to sleep. Could any words express me
better: An orphan, without brother
or sister, penniless, nearly friendless,
the one being that loved and adored
gone from me forever. No one TO love,
none to caress.' Could anything be
truer of me than that?"
The village school children were en-
chanted with their new teacher. She
was gentle and firm, interesting and
companionable. There was not a sunny
day all summer when some of them did
not come after school to take her with
them to Red Cedar Pond, the holiday
rendezvous of the country round.
If the afternoon proved rainy, and
this Juvenile escort failed, Miss Thatch-
er, wrapping herself in waterproof,
and taking book with her, would 60
down the orchards steep bank to the
old mill. She "made friends" with
Tim. the miller's boy, and Bill Bowles.
the miller, and "the old Deacon" the
prehistoric proprietor of the premises,
who had not failed day these fifty
years to look in, rain or shine, to see
''if things was to rights"
She found love of corner where,
through the cracks under the great
beams, she could see the water wildly
rushing. and where she could hear, in
its grand excitement, the grind and
whirl. the boom and splash, of the mad
hood whose sound up on the hill yon-
DER assumed such drowsy monotone.
You be so fond of readin', miss"
SAID lin, the miller's boy. "mebbe
you'd take a shine to a Gurus book
we've got ere. There was time when