The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1878-07-27

DOsoIH OF ner dress. on, WnaI tOVely
rosesw she cried. "Thank you so much,
Mr.. Carsonw
/ Now, dear, let me escort you," said
Maggie. see your Invaluable Barton
has already got your luggage ashore.
This way, dear"
"Algy, you and ] must follow, as we
cannot lead" said Frank, as he took his
friends arm. say, he whispered,
"what beautiful voice she has got,
hasn't she? You'll be falling in love,
old fellow, eh?"
mot L. replied his friend; "Pm not
equal to a goddess like Miss Hamblyn.
Besides, you know" He stopped sud
denly, remembering Maggie's caution.
We'll, besides what? Don't mind
me" said Frank.
ooh, dear, no; the fact is, Pm rather
sweet on some one else, you see. She
was delighted with those roses, can tell
you. What thoughtful fellow you
arel | never can do those things"
Then, friendly Algy, take lesson
now and a rose next time"
They all drove rapidly back to the
rectory. Mr.. Denne met them on the
steps.
Welcome to Whittlesleigh," he ex-
! claimed, in his CHEEKY voice. Jessie,
my dear, | am delighted to see you.
Come in;'' and pressing fatherly kiss
on the wide forehead, he led his beauti-
| full visitor into the drawing-room.
Luncheon is ready" he said, so
when you young ladies have exchanged
condolences we will sit down. Do not
be too long, DEAR" he added to his
daughter
eve shall be ready in a minute, pa
pa replied Maggie.
Scarcely, | think" said the rector,
laughing. But do not forget break
tasted at this morning"
What nice fellow your cousin must
be, Maggie. Fancy his taking the
trouble to gather these lovely rosesl |
wish could see them," she added, with
a sigh. "But, Maggie, dear, what do
you think? Ore doctor in London told
papa that perhaps | might some day re-
cover my sight do so hope he is right.
He wanted to galvanize me, or some
thing"
"Of course he is right, dear; he never
would have been so cruel. He could
not have held out hopes if he were not
quite sure"
| oh, Maggie, fancy! Just fancy be-
ing able to see the sea, the sky, the bow
ers and you, darling, once again. But it
is too good to be true. 1t is quite i'm
possible! F." A weary sigh closed the SEN
tence.
Not impossible, dear. So let us hope
for the best. Hope and pray, and trust
| in Gods mercy" EEL
Jessie bent down and kissed her kind
friend, and then the two girls had a
good cry" together.
Nearly two months passed away and
still the party at Wittlesleigh Rectory
remained the same. To those of my
readers who have stayed in sweet South
/ Devon, | need not explain the pleasant
life which young people can, and /
believe do, lead in that land of pic-nics.
Love in these ATTITUDES ripens with the
Strawberries, and comes as naturally as
cream; so the young couples at the Rec
tory paired off almost unconsciously.
Such an arrangement in the case of Algy
Vernon and Maggie Denne was not sur
| prising, for they had been acquainted
from childhood. Mrs. Vernon and the
late Mrs. Denne had been schoolfellows.
They had never severed the friendship
thus initiated, and what was more natu-
raj than that the affection entertained
! by the parents should descend to the
children? At any rate, Algy was deeply
in love with the pretty Maggie; and she,
though not SO preoccupied respecting
him, thought her old friend very nice
! indeed, and, if the truth were told, pre-
! ferred him to all her numerous admirers.
But Frank Carson and Jessie Hamblyn
had no such excuse. Yet the influence
of the Devonshire air was such as to
kindle spark which showed symptoms
of bursting out into a very decided flame
indeed. The train of sympathy was laid
it required but the spark to be applied
to it, and then the barriers of prudence
would give way before the explosion. If
Algernon and Maggie understood each
other, SO did Frank and Jessie, and the
numerous excursions and pic-nics in
which they passed the afternoons only
served to rivet their bonds closer
One sultry afternoon a last excursion
was planned to the Fairy Glen. The
party had been increased on this occa-
sion by three couples from neighbor-
ing parish, and despite the threatening
appearance of certain huge masses of
cloud, the expedition started. The ro-
mantle spot which Maggie-no mean
Judge in these matters-had selected for
the afternoon meal was one of those
lovely bits of landscape so familiar to
many of us. A brawling stream makes
its sparkling way amid moss-covered
f hny IIar- Ycph1,r IL
swirls beneath the wild flowers beneath
its banks. Then gliding calmly into an
unrutfled pool, it lazily creeps beneath a
picturesque bridge, through the single
arch of which ancient structure the
moor is seen extending its wild and I'M
dulating curves. And then the water,
secure in its pride of high birth in yon-
der hills, takes no heed of the narrow
passage till, ere it is aware, it is caught
in rapid, and hurled over the cascade
TO the sea, where it is lost forever.
Such were the features of the wood,
land dining room on that eventful day
"A day never to be forgotten by any
member OF that merry party.
The cloth was soon laid beside the
stream, and, when all was ready, full
justice was done to the al fresco meal
More than once a muttered growl OF
subdued roll was heard over the hills,
I but the sound was merely the echoes OF
the blasting operation at the quarries, or
the rafting of the trucks on the neigh
boring tramway.
The air got more and more suitry, and
even the insects seemed to sleep. The
trees whispered to each other, and their
topmost branches waved a gentle vel.
come to the scarcely felt breeze that
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