The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1878-04-26
DandeIiopS.

"Have you got the front room and the
chamber just above it all d'esl.d aud in
perfect order, Leslie p
| CAN in order, mother"
Every well, then brush out the kitchen,
and get down the best crockery, and see
that there is no dust on it."
II will, mother, only don't hurry
me so. Rome wasn't built ia a day, you
know"
II know 'twasn't, child, but we have
nothing to do with Rome nowadays. So
hurry and do as I've told you, and then
you may take the basket and run out in the
meadow and pick mess of daudelions for
dinner. Your father likes them, and
reckon they won't go amiss with our new
boarder-that is, if he comes on the morn
ing stage, If not, maybe he'd relish few
cold, that is if there's plenty of vinegar
on EN-"
Leslie Sawyer looked out into the spa
cious porch where her feshy, good-ua-
tured mother stood bending over cloud
of steam issuing from a newly painted
wash tub.
Mother" she said shortly, "1m tired;
pray let Myrtle go. She hasn't been doing
a thing this morning"
Mrs. Sawyer looked over to the open
doorway as Leslie spoke.
"Yes, MYRTLE" she said, ''you go, that's
q dear, for know Leslie must be tired.
Take the basket, and that old knife stick
ing up over that further beam, and go up
Just beyond the wall. You know where
) they grow. In Farmer Hilder's meadow,
close by the one where your father pas
lures Old Whitley. Come, Myrtle, hurry,
, as it is most time for the stage to bo
in."
A fragile, willowy figure rose up from
the stone door-steps. 1t was clad in
neatly fitting calico, with spotless linen
collar about the round, white throat A
large straw hat concealed her features, but
as her hand went out for the knife and
J basket, it fell down by her side and. re-
vealed a wealth of softly tinted brown hair,
two wondrous brown eyes, heavy lashes,
gracefully arched eyebrows, fair brow,
/ and q mouth like cherry. Her complex
A ion was faultless, and the dash of carmine
!, in her cheeks betokened health as well as
i beauty. But at her mothers second conf
mand to hasten, she looked up in rebel
$ ious way.
= Il hate digging dandelions. 1t spoiia
l. my hands. Can't Archer go, mother?"
|, "Archer is in the field with father" re-
sponded Mrs. Sawyer, as she shook the
J. drops from the spotless linen she held,
e over Myrtle's upturned face. 'But il
! you don't want to go, Leslie will, ! sup.
d pose"
o "And / should be heathen to let her,
u cried Myrtle cheerily, recovering her good
- nature, and wiping her wet face. Neye
a, mind my hands. I don't care - II
n CO."
~ So she danced off; the gate shut with {
,e click behind her; her straw hat soon disap
ID peared from view. Mrs. Sawyer went OIL
! hanging out her clothes, Leslie WASHED
h the best erockery, and the old clock in tn
e. kitchen pointed to stage time.
~ ~ Over the meadows, now and then trip
IS ping in the tall grass, and seeming in fran
ID tic haste, went tall, manly form clad il
I' 'h clean linen suit and carrying in one han
t. q carpet bag, and in the other an umbrella
"a Eagerly his eyes traversed the broad fel
re- as if in pursuit of some friendly farmhouse
tie but as none appeared in sight, he gave wa
he to his disappointment in low smothere
a. tones.
le "I declare it's too bad I've missed m
way am almost sorry 1 ventured t
y walk from the station. suppose had
as waited for the stage I should have bee
at there ere this. But this is just my luck
!, Hulloa !" and he stopped suddenly, fc
ID hidden in the tall grass was demure httl
to figure, who at the upsetting of littl
O MlChcl DdoA0t, na0 uVeoASu taV 9uiSh oSL
e, tence off,
u "Therel every one spilled, I do d
y clare !"
u Then Mr.. Philip Warren started bac
ID u deftly, and with his calm eye took in IL
a whole picture. The green meadow, tt
IN blue tufts of violets at his feet, and IN the
midst girl with soft, brown hair trem]
r ling mouth and wondrous brown eye
ve Over her shoulders hung large, stra
ts hat, beside her set basket filed wi
ry those same blue violets, and in her lap OF
lg or two dandelion roots. 1t was plain TO
st st seen she had been despatched for the latte
x but the former had overruled, and SO hi
@ @1e now the day. Philip saw this ct glanc
. but as he looked two other eyes soug
te his, which az once recalled him to b
y, senses Doaing his hat politely he accost
= the stranger.
Pardon, miss, but will you be 90 kil