Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1878-06-27

/ De Lords ears is alters open to
hear de cries of his sorrowful chill
| dren. Let us ask him to help u.s.
/ And the old man and the child
knelt together beside the dead Col
onePs chair, with the prayur-hook
| open before them, and joined in the pc
tition, Lord have mercy upon us and
incline our hearts to keep this law.
Then, kissing her on the forehead
with kiss that seemed like bene.
diction 10 the softened little one, Dad
| dy VIII rose from his knees and said,
Now de Little Apple Blossom will
run to mamma, and ask her to kiss
and forgive her sorry little daughter.
/ How lightly the little one sped to
| her mother, and how tearfully she
| fell upon her bosom, or how gladly
| the mother whispered sweet words Of
love and forgiveness, which were seal
ed with fond kisses, we shall not de.
| scribe; but from that day forward
| the mother, the child and the faithful
negro became closer aud dearer
friends than ever before.
| IL.
| When Kate was about eighteen
years old, her fathers family made
the customary summer fitting from
the heated city, and in company with
| party of friends, settled down in the
comfortable quarters of the Clear
! View House, with full view of one of
the most beautiful lakes of Northern
| New York and its encircling hills.
Early one evening, shortly after their
arrival, their party had gathered to
gether on the spacious veranda to en-
Joy the soft air and the calm of the
twilight hour, when Kate began to
describe charming spot which she
had discovered during the day while
taking ramble with Daddy Will for
her cavalier.
] st was a tongue of green meadow,
papa she said which was fringed
with tall forest trees, and shut in on
the land side by densely wooded hills.
A point of it iutted far out into the
water, and from there we had an un-
broken view of the receding green
shore of the lake, and of at least
dozen fairy islands that rose from it's
wind-rippled bosom. while the far-off
hills framed the picture that was al
ways changing and yet remained ev-
er the same. Oh, papa, it was seclu-
sion in the midst of Natures busiest
workings, for everything was alive
and active-leaf and water and cloud
and sunshine and shadow-though a
Sunday stiffness filed the air and rest
ed on the Instant hills. Why, papa,
| could hear my heart beat, all was so
quiet, and whichever way L turned
saw beauty everywhere
why, Kate, the gods have made
thee poetical.' as Touchstone said in
the play interposed her uncle, Mr..
Brotherton, laughing.
ooh, no, uncle Miles, she gayly re-
sponded. You know very we'll that
| am the most prosaic of women, if
may presume to call myself woman
without mourning your ridicule. If,
then, my description of this delight.
full spot seems at all poetical, it is be-
cause not even directory.maker
could catalogue its charms without
saying some pretty things of it, it is
so supremacy lovely
| what does Daddy Will say about
it?' quietly asked Mrs. Dater, turning
to our old friend, who stood behind
his young mistress's chair, watching
her slightest motions with benignant
approval
wv ell, Miss Har'yet,' he replied,
I've seen aouss places
The equlvocal reply of the old man
caused burst OF merriment at Hates
expense, and she sprang from her
chair, confronting her old friend and
ally with reproachful look, and ex
claimed:
why, Daddy Win, is that all you
have to say for my pet nook by the
lakeside, after my enthusiastic de.
scription ? If you desert me in this
fashion, they will all think that, like
other explorers, am given to paint
ing my discoveries in richer colors
than they deserve
As the young girl stood before him,
| erect, elastic, radiant with health and
spirits, and her bright beauty soft
ened by the gathering twilight, Dad
dy Will regarded her with loving
pride, and twinkle of humor spark
led in his eyes as she proceeded with
| her remonstrance. But before he
could reply, Mrs. Dater's quiet voice
again interposed:
Daddy Will, we are waiting for
your account OF Hates latest discov-
cry. You say you have seen worse
| places 2
'Jis so, Miss Har'yet,' he replied,
bowling with punctilious Difference to
Hates mother. I've seen lots of 'em
a deal wuss. De fac is, Miss Har'yet,
when we first came to dat spot, it
burst on us so student like as Almost
to take away our breaths, and de fur
| der We went de prettier it was. Miss
Kate was SO d'lighted dat she went
over de ground like bird, but bime-
by my old legs got all in twitter, and
| was bleeged to stop minute under
a tree to treshen up bit, and wipe
de per'sp'ration off my face, for you
see, Miss Har 'yet, de sun was gittin'
tol'ble high, and ! was drefful hot.
And then, when Miss Kate saw
was gittin' pretty well tuckered out,
she began to blame herself for totin'
me around so fast, and declared /
shouldn't move another step, but
should sit down on de grass. where I
could rest agin de tree and keep an
eye on her at de s anne time, while she
reconnoitered de rest of de ground by
herself You have no idee, Miss Har'-
yet, how amazing soft de grass was
under dat tree, and how terrible cool
and pleasant it felt in de shade after
coming out of the brili'n sun!For sure,
when / leaned back agin de tree, and
looked upat de white clouds afoating
silently oyer de blue sky, and a-cast-
in their shadows GU de meadow and
on De lake. and a-resl;n' on de tops of
de way-off hills. and when / heard de
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