The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1877-01-16
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By ranA JONES.

Janet stood in the glow Of the Sep
tember sunset and watched the handsome
carriage as it rolled away, her brown
eyes like stars, flush in her cheeks as
vivid as the heart in the summer roses
that grow along the hedge.
Down the little, winding footpath
leading from the bold spur on which the
parish church stood came her father, the
rector OF st. Ives. The girl saw him,
and the pretty carnation in her cheeks
deepened. Tossing aside the dainty bit
OF embroidery she had she ran to meet
him. @'as esst,a a. ~ ~, es,..' 49, 49,. ta
.aoh, papa!.' she cried, catching him
by both hands, 81 am SO glad you have
Gomez t H. aas $50
Mr.. Arbulhnot bent down and kissed
the excited young face; she was his only
daughter OF his fair young wife, who
had died in the bloem of sweet woman.
hood, and lay buried up there in the lit.
tie churchy ard, on the green slope that
looked westward to the Blue Ridge for
our storyis q story OF the Old Domin
ion. 8.4sUz 4 .aaEgSyi TgET
aWell, my little one, what has hap.
pened ?" he asked, reading the innocent
face at q glance, - Thefe'ssomething
wonderful TO tell me, i see; what is ii 2
5Blushing and dimpling Janet pointed
toward the carriage, which was entering
the park gate at Hatdwicken Hall, The
great place or the Leighborhood.
-sThey'yev only gone 20 few minutes
since, papa," she-said, her voice trern
ulous with happy exitement, "Eugent
Hard wicker and Lillian They made m,
long visit, and Brought me some lovely
het.hoase flowers, a And, or papa, Mrs
Hard sicke gives ., bal, ON the 10Th, ant
Lillian came 10 invite me; may | goY"e
The old rector sighed. as he caresset
the bright young head ! il only be cou!t
see his way clearly u Eugene Hardwick
was q 6ne,a handsome young man, AM
for some. time had been quite devoted Il
Janet. Every other night found him o
the quiet old fectory. and Janet wa
growing interested 10 him and learned t.
watch eagerly for his coming. II tn
young man vas sincerein his intention
lit would be 9 ine match for Janet; bu
young men,, as q rule, we're 6ckle, an
the match was too great q one to hop
for. even for Janet ,.lSa, y a.,s,s
Papa, may I go?n / !: 3 ! = Is, ',,s3A K
any little girl, ] an at q loss what I
say. HardWicke Hall is grand place
and therell be great many grand folk
at the ball, Hadn't my little brown
eyed wren better stay at home in her s.
cure nest r. sss. - :
.Oh, papa. only for once! ! nevs
was at a bali in my life. But / ca
dance quite well, for Mrs. Hardwich
said SO herself when danced at II
May.party And, papa, I've saved ev'
so much money from my embroidery
Why, Margery's got the silver puncl
bowl almost full Of pennies and nickel
: and canned overy bit Of it. May l e
q nice white muslin, and trim it vii
mamms's wonderful lace? :. And, d
paps, may 7 get that set Of pink cora
We saw at Dofar6eld's, in town, d
other day?' @ ~ . '.,,..,5y, ,s4 ,5 81. e,
Mr.. Arbuthnot had never denied b
daughter q pleasure insher life, and
could not deny her now, ysss ~ . a'.''t: &
"Yes, Janet, you may go to the ball
he said; lyon are q good, industrio'
: child, and / cannot find it in my hea
to spoil your pleasure" A., sigSs avs y,
Janet kissed him in rapturous deIig
and hew back to the house to tell Ma
J. gerry, the honsekeeper, the news, and
= count over her precious earnings!ies..s .
s.There's just enough, Miss Janet
!, said the old woman, when the conten
of the silver bowl were, counted |; "iu
enough to buy q muslin aud some ro
lribhons, and the pink corals. Well {
down On w ednesday and get them; al
I'll get Mrs. Pettigrew to come and be
with the founces And won't my bal
ME look sweet Thereil not be q graz
lady at the ball ore half SO pretty"
Janet could almost have cried in b
innocent delight. When the sun W
). down and twilight fell over the quai
ole house. she went up the hill 20 Il
! churchyard as was her custom MidHl
the ascent . tall figure Joined her.
"Is it you, Janet 7" e-.f
1Yes, Mr.. Hardwicke, it is l."